I chuckle at her bratty attitude whilst dropping her boyfriend onto the coffee table that’s covered in sweet treats. The sugar cookies I smelt before clatter to the ground from the force and I catch Nina’s eyes travelling to the mess before landing back on me again. Watching like a fucking hawk.
“Not quite. I like a bit of foreplay before my dessert.” I tease, taking a step closer to her and what I don’t expect is her to square up to me, she keeps her hands on her hips and tilts her chin to face me, allowing her flame hair to fall down her back in thick waves.
“You’re fucking sick, you know that right?” She spits with black venom in her tone. “So I’ve been told.” I remark and tilt my head to the side, taking every inch of her in behind the mask. I can practically feel the anger that’s radiating from her but before she can even open her mouth to piss me off again, I wrap my hand around her throat and push her into the wall, causing her head to crack against the cheap plaster.
“I might be sick in the head, angel.” I whisper whilst brushing my mask up the side of her face until I reach her ear. “But I’m not the only one. I heard that little moan that slipped out of your mouth just then, and I can clearly see the way those thick thighs rub against each other. I bet that cunt is dripping wet, isn’t it?”
Her breath catches in her throat and I can feel her swallow beneath my hand which only spurs me on to tighten my grip until her hands are clawing at the leather gloves. Pink blotches begin to bloom across her skin as she fights for consciousnessand I’m more than ready to test my theory. I can see it in her eyes how much she wants someone to touch her, the only way I can.
“Go.. ahead. I.. fucking dare.. you.” She says between choking breaths and I release her throat a fraction to allow a sliver of air into her lungs before trailing my other hand down the front of her body, between the valley of her perfect tits then down towards the waistband of her shorts. Nina’s skin pebbles beneath the rough leather of my gloves, her body’s way of telling me that she wants this, even if her mouth says otherwise.
“Say my name angel.. I dareyou.”
I watch with intent as her bright green eyes widen the further down I trail my hand, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. “Say my name, and I’ll prove to us both how fucking sick you are.” The tips of my fingers dip beneath the waistband of her shorts and a breathy moan slips between her plump lips, causing me to groan behind the mask, the sound so fucking sweet.
“You’re.. The Angelmaker.” She says in defeat and I push my fingers further into her shorts, feeling her tremble beneath me. “Atta girl, now open up for me.”
“This.. this is all wrong.” With a whimper, Nina goes against her own thoughts and spreads her legs for me, giving me the perfect access to her pussy and my fucking God, do I wanna feel her bare skin against my own instead of these leather gloves.
I need it. I want nothing between my hand and her sopping cunt. The tips of my gloves brush against the top of her pussy and I quickly remove my hand and bring it to my mouth under the mask, already smelling her sweet arousal within the fibres.
“What are you doing?” She cries out.
“I thought you didn’t want this?” I tease then grip the tip of the glove between my teeth and drag it free from my hand, revealing the intricate tattoos that cover my skin. It’s stupid on my part to show my tattoos but repercussions be damned, I’m a sucker for good pussy and it just so happens that little Nina here is achingfor my deathly touch. Her eyes widen as she takes in the detailed ink on my hand and I watch her follow the trail I make again down her body, feeling her body heat radiate through my skin.
“I.. fuck, I don’t want this.. I.” The fight in her is pointless as she continues to moan under my touch and I can feel her heart pounding beneath my hand that’s still wrapped around her throat, thick crimson blood pumping through her veins like a wild river.
I just know she’d look fucking delectable covered in blood as my cock sinks deep inside her.
Holy shit. I need to reign in it.
Shunning the erotic thought away, I dip my hand into her shorts and brush my fingers against her heated skin, causing her to whimper at the soft touch before I dive straight for her clit. The moment my fingers make contact, her eyes roll to the back of her head and she groans from the pleasure I’m bringing her. Whimpers and cries slip from between her pink lips and I dip my finger lower to scoop up the wetness that’s pooling in her juicy hole.
“Fuck.” She moans through gritted teeth and then opens her eyes to look at her slowly dying boyfriend who is lying on the coffee table behind us. “This isn’t right,” she cries. “My.. fuck, my boyfriend is..”
I cut in. “Will be dead soon for how he touched you, but I want you to keep your eyes on him as you come all over a killer’s fingers.”
My filthy words have her grinding on my hand and I push my fingers into her soaking cunt, starting with the index finger and then moving onto the middle finger before scissoring them inside her. Moans like I’ve never heard before fall from her lips willingly and like the good fucking girl she is, she keeps her glowing eyes on her boyfriend.
“Tell me angel.” I murmur against her skin. “How fuckingbadly do you want him to die?” Within seconds her gaze snaps back to me.
“What the fuck? I.. I don’t want him dead?”
Her denial is so beautiful, I swear I can see the lies swimming in her eyes. She hates him, everything about him. I should know, I’ve battled with those same lies until now. Until I let myself be free from the demons that tried to chain me down.
I’ll never be chained down again.
“Yes you do. I can see it in those emerald eyes.” I say across her skin and add a third finger into her tight pussy, causing her to groan in blissful pleasure. “He’s hurt you, hasn’t he? And you wanna hurt him back, don’t you? There’s a darkness inside you that’s craving to play with mine. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, angel?”
Confusion mixed with lust spills across her face as her eyes dart between me and her pathetic boyfriend.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She fights back with a heavy moan. “You don’t know anything about me.”
I chuckle at her words and curl my fingers to brush against her spongy walls, teasing and prodding her forbidden centre that has her trembling in my hold.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong baby.” Baby? Where the fuck did that come from? I need a brick to the head. “I know everything about you. I know the feeling of your insides, how wet andso fuckingwarm them are, I can just imagine my cock slipping inside, I can almost feel the way it would stretch you wide until your screaming.” My degrading words have her panting like a dog in heat and her hand quickly finds mine over her shorts, she pushes my fingers deeper inside of herself. “You’re a greedy fucking girl, Nina.”
With little force, I shove another finger inside her, so close to slipping my whole hand inside of her. I wonder if she’d be on board with being turned into a hand puppet.
