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“I hate you,” Brianna whispered. I had the feeling she’d tell me that an awful lot in the future, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care one bit.
My body bore down on hers, my forehead pressing against hers. Each hand of mine had a good grip on an arm, keeping her pinned down and unable to fight me. “I know,” I murmured. “I love it.”
Her hatred fueled me. It drove me into a stupor, made my mind hazy. Being here with her, inside her, was not something I would’ve predicted for us, but it’s what my uncle wanted. I supposed, when he got back, I should thank him. Tell him I was grateful for his thoughtfulness. His marriage was nothing more than a sham, just to get me a permanent distraction from my killer urges.
And then I was lost. Lost to Brianna, lost to her body, lost to the sounds she made while I fucked her. I pumped my cock into that cunt with ferocity. I didn’t know if there’d be blood or not, but she’d been wet for me. Wet for my cock, in spite of her resistance to me. She might be able to tell me off, but her body certainly couldn’t. Deep down, she knew she belonged to me.
And, fuck, I could feel myself losing it almost instantly. With how tight she was, how wet, and the way she glared up at me with hatred in her eyes, how could I not burst? I got off on it all.
I tried to push that feeling off, but the pressure built in my lower half, my balls clenching as my cock pierced her pussy with a faster urgency. I was going to come, but that didn’t mean I had to pull out of her and leave. No, I could keep fucking her while knowing my cum lined those inner walls.
Hell, I could fuck her all night if I wanted to. It was just us in this house. Just Brianna and me, no one to hear us, no one to see us, and no one to stop us.
I slammed my cock into her, my body spasming with pleasure. My eyes shut, my grip on her wrists tightening for a few seconds before loosening up. A loud, growled-out groan left me as my cock pumped its seed into her cunt. Every single nerve in my body rode the high of the release, and not once in my life had I ever felt so good.
Her body was a drug to me. I needed more—
I must’ve loosened my hold on her too much, because in the next moment, I felt something cold against my neck, an inch or so under the base of my left ear. Slow to open my eyes, I found Brianna staring up at me with fire in her eyes. She’d gotten the butter knife I’d put to the side, and she held onto it with a tight, firm grip… and she’d placed it directly over my carotid artery.
Smart girl. Even smarter to know that anything could be used to kill, as long as you put enough strength behind it, even a measly butter knife.
My cock twitched inside her as the hunger in me doubled. Seeing her so furious, so bloodthirsty, so willing to kill me… it was fucking hot. If I hadn’t just come inside her, I might’ve spontaneously erupted right then.
“Well?” I asked, my voice low. “Are you going to do it, or are you just going to think about doing it?” I started to move my hips again, a slow, ungodly pace. I let go of her other arm, seeing as how there was no use now. Instead, I focused on the way I rocked my hips, how I fucked her, how her body rocked in sync with mine.
Brianna gulped so loudly I could hear it. I tore off my glasses so I could lower my face to hers, pressing my nose against hers. Her lips grazed mine; I could hear her panting. I could feel her tits rise and fall with every hard breath she took.
“Are you going to kill me, Brianna? Are you going to kill me while I’m inside you?” As I asked, I let out a moan. Not going to lie, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. At least I’d die, balls-deep in my newest fascination. “Are you going to kill me while I’m fucking you?”
The knife pressed harder against my skin. I wouldn’t say it was painful; the flesh hadn’t broken yet. Plus, me and pain… we didn’t really go way back. I didn’t view pain like most people. I might inflict it, but I didn’t feel it myself.
“Let me tell you what’ll happen,” I went on, my pace picking up. “If you can cut deep enough to reach the artery you’re going for, it’ll be messy. You’ll get blood all over you. On your face, in your mouth, all over your sheets. I’ll bleed out in less than a minute if you pull the knife out after severing it—but I won’t get off you. I won’t pull out of you. My cock will still be nestled inside your core. I’ll fuck you until my last breath.”
It was strangely erotic to think about fucking Brianna up until my death, even if she was the one to kill me. Like I said, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. I’d have the time of my fucking life.
“I’ll be dead, yes, but my cock will still be inside of you, still rock-hard. You’ll be fucking a corpse by then,” I murmured, my lips brushing against hers with every word.
“Stop it,” she hissed out, the knife firm against the side of my neck. “You’re disgusting—”
“Am I? I don’t know. I think it’d be hot, knowing I was still fucking you, even in death.” I rocked my hips particularly hard after that, causing her to cry out, not in pain, but in pleasure. She might deny it, but I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. “Would you finish on me? Covered in my blood, my cock still inside, would you roll me to my back and ride me until you came? Seems wasteful, if you didn’t.”
The knife pressed even harder on my neck—and I think, finally, the steel split the skin. Just a hair, just enough. Brianna’s back arched, her breathing hitching. Again, she muttered, “Stop,” but I couldn’t.
“I bet you would,” I told her. “Go ahead, then. Kill me. Kill me and fuck my corpse. This is the madhouse, remember? You’re just as psycho as me, even if you won’t admit it, so do it.” When all she could do was moan while I pounded away between her legs, I added, “I won’t stop you.”
Her other hand went to grip my shirt, fingers clenching in the fabric. “Oh, my God,” Brianna whispered, her voice husky. “Stop. Stop, or I’ll—”
Clearly, I wasn’t going to stop, but hearing her and feeling her be so close to an orgasm made me go at her even harder. “Come for me, Brianna. Come on my cock. Let me feel you lose it like you did in my studio. Come on my cock like you came on my hand.”
Her body was instantly racked with trembling. She cried out, her inner core clamping down on my cock as her inner walls tightened. Her back arched again, letting me pound at her deeper as the orgasm swept through her, an uncontrollable force. The knife she held against my neck dropped; she couldn’t keep holding it up anymore.
“That’s what I thought,” I whispered, moving my face to the crook of her neck, nipping her in what must’ve been a sensitive place, because she crooned at that. I’d have to learn her body, learn what she liked and how she liked it, to get her to bend to me. “You’re mine now, don’t you forget it. Every single part of you belongs to me.” I kissed that same spot on her neck, and she moaned. “Every inch. Your tits. Your stomach. Your tight cunt. It’s all mine now.”
She said nothing, so I lifted my mouth away from the crook of her neck, holding my head above hers. Without my glasses on, she looked a little hazy, but I could still see the way her lips had parted, how she breathed hard, even now, still struggling to regain control of herself after that powerful orgasm.
“Am I clear, or do I need to fuck you all night until the lesson sinks in?” I asked.
The hand that had held onto the knife had released it, but it returned to my neck, her fingers touching where she’d broken the skin. She rubbed her fingers against the blood, smearing it over my neck.
