It's been a few days since she killed the guy from the bar, and we went through the grueling task of dismembering him and disposing of all the pieces so they'd never be found. I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t exhilarated by it. All the sins I've committed in my life—all the murders—have come rushing back to me since that first night, and the dangerous urge to kill again is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. I shouldn’t have been released from prison, but I faked my therapy and convinced everyone that I was “cured” just to secure early parole, and I got exactly what I wanted. I've been in the system long enough that I know how it works. I know how to manipulate to get what I want, and it still almost always works.
When I finally return to the moment with Scarlett, she's now inches away from sitting on my lap, one of her snakes draped elegantly around her neck. She grins, and my heart races as she settles on my dick, gently pushing on my shoulders until I lie back on the cool grass. My hands instinctively find her hips, andI bite my bottom lip, feeling a rush of electricity as she teasingly grinds back and forth against me, making me even harder.
“Joder, ¿qué me estás haciendo, chica mala?” The words roll off my tongue, feeling her thighs tighten around me as her body trembles, her eyes glazing over with a wild fire.
“What... what did you just say?” she asks, her voice a soft rasp, her throat dry.
I chuckle, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip and smearing her red lipstick, giving her the edge she was missing, the snake tightening its grip around her throat. “I said, ‘Fuck, what are you doing to me, you bad girl?’”
“Ahh, I see.” She winks, pulling the snake off and looping it around my neck, distracting me as she slides my pants down, freeing my cock which stands erect, glistening with beads of moisture around the tip. “Well, right now what I’m doing is fucking you—unless, of course, you want me to stop.” She pulls back, raising an eyebrow in a playful challenge.
I grip her throat just enough to assert my dominance and pull her down to me, our lips mere breaths apart. “No te atrevas a parar, niña bonita. Cógeme. Cógeme como quieras.”
The heat of her body pressing down on me sends my mind spiraling, the tempting urge to have her long overtaking any lingering hesitation. Scarlett's breath quickens as she meets my gaze again, her eyes alight with a mix of mischief and desire that awakens something deep within me—the beast that lurks under my skin, begging for release.
“Okay, Michael,” she whispers, the sultry tone of her voice vibrating through my core. “If that’s what you want.”
And just as my instincts tell me to push her harder, she shifts her weight, teasingly grinding against me, the friction sending shockwaves through my already heightened senses. I watch as her lips curl into a wicked smile, clearly reveling in the fact that she has me completely under her control. It’s a game to her,and I can tell she loves every fucking second of it. The darkness inside me combusts, a volatile mix of adoration and hunger. I want to ruin her, to mold our chaotic souls into one, making a beautiful blend of violence and lust.
“Dame eso,” I murmur, my voice low and raw, the urgency in my tone causing her to arch an eyebrow in curiosity. “I want to see you, Scarlett. Show me what you’ve got.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she lifts herself, aligning my cock at her entrance. Her eyes lock onto mine, an intimate challenge seeping into her expression as she slowly sinks down, enveloping me in her tight warmth. A guttural sound escapes my throat—a combination of pleasure and the overwhelming desire to dominate her completely.
“God, you’re so big,” she breathes, her voice laced with pride and need.
She starts to move, rocking her hips just the way I like it, boldly pulling away before slamming down on me again. The sensation is addictive, intense pressure building in my core as her movements become more urgent.
“Más,” I demand, my hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her rhythm to match the frantic beat of my heart. “Deja que sienta cada parte de ti.” I want her to know exactly what she’s doing to me, to bask in the knowledge that she has ignited this unquenchable fire within.
“As you wish,” she whispers playfully, her voice dripping with seductive authority, and she begins to ride me with bold intensity.
I can feel every inch of her pussy—warm, tight, and wet, like it was fucking made for me, and the way her body responds to me; it drives me fucking wild. Each thrust feels as if she’s tearing me apart and stitching me back together all at once.
Another snake slithers past us, oblivious to the raw display of our desperate bodies, but its presence only adds to the thrill ofthe moment—two predators lost in a primal dance. It reminds me of the snake around my neck, choking me as I choke Scarlett with my bare hand. The sun casts a golden hue around us, but in the depths of my mind, all hell seems to be breaking loose, daring images swirling behind my eyes.
“Scarlett, I fucking need you,” I groan, my voice low and gravelly, the edge of my control slipping. “Necesito que me sueltes. Quiero perderme en ti por completo.”
Her breathing quickens, and I feel her walls tightening around me, as if in response to my response. "Then fuck me, papí. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
With that, I explode. A bomb of lust and heat consumes me, pushing its way up from deep within as I move to meet her thrust for thrust, our bodies crashing together with feral recklessness. The world around us dissipates, fading into oblivion—there's only her, the addicting blend of ecstasy and chaos wrapped up inside of me, begging me to unleash the darkness that has always lurked beneath the surface.
With each powerful, calculated movement, I can feel us approaching the edge of something explosive, a culmination of our wild habits and forbidden desires. I know that there’s no going back; we're tangled in each other’s souls, making a dangerous bond forged in blood, violence, and lust.
We become something more than just two broken souls beneath the sun— we are predators, reveling in our insanity. I don’t just want her; I need her like I fucking need air, and sooner or later the world will burn if it means keeping her close.
I flip her to her back, ignoring the snake slithering down my spine, and shove her thighs open so I can settle between them. Her eyes look up at mine, her hips involuntary bucking against me as she desperately chases my cock. I give it a few good strokes, then push my fingers inside her dripping entrance, using her sweet wetness to lube up even more.
As I push just the tip inside her, I reach beside us and slide my belt out of the loops on my jeans, showing her a devious smirk that she's never seen. Her eyes widen as I slide the belt under her head, pulling it down behind her neck, under her silky black and red curls. As I loop the belt through the buckle and begin to tighten it, I lean down to her ear and whisper seductively, making a tiny gasp leave her throat before the belt tightens around it.
"Quiero mirar tus ojos mientras mi cinturón exprime todo el aire de tus pulmones, y luego, luego te follaré tan fuerte y tan profundo, que tu coño dolorido tendrá mi semen goteando durante días." I nip at her earlobe, slamming my cock the rest of the way inside her, feeling her warm cunt swallow me with little resistance.
"I have no idea what you just said, but don't stop what you're doing," she pants as I fuck her viciously, shoving her back into the hard ground while my pelvis slams into hers with force.
"I said I want to watch your eyes as my belt squeezes all the air out of your lungs, and then, then I'm going to fuck you so hard, and so deep, your pussy will be sore as fuck and it'll have my cum dripping out of it for days."
I wink, tightening the belt until her cheeks turn rosy and her eyes take on a lost, glassy look. It becomes harder for her to breathe, but she still manages to extend her arm and drag her nails up and down my chest, tracing over the many jail tattoos that cover most of my skin. Her legs lock around my waist as I keep thrusting, our hips colliding violently. But she doesn't tap out. She doesn't tell me to stop. Either she's done this before—willingly or not—or she's too afraid to tell me "no" for some reason.
I don't know much about Scarlett besides the fact she's a prison therapist—my therapist. We never get too deep whenwe're talking, it's like she's keeping herself guarded because of whatever happened to her in her past.
