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Everything happens in slow motion as I jerk around, twisting and turning until the tip of my blade connects with his chest, drawing blood.

I watch horrified as the slash I made seems to get bigger under my eyes, more blood gushing out.

And as I drag my gaze up, I realize he's smirking down at me.

Without any preliminary, the knife is thrown out of my hand, crashing to the marble floor with a thud.

A sliver of fear goes down my spine as I look into his unfeeling eyes and the way his entire demeanor promises nothing but pain and destruction. There's maybe a split of a second in which I try to duck and run past him, but his fingers are back at my throat, pushing me back on to the coffin, this time lifting me up so I'm sitting on it.

I move my legs around, wildly trying to get him to let me go, but if anything, it only makes him more amused as he chuckles at my poor attempts.

One hand holding on to my neck, since he doesn't require much to keep me subdued, he uses the other to tear at his ownclothing, ripping the priest cloak until his inked chest is bared to my sight.

His skin gleams in the moonlight, his savagery emphasized by the cruel lighting. Like a barbarian warlord, his rage is his sword, and as my gaze dips lower, I note a very dangerous sword pointed right at me.

"Let's talk about this," I blurt out. Anything to placate him.

But just like last time, he doesn't hear me. His ears perk up at the noise, but he hears nothing I'm saying.

"Vlad," I reach out to him, but he swats my hand aside, placing himself firmly between my open legs. "Please, Vlad," I beseech him again, just as the tip of his cock probes between my folds.

He rubs himself against me, teasing me lightly before surging forward, the onslaught almost making me jump off the coffin.

"V…" I open my mouth to say his name, but nothing comes out. Nothing but a loud moan as he impales me onto his length.

His fingers dig in my hip as he holds me in place, retreating all the way before slamming back into me at full force.

Every and any word I might have tried to get out fails me as I can only feel him ripping me apart, a pain so sweet it makes me whimper, my walls contracting around him, my pussy squeezing him in what I can only describe as a blinding orgasm.

I lose sight of everything. There's no time and space, just his brutal thrusts as he keeps on prolonging the bitter pleasure.

Before I know it, he has me flipped onto my belly, entering me from behind, filling me even more. His thrusts are stronger, more painful, but oh, so infinitely sweeter too as he strokes me so deep, I can't control the unrestricted moans that escape my lips.

"Mine," he grits, his voice low, the bass reverberating in the small enclosure.

His hand still on my neck, he brings me into him, his mouth trailing wet kisses down my shoulder, before biting.

"Vlad," I gasp, his teeth breaking the skin, the pain brief, but searing as he increases the rhythm of his thrusts. His mouth on my shoulder, he alternates between sucking and licking, ensuring that not one drop of blood is wasted.

His hips piston in and out of me at such a terrifying speed that my mind simply can't keep up, another orgasm ripping through me and making me slump down on the coffin, my arms slack on the sides.

Then he suddenly pulls out, his cock still hard as he slaps it against my pussy, coating his entire shaft in my juices before dragging it upwards, between my ass cheeks.

My eyes widen as I realize what he's trying to do, but my body is too limp to put up any fight.

He separates my cheeks, moving his hand around my entrance as he tests the tight ring of muscles with his thumb. Not unlike the last time, he pushes it inside, using my own arousal to ease the way in. But his thumb is soon out, replaced with the head of his dick.

The head of his massive dick.

"Vlad," I whimper, already scared of having that monster in my ass. Hell, if he'd torn my pussy apart then I'm not sure how much damage it's going to cause my asshole. "Please," I plead, but I don't know exactly what I'm asking him.

His cock firmly in his grip, he guides the head around my tight hole, dipping it low every now and then to gather some wetness from my pussy. But just when I think he's going to push it in, rip me apart in a way that will have me begging for mercy, he doesn't.

Blinking some clarity into my eyes, I move around, tilting my head to the side to see what he's doing.

The blade of a knife glints in the moonlight, the cold steel making me shiver as it touches my skin. Yet it's not my flesh it cuts into.

It's his.