Page 32 of River of Deceit

Maybe by then, I’ll be ready to call my own life quits.

I lower the knife, placing it against her breast, and bend in to kiss her.

She moans and pulls me closer. I open my mouth for her, and she tastes like I remember from that year ago. I can’t place what it reminds me of, exceptcrazy.

Pandora’s thigh rubs more insistently against my cock while she runs her tongue against mine.

I didn’t lock the door.

But somehow, I can’t bring myself to care right now.

I want to prove to her that I can last more than three seconds now, that I know how to satisfy a woman, that I’m not going to get scared and bail.

I close the knife, shoving it into my own pocket.

If I’m going to stab her, it’s going to be intentionally.

Not if.

When.

I groan against her mouth, then grab the hem of her skirt to raise it up. I can’t tell what kind of underwear she’s wearing, but I don’t particularly care. I just know they’re in the way.

Pandora goes for my belt—but she also gets her hand into my pocket. I pull back and scowl when she retrieves her knife. She smiles at me.

“It’s sentimental. I can’t let you keep it,” she says, stuffing the knife into her skirt pocket. “Don’t worry, no cutting. It’d be hell to clean up here.”

Yeah, because that’s what she’s worried about.

I grab at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down even as she goes back to working at my belt and fly. We’ve gotten several steps away from it, but I push her against the wall again.

“Fuck you, Pandora,” I whisper, my voice ragged.

I won’t ever tell her what I went through because it would be whiny and stupid — not to mention, she wouldn’t fucking care — but the hatred I feel for her is no small thing. It’s with that brimming to the surface that I get my cock out of my boxers and push her leg up so I can get to her cunt.

Pandora moans and hooks her thigh around my waist. The angle must be awkward, but she rubs her pussy against my cock.

“Haven’t gotten properly laid in weeks,” Pandora murmurs. “Stuff me full, River. Show me how much you’ve learned since then.”

I’m torn between wanting to use her and throw her away and wanting to prove to her that I know what I’m doing now. If I’m going to get close to her, though, the latter is the only real option.

I thrust up, my cock finding her cunt and pushinginside, and I groan at the feeling of her tight heat around me. She’s wet, too, which somehow doesn’t surprise me.

When I’m as close to her as I can possibly get, I lean down to run my tongue along the small cut I left on her neck. Pandora moans loudly and tightens her cunt.

She also pulls my hand closer to her mouth and begins kissing it, right where the pinky stub is.

I want to pull away, but for some reason I don’t understand, I don’t. Instead, I let her kiss and lick at that spot as I start to fuck her right there against the wall. The position isn’t the most comfortable, especially with my pants down halfway and Pandora balancing on one leg, but it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that I’m inside of her and going strong, proving that the first and only time we ever fucked had been a fluke, not a trend.

“Keep going, keep going,” Pandora moans, clenching around me.

She’s so hot inside, drawing me in, and I lose myself to the raw sensations.

How dare she destroy me.

How dare she manipulate me.