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The room stood empty, apart from us. I crossed the space in a few long strides, standing over her body, and prepared for her death.
Her chest rose beneath the black stain that trickled into the valley between, across the marks I gave her the week before, their pale flesh gleaming against her perfect skin. Not so perfect where I broke her, marked her.
I trailed my fingers through the mess that stained both her skin and nightdress, bringing them to my mouth. The faded sting of alcohol and something bitter dragged across the tip of my tongue.
Vodka, squid’s ink, and something else. I rolled the fluid around in my mouth, watching her.Shehad done this to herself, defiled her beautiful body. I leaned forward, letting my saliva drip from my lips, mixed with the foul liquid.
It fell onto her chest in a small pool as I repeated the process. When there was enough, I traced my fingers across the mixture, washing her with my fluids. Her skin was soft and yielded gently under my touch, dressing perfectly. I nearly came in my pants like a boy with his first five dollar whore.
But she was priceless. My Wintergreen.
Her breaths shuddered and she let out a sigh in her sleep, her shoulders rolling, disturbed from my touch.
I smiled into the darkness, freeing my cock in one hand, tracing my saliva lightly over her silk covered nipples with the other. Her flesh beaded into hard points, and the next sigh that slipped from her lips was more a moan than anything else.
My erection ached in my hand, steel hard and I knew I could come without touching myself while I violated her. That was the twisted power she held over me, the inability to kill her, the obsession topossessher, own her body, her mind...
Resting one knee lightly on the bed, I leaned forward, brushing the head of my cock across her lips while I played with her restless body. She twitched beneath my touch, her legs spreading slightly, her fingers stroking the sheets at her side.
Those breasts, her heavy, perfect globes would fit well in my palms but for tonight the tiniest touches left us both aching, craving. Should I leave her satisfied or needy? My lust should mirror hers, whatever the outcome of tonight. I smiled at that; perhaps I could give her what her tarnished little body needed.
Trapping her nipples lightly between my knuckles and tugging, I played with her body, learning the things she liked as her pulse fluttered weakly at her throat in the dim, reflected city lights in this room, barren of life.
Not like the art she created.
I’d been in her studio, defiled that with my own markings, though I knew she was yet to discover them, writing my name inside one of the endless coils she painted, locked in her own hell.
Now, she was locked in mine.
I squeezed the tip of her nipple enough to give her the briefest jolt of pain. Her body shuddered, her cry beautiful as her lips opened and I plugged the moans of her impending orgasm with the head of my cock.
She convulsed around me, sucking automatically, like the beautiful creature she was. Her guard today called her bitch and slut–neither words I’d allow on this bewitching creature. So fucking exquisite. I ended his life, her father’s stupid version of security, taking his soul for my own collection, and now I would steal hers as well.
Celeste licked and sucked on me, her lips parting enough in her sleep to warn me of her waking, and her of my presence.
Swearing softly, I pulled my swollen cock from her lips with a sweet littlepop, and decorated her scars with fresh pearls of my cum. Her eyes flickered, and she gasped, one hand reaching between her legs. Her fingers came away wet. I stared at the glistening digits for a second before common sense told me to run.
That didn’t stop my body from doing what was needed, and my cock was hard before I reached her window.
Before she opened her eyes, I was gone, wishing I'd tasted her cum for myself, though I'd given her the gift of mine. For now, that would be enough. But soon I would want more.
And I’d take it from her, knowing that beautiful creature was mine to play with, her body already reacting to my taste, my touch, even if her mind did not.
A small smile twisted my lips. I’d never played the game like this before but fuck me if I didn’t enjoy breaking her to know me, crave me, even in her dreams.
***
“You are supposed tobe one of the best.” Mandillion Flores, Celeste’s father and the man who wanted his own offspring slaughtered as fast as possible, sneered in my ear.
Meant to be...one of...
I smiled at the receiver. Once, I would have cared about those caveats, those barbs. Once, my pride might have gotten in my way.
That was many stolen souls ago.
Now, I don't care.
My obsession took precedence.
