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She didn’t answer. Just stalked toward me, hips swaying, a predator in my own den. Her hands slid up my chest, nails grazing through my shirt, and she pressed her body to mine,heat seeping into me. “Miss me, Cipher?” she purred, lips brushing my jaw, her breath hot, teasing.
I gripped her hips, fingers digging in, my cock throbbing against her thigh. “Answer the question, Red.”
She laughed, low and throaty, but it was wrong—edged with something brittle. “Jessa’s Jessa,” she said, dodging, her tongue flicking my earlobe. “Wanna fuck instead of talk?”
My gut twisted. She was deflecting, hard, her fire dialed to an inferno to burn away whatever had happened. I wanted to push, to crack her open, but her hands were already tearing at my belt, her lips crashing into mine, fierce and desperate. The demon roared, hungry for her, and I kissed her back, tongue plunging deep, tasting her need, her chaos.
She yanked my shirt off, nails raking my chest, drawing blood. “Fuck me, Elias,” she growled, her voice a blade, her eyes blazing with a challenge that rivaled her bridge stunt. “Make it hurt.”
I froze, just for a second, the intensity of her words hitting like a shockwave. This wasn’t just sex. This was her screaming for escape, for obliteration, and my demon wanted to give it to her, to match her madness. I spun her, slamming her against the wall, the steel frame rattling, and ripped her T-shirt down the middle, exposing her breasts, nipples hard and begging.
“You want extreme?” I snarled, my mouth on her throat, biting hard, tasting salt and her. “I’ll give you fucking extreme.”
Her moan was raw, a sound that sank into my bones. I tore her jeans down, panties with them, her pussy glistening, pink and swollen, already wet for me. My fingers plunged inside, three at once, stretching her, fucking her hard, her walls clenching, slick and hot. She screamed, head thrown back, nails clawing my shoulders, blood trickling down my arms.
“More,” she demanded, voice hoarse, her hips bucking against my hand, her eyes wild, daring me to break her. I pulledmy fingers out, slick with her arousal, and smeared them across her lips, her tongue darting out to taste herself, a sight that made my cock ache.
I lifted her, legs wrapping around me, and carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the black sheets like a sacrifice. I stripped my pants, cock springing free, thick and throbbing, and Vivi’s eyes darkened, her lips parting, hunger raw and unfiltered.
“On your knees,” I ordered, voice low, a growl that vibrated through her. She obeyed, crawling to the edge, her mouth closing over my cock, wet and warm, tongue swirling, sucking deep. I groaned, hands fisting her curls, guiding her, fucking her mouth with slow, brutal thrusts. Her moans vibrated around me, her nails digging into my thighs, and I was lost, drowning in her heat, her defiance.
I pulled out, her lips swollen, glistening with spit and pre-come, and flipped her onto her stomach, ass in the air, pussy dripping. I slapped her ass, hard, the sound sharp, her skin blooming red under my hand. She gasped, pushing back, begging for more, and I gave it, another slap, then another, her moans loud, unhinged, filling the room.
“You want to rival that bridge?” I rasped, my voice dark, my hand soothing the sting before sliding to her pussy, fingers circling her clit, fast and relentless. “I’ll fuck you until you forget your own name.”
“Do it,” she snarled, her voice raw, her body trembling, her eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, green and blazing.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her in one brutal stroke, her pussy tight, hot, a vice that drove me insane. She screamed, body arching, nails clawing the sheets, and I didn’t hold back, fucking her like I was trying to break her, hips slamming, bed shaking, the world reduced to her—her heat, her moans, her fucking chaos.
“Harder,” she demanded, voice breaking, her ass red from my hands, her pussy clenching around me. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, my lips at her throat, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. My other hand found her clit, rubbing hard, driving her to the edge, her screams echoing, raw and desperate.
I flipped her onto her back, her legs wrapping around me, heels digging into my ass. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, skin flushed, eyes wild, daring me to push further. I pinned her wrists, body covering hers, thrusts punishing, each one a claim, a vow. Her pussy was a furnace, dripping, pulsing, and I felt her tightening, her breath hitching, so close to the edge.
“Come for me,” I growled, my voice rough, my thumb pressing her clit, circling fast. “Scream my name, Red.”
She did, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, pussy milking me, body convulsing, her scream tearing through the room. “Elias!” she gasped, nails raking my back, drawing blood, and I followed, roaring, my release spilling into her, hot and endless, marking her inside and out.
But she wasn’t done. She pushed me onto my back, straddling me, her pussy still dripping, my come mixing with her arousal, slick and obscene. “Again,” she snarled, her voice a blade, her hips grinding, taking me deep, riding me like she was chasing oblivion. I gripped her hips, bruising her skin, my cock hard again, throbbing inside her, her moans a rhythm that drove me feral.
She leaned down, lips crashing into mine, tongue plunging, tasting blood and lust. Her nails dug into my chest, carving welts, her pussy clenching, relentless, pushing us both past sanity. I slapped her ass, hard, the sound wet, her gasp a mix of shock and need, and she rode me faster, her breasts bouncing,her curls a wild halo, her eyes blazing with something darker than desire—pain, maybe, or grief.
I flipped her again, pinning her beneath me, thrusting deep, slow now, deliberate, wanting to feel every inch of her. Her pussy was swollen, sensitive, and she whimpered, her body trembling, oversensitive but craving more. I kissed her throat, her breasts, sucking her nipples, tasting her sweat, her heat, my hands spreading her thighs, exposing her fully.
“Elias,” she moaned, voice raw, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer, her pussy clenching, another orgasm building. I drove deeper, my cock hitting that spot inside her, her moans loud, desperate, filling the room.
I felt her come again, softer this time, a shuddering wave, her pussy pulsing, her breath hitching, and I followed, my release spilling into her, a slow burn that left me raw, exposed, hers. We collapsed, panting, slick with sweat and come, the air thick with sex and something heavier, something unspoken.
And then she did it. Vivi curled into a ball on the far side of the bed, knees to her chest, arms wrapped tight, her back to me. The fire was gone, replaced by a silence that hit me like a sledgehammer. My demon froze, stunned, the room suddenly too big, too cold. Her curls spilled across the pillow, but her body was a fortress, shut tight, and I had no idea what to do.
I reached for her, hand hovering, but stopped. She was untouchable now, not the woman who’d fucked me like she was defying death, but something fragile, something broken. My chest ached, a pain I didn’t understand, and for the first time, I was lost. This—this quiet, this distance—was a threat I couldn’t fight.
“Vivi,” I said, voice low, rough, but she didn’t move, didn’t answer. The demon snarled, wanting to pull her close, to demand answers, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Whatever hadhappened with Jessa, whatever had cut her this deep, it was bigger than me, bigger than us.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling, my hand inches from her, not touching. The ballet’s suspension, Jessa’s texts, the authorities—it was all connected, a noose tightening around her, and I’d missed it. My screens glowed in the corner, Jessa’s data waiting, but it felt useless now. Vivi was here, but she wasn’t, and the weight of that crushed me.
I wanted tomorrow with her, wanted her fire, her chaos, but this—her curled tight, shutting me out—made tomorrow feel like a lie. I didn’t know how to fix this, didn’t know if I could. All I knew was her, and the demon, quiet now, was as lost as I was.
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