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Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and circle my finger. Without meaning to, the image of the man from last night slides into my mind. It’s a crappy preview because I never saw his face, but seeing his tall shadowed form with his wide shoulders is enough to do it for me.
I let my mind wander, and it moves to when he was on top of me on the bed. My face smashed to the bed with his hard weight on my back. The thick cock that was pressed against my ass. It feels so real that I almost open my eyes to see if he’s really there.I don’t want to be jolted back to reality, so I keep them closed and let my fantasy play out.
A phantom hand slides up my back until fingers tangle in my hair. They grip so tight, I feel the strands threaten to snap. My head is pulled back, and in my mind, I open my eyes and see the black mask from last night in the mirror. He’s tall, with the top of my head not quite meeting his chin. I still can’t see his eyes, but I can feel them staring at me.
“Please,” the real me whimpers.
“Please, what, Vicious?” the devil in my mind replies. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I pant. “Touch me.”
My head is pulled back even more, and the devil drops his face so his lips are right by my ear. “You want my bloody hands on you? Hands that ripped out another man’s heart?”
At his words, my eyes move to the hand that’s gripping my waist. It’s red and dripping with blood, leaving a smear across my skin. The sight should repulse me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes my pussy ache even more.
I scissor my fingers around my clit, pinching the nub until there’s a pleasurable burn.
“Yes,” I answer the ghost at my back.
My head is yanked to the side, my neck fully exposed. The mask lowers, and despite the plastic covering his mouth, I feel his lips on me.
I moan, and my hand on the counter balls into a fist. My other picks up speed, twirling around my clit. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut as I desperately hold onto the vision in my head.
A sharp pain pierces my throat, and in my mind, a trickle of blood slides down my neck. My devil groans and presses his hips against mine. I can feel the rigid length of his cock through his pants against my bare ass cheeks, and I want nothing more thanto feel it without his clothes on. I want it sliding between my legs and plunging deep inside me, ripping me apart and forcefully taking me.
My breath hiccups, and my legs stiffen. The first sign of my impending orgasm hits me, and I breathe in deep.
The devil releases his teeth against my neck and lifts his head. Blood is smeared over the mouth of his mask, and there’re trails of red rolling down my neck.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls.
His fingers untangle from my hair, and he brings his palm around to the front of my neck. His thick fingers wrap around the delicate column, and they squeeze. My mouth drops open, and I try to suck in a breath, but he’s completely cut off my air supply.
And that only excites me even more.
“Mine, Savina,” he snarls. I meet the mask’s eyes in the mirror. “All of you. Everything about you. You don’t exist without me.” His other hand goes between my legs, fully cupping my pussy with his big palm. “Repeat it.”
He releases the tight grip he has around my throat just enough for me to reply. “I’m yours.”
His answering growl has my toes curling.
“Your cunt. Your breasts. Your ass. Every fucking curvy inch belongs to me. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I don’t know why I’m agreeing. I know absolutely nothing about this devil. Except for the fact that he killed a man in my name, and he’s a complete fucking psycho. What else will this man do? What else is he capable of?
My reckless body doesn’t seem to care. It only wants to feel good.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
My teeth grit, and I try to hold in my moan of pleasure, but it’s too forceful when my orgasm hits. It slams inside me like a derailed freight train, stealing my breath and my sanity.
My eyes snap open, and the room comes back into focus. I meet my gaze in the mirror. I’m almost surprised that I don’t see the red of blood on my neck or the masked man behind me. My chest pumps as I try to catch my breath.
Jesus. I’m pretty sure I’ve never come so hard before. All from a fantasy with a complete stranger that cut out the heart of a man who was rude to me.
Disturbing doesn’t even come close to the appropriate word that describes what just happened.