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“Grant?”
With my hands covered in blood, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene before me. Fin gave a sly wink and smirked, then moved up behind me and guided me towards the mahogany shelf. As I set down the muscle in my grasp, the blood continued to ooze from my fingers. He carefully placed his knife handle into my palms, with the tip mere inches away from Grant’s heart.
“Go on, be a good girl and break his fucking soul.”
As soon as he uttered those words, something inside me shattered and my hand slammed the knife into the heart. I continued to stab, driven by a fierce rage, until my hands, arms, and face were splattered in blood.
The knife dropped to the carpeted floor, and Fin twisted my hair in his hand. He extended my throat, his teeth like daggers against my skin. I clawed at my panties, desperate to get them off so Fin could fuck me like the monster he was. He knew what I wanted and tore my shirt off with his bare hands. The tattered threads landed at my feet. He hiked me up in his arms and placed me on the shelf. With my back against the TV, he spread my legs and lowered to his knees.
“The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” He slid a finger down my pussy, and licked it. “I love the way my sister tastes.”
He devoured me, his serpent-like tongue working in relentless circles. My blood-coated hands found their way into his hair, tainting his golden locks. I moaned in desperation, the feeling of coming all over him fast approaching. He rose and found my hands.
“No, holding back, darlin.” His tongue swirled between the slits of my fingers, lapping up the blood with each lick. “Spread those pretty pussy lips for me.”
I obeyed without question, feeling him work his tongue against my swollen and throbbing clit. Every flick and stroke sent me into spasms of pleasure, tears streaming down my face as I reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. Even when I tried to close my legs against the overwhelming sensation, he persisted, drawing out every drop of liquid heat from within me until I was trembling and gasping for air.
His eyes bored into mine with an unsettling intensity, and he growled, an animalistic longing that resonated through the very core of my being. Without missing a beat, he stood and pulled off his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. The sight of it made my heart race and my pussy ache to be filled. I looked down at the blood-soaked floor, at the crimson hearts that adorned the scene, and realized that this was not just a night of passion, but a descent into pure unadulterated carnage.
Overcome with lust, I paid no attention to how Fin handled me until his hands found my outer thighs and pulled me halfway off the shelf, until my ass was hanging off the edge. Before I could swallow the lump of spit in my throat, his cock tore through me, and it was just as painful as I remembered from the last time.
I could feel the monster behind his eyes come alive with just a gentle touch of his knuckle against my cheek. “Your body is a temple I want to defile, and your soul… I want to shatter it into a thousand pieces.”
He pulled out and then plunged back in. He never went slow and steady, never waited for me to adjust. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t us. His hand found my throat, his slender fingers gripping down just hard enough to block the breath in my lungs. My pulse ignited to the roughness of his touch, the strength of his grasp, and the primal need that pulsed through him.
He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. "Fuck, Barbie, I love it when you gasp for me." He loosened his grip just before the tears spilled over my lashes. “Inhale for me so I can snatch it away again.”
As he fucked me, the reality of our situation got lost in the intensity of the moment. My body, now overpowered by raw desire, arched towards him, my hands gripping his back, nails digging in. My hips met his thrusts with urgency and wild abandon as we moved in perfect unison. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me, my breath coming in brief gasps, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. He finished hard and fast, his seed pulsing into me like a never-ending stream. I took it all, clenching my walls to hold it in.
“My Barbie.”
He carried me to the bed and laid me down before disappearing into the bathroom. He reappeared with two warm towels and cleaned me up, one towel for my dripping pussy and the other one for my arms and hands. Too tired to take a shower, I rolled over and tangled myself in the soft sheets.
The next morning, I woke to Fin waving a cup of coffee in my face. It smelled delicious. I snatched it out of his hand and took a sip. He rolled my suitcase over. It was all packed up.
“Are we leaving?” I asked, lowering the cup to my lap.
He tucked a strand of air behind my ear. “We are.”
He reached behind him and revealed a cotton-candy-colored backpack with the letter B on it. I eagerly grabbed at, almost spilling the coffee. Fin took the coffee from my hands as I unzipped it and squealed when I peeked inside. My fingers grasped at the pink wallet and phone with a rainbow unicorn case on it.
“What’s this?”
“Our new identities,” he said, looking ahead to stare out of the large windows.
I unzipped the wallet and smiled when I saw my new driver's license. “Barbie Smith.”
“Guess what my name is?”
I perked up, tapping my finger to my lip. “Umm…”
Fin took my finger and led it into his mouth. “Ken.”
“You don’t look like a Ken.” I giggled.
“No? Did I look like a Fin?”
I jumped into his lap and nuzzled my face into the curve of his neck. It was the most comforting place ever. In his arms. “Wait. What?” I asked, looking around the bedroom.
