I wrapped my fist around his shaft and forced my head back against his grip to get him out of my throat. He yielded. Smart move because nobody wanted vomit on their cock.
With my hand and my mouth, I gave him the pleasure he was after, his groans rippling inme, givingmepleasure. Fist around the base, I closed my eyes as I hungrily moved my lips up and down his shaft. His skin was stretched tightly over his huge cock, and his veins begged me to lick and trace them. I did, inhaling his masculine scent, the smell of blood forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He held fistfuls of my hair and forced himself down my throat again. I welcomed it. I wanted it all. The fear he instilled in me with his blade and domination. His lustful groans as his beautiful cock owned my mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled my head back and left my mouth. I grimaced at him. “Why? Let me finish.” I wanted the warm stream of his cum hitting my throat.
“Lie on your back.”
My body tingled with anticipation as the cement scratched my back. He pulled my ankles, forcing my body forth, and then he straddled me, his knees close to my armpits, his cock enormous and wet on my chest. With his knife to my throat, his eyes locked with mine, he cupped my jaw. “Squeeze it between your tits.”
A tit fuck? Oh okay. Yeah, that was hot and exciting. Cosimo didn’t do that.
My lip curled under my teeth as I pushed my breasts together, my nipples so hard against my palms. I fit him between the swells of my breasts and pushed tight around his length.
He pressed a palm against the wall and thrust forward, rough on my bones, hot and wet on my skin. I stared at the glistening crown peeking from between my breasts with every thrust, and I moaned. One stroke of that in my pussy, and I’d be screaming his name.
“Enzio,” I whispered.
He hushed me, his eyes hooded and glazed. Two thrusts later, his hot, thick ropes of cum covered my chest.
“That’s a new sparkle I see in your eyes. Let me guess, you haven’t tried that before, and you liked it.”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
“And you’re so horny you can’t wait for me to fuck you now?”
“Yes,” I whispered, blushing, blazing.
“Right here, next to a maimed corpse, next to the man you stabbed in the neck?”
My lashes fluttered as I realized how sick and disgusting that sounded. How sick and disgusting I was because I didn’t give a shit. “I told you I’m more fucked up than you think I am. Your half soul said he and I were two sides of one dark soul. That means…”
“You and I, too, are two sides of the same dark soul.”
I nodded, my body too excited with the revelation. Without releasing my jaw, he devoured my lips, and we inhaled each other, our tongues dancing together.
He abandoned my swollen lips, leaving frustration and need, the knife sharp on my rib now. “Take a deep breath.”
My eyes widened in fear. “What?”
“Take. A deep. Breath.”
I tried, but my chest suddenly felt hollow, no lungs, no heart, nothing. Then I hissed when I felt it. The sharp tip of the blade along the length of my rib. A burning cut on my flesh. “You cut me,” I gasped.
“Yes.”
A wild shudder took over me. “Am I bleeding?”
“Yes,” he said with infatuation.
“Fuck.”Il Tagliatore psycho fuck is gonna cut me to death.“Why did you do this?”
He lowered himself so that his mouth could reach my rib, his eyes never leaving mine, and he licked my wound.
My body stilled all of a sudden. For some reason a ridiculous calm feeling washed over me as his tongue swirled with my blood.
He cocked a brow. “Gross?”
