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Another moan escapes her as she throws her head back, sending me into a frenzy. Looking around us all we see is, blood, bodies and raw fucking passion.
She is never leaving me.
I continue to thrust into her, my pelvis pounding against her skin as we both take what we need.
“Such a good fuck toy for me, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t respond.
“Such a bad fucking girl. Ignoring your brother as he fucks your tight, needy cunt.”
I feel her pussy tighten around my cock. My heart is racing as the familiar tingling sensation builds.
“Elijah, it feels so fucking good. Take it all. Use me. Destroy me. I’m yours.” She pants.
That does it. Ropes of my come begin to coat her walls. I work her harder and faster, addicted to this feeling. I never want this moment or this connection to end.
I continue to fill her with my come as her own orgasm takes over, her pussy milks my cock as she coats me with her release. I take my hand and slap her ass as I pound into her from behind. Her skin cracks against mine, and her back arches further as another moan leaves her. I want my marks all over her.
Letting go of her shoulder, I grip her throat, needing to leave a mark there too.
Our movements slow down, and I squeeze her around the neck once more before letting go. Her head lowers as she catches her breath. My heart is racing, I can hear it beating in my ears. I have never had sex like this. Over a dying person, well most likely already dead now, and to come by just being inside of her.
“You are never fucking leaving me. Do you understand?” I ask her as if I want her to respond, but I don’t.
She turns her head over her shoulder, panting and looking at me confused, before she whispers, “Never.”
Pulling out of her, my cock is dripping with our mixed release. I tuck myself back inside my pants and stand up, allowing her to lean back and pull her own pants up.
Walking over to the other side, I grab both our tops and pass her one as I put mine back on.
Breaking the silence, “Elijah, get me a knife from the kitchen, please.” She asks me in a sex daze, and I obey.
My boots squeak against the floor from the wet blood on them. I open a couple drawers as I enter the space, looking for the sharp knives. Finding one, I grab it, walk it back over and hand it to her. Taking it, she uses it to point towards the tiny penis next to me. Bending down, I grab it and pass it to her.
Little bat places it on the pervert’s bare chest, and then with both hands wrapped around the handle of the blade, she drives it into him, pinning the penis in place. He doesn’t scream or move.
The fucker is dead. This place is a mess. Perfect for how I wanted that prick to find it once he gets home.
The last thing he will do is ask the police to investigate.
He will know I did it. He will know I could do it to him. Fingerprints don’t worry me.
Rain picks up the blade I brought from the thickly pooled blood and passes it to me, still dripping. Not giving a fuck, I shove it in my pocket and start to walk toward the front door. “Let’s go little bat, our work here is done.”
Chapter 14
Rain
Laying in bed, I can’t sleep.
Realization of tonight's events hit me while I was in the shower. Elijah, if he has noticed, hasn’t said anything. He is different though, the emotions I feel are foreign to him. No remorse, no sadness and at times, no logic. He has his own way of thinking and dealing, it seems to be working, so who am I to judge.
I keep reminding myself and convincing myself that the followers of The Chapel are vile people. The members of their family we just slaughtered deserved it. They condoned this bullshit. Whoever he is, was going to do unimaginable things to me that night if E didn’t come and get me.
Wherever I close my eyes, it’s all I see. The blood—so much fucking blood. The muffled screams of terror fill my head.
Suppress, suppress, suppress.
