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He turns my head, so I have to look at him through the drenched with blood strands of my hair. “Where are you wet? Tell me.” He brushes them from my face, and he furrows his brows. With excruciating slowness, he starts to pull out and I cry out, the squelching sound filling my ears.

“Where?” he roars and grabs my throat.

Shaking my head, I bite on my lip and he stills. “My d-dick,” I stutter. I flash him a watery smile, I can still taste his blood on my tongue.

Taking a deep breath, the corner of his mouth hikes up, his eyes trailing over my face. “Your hole is just as wet.” It feels like he’s going to eat me alive. I know he wants to release the demon inside of him, to destroy me.

I kiss him again, taking him by surprise. His eyes open wide as I force my tongue deep inside. He pulls out and pushes the head of his cock against my ass, and I groan in his mouth licking at his lips.

“Is that all you got?” I taunt against his parted lips, raising a brow like a dare.

He smashes his mouth against mine, cutting me off and slams in all the way, bottoming out.

I let out a startled cry, my chest heaving and my ass pulses from the force as I slump forward, but he holds me up by wrapping his arm around my waist. My lungs are burning from his kiss. I can’t breathe as pre-cum leaks from my tip. It feels like he’s rearranging my insides, and I get scared, he’s way too big.

On a moan he pulls out a little and pistols back inside, hitting the sweet spot deep within. Capturing the back of my neck he picks up a violent rhythm that has me gasping and sputtering his name over and over like a mantra.

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here, bǎobèi.”

It hurts so much, but he pulls back and spits on my ass crack again and uses it as lube to keep himself seated. Stretching me so painfully my eyes travel into the back of my head. I can feel myself reaching the edge as my body starts to tremble; it feels like I’m about to pass out.

He grabs my chin forcefully and orders me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t cross the line,” he threatens, and I know what line he’s talking about. That fine line between death and pleasure.

“Feel me inside your tight ass,” he moans against my neck.

A whimper escapes from my throat when he pinches the tip of my cock, the sleeve garter he slipped over my length straining and stretching, adding another amount of pleasure and pain.

I try to adjust my position to release the strain on my dick. My vision blurs as I claw my fingers into his thighs, trying to hold on as he slams into me over and over without pause, moving my head from left to right.

“Does it hurt that much?” he taunts and I headbutt him with the back of mine.

I hear a crack and I know I’ve hit his nose again.

“Fucking brat,” he roars, pushing me down against the floor, my forehead crashes against it. Whimpering I look behind me when he pulls out and wipes at his nose. He shows me his hand filled with blood and pushes in what feels like three fingers deep in my ass.

“Nghhhh,” slips from my lips, the sound of his fingers moving in and out of my hole filling the room. The sick bastard is using his blood as lube.

“My blood looks good on you,” he praises, pulling my ass high up in the air to slam back inside. This position makes him go even deeper, and I can barely hold the weight of myself and him up. I let myself fall forward as my legs start to shake and I smash to the floor taking him with me. His right arm breaks my fall, giving my dick some room to breathe.

“That’s how you want it?” he asks, sounding possessed as the tingling sensation starts to spread through my body.

Crying out in pain he drags my right knee up. I’ve never been this turned on. Having him force his dick down my throat in the bathroom a year ago doesn’t come close to him overpowering me now.

He pushes his hips forward and bottoms out inside me. “Fuck, bǎobèi,” he rasps, his pained voice echoing through the room.

I’m so desperate to come, I start to rut against his palm that’s still around my dick. He tangles his fingers in my hair so I have to arch my back, making me cry out his name and beg him to stop.

It feels like he’s tearing me apart from the inside with his cock. He draws his hips back, while I bury my face in the rug which is now red with my blood.

“Good boy,” he praises, and I lose it.

“Why aren’t you fucking me? Scared I might compare you to him?”

He fists my hair again, and pain slices through my head down to my spine the moment he pulls my head back hard.

“Stop lying to me, or I’m going to treat you like the whore you are,” he says angrily. I let out a pained cry as he starts to fuck me for real this time, my knees sliding back and forth over the floor. No more taking it slow, no this is pure rage, and I love it as he plows into me.

“So beautiful.” He ruts into me like an animal, and damn I feel like I’m in heat and he’s trying to get me pregnant. “Baby,” he rasps, biting the back of my neck like he’s marking me as his.