Page 17 of Bleed (Two Wheeled Psychos #4)

The nights of restless sleep haven’t stopped, but they’ve changed. Where I used to dream about Dani walking away from me, leaving me with no answers, now, I have ones where the reason she’s not with me is because I’m the one who erases her.

Every time I sleep I’m thrown into the same nightmare where I’m making love to her and as she cums under me, looking like the most perfect being in the universe, I stab her to death.

It’s not a single, swift, under the chin killing either.

It’s violent, messy, and aggressive as if I hate her and want her dead.

I don’t though, and even in the dream as I’m doing it, I’m not wanting to, I’m trying to stop myself, but I just can’t.

At the end, every fucking time, as she dies and her blue eyes fall closed, I reach sexual climax and cum like a degenerate on her corpse.

Tonight is no different, and as I wake from the third version of the same fucking nightmare, I jolt up in my bed, fighting with my sheets as if they were trying to attack me like I did to her in the horror show in my mind.

“Easy.” The single word comes from the corner of my bedroom in the dark.

It’s a woman’s voice all soft and comforting, one I know, one I’ve listened to for years and dreamt of for even longer.

“Dani?” I ask the dark shadowy figure standing perfectly still, already knowing the answer.

“It’s me.”

The shadow moves as she steps closer, allowing a sliver of moonlight from the crack between the curtain panels to shine on her face, lighting up her cheekbone and one blue eye.

The pounding of my heart from the dream gets faster and harder knowing she’s snuck into my apartment in the middle of the night and was watching me, just like I would have done to her if I knew where she lived. It’s sexy as fucking hell being the one surveilled.

“Now I know why you women like to read books about being stalked by shadowy men.” I chuckle to her, rubbing my face with my palms, trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes and the sweat from my forehead.

“Oh yeah? You like that I snuck in, able to take your life while you sleep, yet I didn’t.”

“You know I’ve always liked dangerous women, and even more dangerous sex.”

“I know. But sex…babe, I’d rather cut you like you were doing in whatever that was that you just experienced.” She says, stepping even closer, the light spreading across her more, illuminating the blade in her clenched fist. “What was that by the way? It looked bad.”

“I was killing you.” I say, shaking my head, not taking my eyes off the large knife that fills her small hand.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Did it fucking look like it?” I ask her, punching the mattress, trying to ignore the remnants of the dream that still lace my brain with fleeting images that I can’t seem to forget.

“But you were hunting me.”

“Not when I knew it was you. I told Valentino no today; I won’t do the contract.” I say to her, watching her come closer, lifting the knife up in front of her face, staring at the blade that I’m not sure if she actually intends on trying to use. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But baby, I love when you hurt me.” She hisses, then launches herself at me with a wicked smile.

She jumps on me on the bed, and knocks me down onto my pillow, pinning me under her weight. I could easily throw her off of me, but I won’t. I know that look on her face. She’s not going to kill me. No, she wants to play.

“And you love to hurt me.”

“I do.” She whispers, bringing the knife to my throat, holding the sharp edge against my skin just under my beard line.

It’s super sharp, and I feel it bite into me as she presses it firmly enough that swallowing would be detrimental to my health. My cock swells in my boxers at the feel of the cold steel, and her straddling my waist.

“Do it.” I say, watching her closely. “Cut me.”

“Mmmm, patience babe.”

She jumps, and the knife nicks my skin when I thrust my hips up, bouncing her on top of me.

“When have I ever had patience?”

“Touche.” She laughs, gyrating her hips around in a circle, rubbing my hard dick underneath her body and the sheet. “You want to bleed?”

“Yes.” I groan, grabbing her by the hips and holding her tightly to me, feeling the warmth coming from between her thighs. “Lift your fucking skirt. I want to see that wet little cunt as you cut.”

“Such a nasty thing you are.”

“You love it. That’s why you broke in here wearing that little thing. Now show me your pussy.”

Reaching over and clicking on the bedside lamp I brighten the room, making my eyes instinctively close for a moment as I feel her shift on top of me, pressing the blade’s edge even tighter to me, pinching me with it.

A warm and wet feeling spreads across my neck, and I smell the first hint of copper in the air, making me hiss in morbid pleasure.

When I open my eyes, she’s licking her pretty pink lips as she watches the blood trickling down the front of my throat, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to taste it.

With her free hand she lifts the hem of her little, black, pleated skirt, baring a naked and freshly shaved pussy to my hungry gaze. It’s already glistening and moist, and its scent of arousal mingles with the aroma of my blood, making a heady and intoxicating fragrance.

“Touch yourself for me.” I order her.

Even though she’s the one on top with a knife pressed to my neck, she knows who controls everything, and she listens like the well trained little cum slut she is.

I know she missed this as much as I did.

I can see it written all over her face as she closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and drags her fingers across her slick flesh.

“Mmmm.” She moans, delving a single finger inside herself, rocking her hips back and forth on me, rubbing my throbbing dick under her ass even more.

I want to grab it, squeeze it hard, and shove it up her tight little cunt, but the show is too good to rush.

“That’s it baby, let me hear how wet you are. Go faster.”

Peep shows, strippers, and porn are nothing compared to a real-life show, and I’m burning up inside from watching her finger herself on my lap.

Her skin is flushed and her breaths come harder, and I’m matching her excitement without any direct touches except the weight of her on me and the blade on my skin.

“Damien. Bleed more.” She groans and slides the blade sideways, cutting into me, opening up what feels like a small chasm in my throat.

I know it feels worse than it is. There’s no difficulty breathing and the amount of hot wetness I feel sliding down me isn’t enough to kill me, but it’s enough to make her little pussy spasm around her finger.

“Fuck yes, Dani. Add another finger. Open yourself up for me.”

“Oh God!” She cries out, adding another slender finger with the first.

“Let me see. Spread them, show me that tight hole.”

She obeys my command, her hips tilting forward more, giving me a better view of her fucking herself. “I’m gonna tear that thing apart when you’re done having your bloody fun.”

“Fuck me.” She moans, and I feel the knife drop off me and hear it land on the bed next to my head with a quiet thump of metal on cotton.

She squeals in surprise as I grab her tightly by the hips, lift her up, and flip us over. I wrangle the sheets out of the way, and yank off my snug boxers as I position myself between those slender legs and soft thighs.

“I can feel how fucking hot you are.” I groan as I grab my pulsing dick and rub it against her soaked little cunt, getting it wet with her slick fluids. “Knock knock.” I add, smacking her pussy lips with my cock.

“Fuucckk.” Dani moans, arching her back, lifting herself off the bed except where her shoulders press against my pillows as I slide into her.

“Jesus Christ.” I curse, feeling how fucking hot, tight, and wet she is around me.

Her flesh envelopes me, squeezing me, molding to me as I start a punishing rhythm in and out of her, going hard and fast, not wanting to take anything slow with her. I need to break her, make her mine again, solidify this reunion into what we had before she left.

“Harder, please. Harder.” She begs, her hands slapping at me then grabbing the skin of my shoulders.

“You want it to hurt?”

“Yes, please. Show me I’m still alive.”

Grabbing her thighs, I split her legs open wider and lift her hips, thrusting into her as deeply as I can, ripping her inside. I can feel her channel tear and I fuck her harder, smashing her hips with mine, shaking the whole bed with each punishing advance into her.

Her tits bounce out of the top of her little blouse and her pink nipples are so hard that they’re calling for me to bite and suck on them, making my already panting mouth drool.

“Give me those tits.” I say, leaning down, taking one in my mouth, and nipping down on the little nub between my front teeth.

She yelps in pain, but her cunt grabs me harder.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. Scream baby.” I say around the tightly puckered, little nipple, biting it hard enough that she wails in pain and slaps at me, her body fighting me on instinct.

“Damien!” She screams.

The feel of her around me, her screams, the sounds of our wet flesh smacking together, and the taste of her blood from the bite wound on her breast are all so overwhelming. I grab her body tightly, pulling her to me, sealing the space between us. I need her closer.

I’m fucking her so hard, squeezing her body, and biting her, doing everything I’ve missed in one scene.

It’s pushing me closer to the precipice of pleasure, rolling through me, driving me towards the edge.

But when she latches her mouth onto the dripping wound on my neck and sucks, pressing her tongue to it, I explode inside of her.

My orgasm is so violent I expect the top of her head to blow off as I spurt load after load deep in her, filling her to capacity and beyond.

It’s so primal that I feel like an animal, unable to stop myself from continuing to ram into her, making my mess flood out of her, pushing her onward, until she’s bucking under and against me like a woman possessed.

“Do it. Cum so hard for me.” I grunt, holding myself deep in her pussy, letting her walls squeeze and pulse around me, milking more from my still hard cock. “Good girl. Such a good girl. My perfect girl.”

I continue to praise her, stroking her hair, touching her everywhere as she finally starts to calm down.

The knife still lays on the bed next to her, and with a disgusted scowl at the thing of my nightmares, I toss it on the floor.

I can’t be next to the thing I kill her with every time I close my eyes. Not in my bed.

When her eyes flutter closed and she collapses into the mattress, I pull her onto her side and snuggle up behind her, making sure my cock stays in her, plugging her up, keeping my seed inside of her as we fall asleep together, just like how we used to do.