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She moans into my mouth, and her hands clutch at the material of my shirt at my ribs, her little nails digging in. I eat away at her mouth like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I tug her until she’s flush against my body, not a spare centimeter of space between us. Then I turn us so her ass meets the edge of the table.
I pull my mouth from hers, but only allow an inch of space. “I’m going to fuck you, Vicious. Right here on top of Joseph’s dead body.”
The shutter that goes through her is visible. Her head turns, and her eyes dart over her shoulder. When she turns back, her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. Indecision wars with desire in her expression. She wants me to fuck her because her body demands it, but her head isn’t all the way in the game. It’s that little bit of conscience she has left that’s causing her to hesitate.
It doesn’t matter whether she’s on board with the sinister act because I won’t be stopped. I’ll fuck her exactly how I want, where I want, when I want, and she’ll fucking take it.
I don’t give her a chance to respond before my hand squeezes her throat, limiting her air supply, and my mouth drops back to hers. I lift her with my arm around her waist and drop her down on the table. A garbled sound leaves her throat when she lands on Joseph’s arm.
When I release her throat and remove my arm from around her waist, she wobbles because her balance is a little off due to the uneven position. She catches herself from falling backward by putting her hands behind her. One goes to the area between Joseph’s legs, the other lands on the top part of his sternum, right in the gaping hole in his chest.
I grab the top of her dress and rip it down so her beautiful tits bounce free. Her eyes widen and fill with uncertainty when I move the same hand down her legs and begin lifting the long material. Behind the dubiety is undeniable desire, and that desire grows stronger the higher the dress goes.
I ruck the material up so it bunches in her lap. Her breathing picks up, and her lips part. I know what I’m going to find when I reach between her legs. She may not be ready to admit she wants this yet, but her body won’t lie.
Halfway up her thighs, I feel the evidence of her arousal, and when I reach her skimpy thong, it’s soaked. Too soaked for her to have just gotten turned on.
“This isn’t from the last minute or so,” I say, flicking my finger over her clit through her thong. “It’s too much. How long have you been turned on, baby? What did it for you? Was it when you started carving into his flesh? Or maybe when you crushed his ankles with the sledgehammer.”
She doesn’t say anything, just keeps her eyes pinned on my face.
“Did you get wet when you scooped his eye out and made him eat it, or was it when you sliced the skin of his scrotum and plucked out his testicles?”
“No,” she whispers quietly. Her tongue comes out and runs across her bottom lip. “It was when you cracked open his chest.”
A smile slowly creeps across my face, pleased with her answer. As a reward, I slip my finger beneath her thong and finger her hole, pushing just the tip inside. “You like the hearts I give you.”
“Yes,” she pants.
I’m surprised that she admitted it so easily, but I really shouldn’t be. Killing someone is nasty business. If she could stand there, dismembering and mutilating a body with her own two hands, me killing a man in her name and giving her his heart is like saying ‘it’s just another day in the life.’
“Such a bloodthirsty little girl, aren’t you, wife?”
Without warning, I shove my whole finger inside her tight hole. She gasps and her elbows start to give out, but she relocks them in place. I slide my finger out and add two more, jamming them inside her so hard and fast my knuckles bang against her pelvic bone.
“Ryker,” she moans at the same time her cunt walls squeeze my fingers.
I work her hole with three fingers, pulling out to her rim and slamming them back inside. Her head tips back, her mouth falling open with her heavy breathing. She keeps her eyes onme though, and fuck all to hell what her look does to my cock. It strains against my slacks, begging to be free, pleading to be wrapped in her delicious, juicy cunt.
I pull my fingers out of her.
“Wha… What are you doing? Put them back. Please.”
I lift my fingers to my mouth and slip my middle and ring fingers between my lips. The coppery taste of Joseph’s blood and Savina’s sweet arousal coats my tongue. The blood isn’t as appealing as Savina’s, but it tastes all the better becauseshedrew it. I leave my pointer finger for Savina, lifting it to her mouth. She hesitates for all of two seconds before she parts her lips, and I slip it inside. I had Joseph’s blood tested for any unpleasant surprises since I knew Savina would be elbow deep in the stuff. The results came back negative of everything, so I don’t worry about her getting a disease.
She leans on one hand and grabs my wrist, holding my hand steady as she sucks on my finger. Her lips slide up and down the digit, the tip going so far in her mouth that I touch the back of her throat. Once all of the blood and cum have been cleaned away, she pulls my finger from her mouth but she doesn’t let my wrist go. Curiously, I watch as she slides my finger over her chin and down her neck. She switches direction when she reaches her chest, aiming my finger at her nipple. She circles it a couple of times before she continues her path down, past her belly button, and over the thin strip of hair down her pelvis. Her hips lift, as if trying to meet my finger. Right as she gets to her clit, where I know she wants my attention, I pull my hand away.
“Ryker,” she barks with cute-as-fuck frustration.
“My cock is hungry, Little Vicious. It’s his turn to play.”
Expectedly, she likes that idea, her expression turning eager.
It takes me seconds to get my cock out of my pants. I’m leaking from the tip, and the head is an angry purple. The colorreminds me of what Joseph’s looked like when Savina cut off the blood circulation to his dick.
Savina’s eyes drop down and my cock gives a jerk when she looks at it. I want to stuff her mouth full and fuck her throat raw until she’s begging me to stop. But I don’t have the patience for that right now. I’ve been on the edge for far too long to take the time for anything other than her tight pussy.
Savina’s legs are already spread wide when I step up between them. Her pussy glistens in the white light in the room. Her thighs are painted red from when I fucked her with my fingers covered in Joseph’s blood. She looks like a sacrificial virgin who’s just been defiled.