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“Th-Thayer.”
“Give me fucking all of you.”
“D-don’t push me. I’ll l-lose it.”
“Then, lose control, Pretty Bird. Show me what you’re made of.”
I turned us around and shoved him against the stone wall, my hand tightening around his throat. I desperately wanted to stop myself, but I couldn’t even think straight anymore. My monster had seized control and planned to do exactly what Thayer had demanded.
His pulse raced underneath my fingers. He wrapped his hand around my throat and tightened his grasp, mirroring me. And then, like the psycho he was, he smacked me across the face harder than he ever had.
A low growl rumbled from my throat, yet I found my pussy pounding. Like he had done to me, I smacked him back so hard that I left a red handprint on his cheek. The excitement in me rose every moment.
“Is that all you’ve fucking got?” he asked, smacking me again. “Hmm?”
I strummed my fingers down the column of his throat and hit him again, watching his smirk widen even more. As much as he loved abusing me during sex, he loved when I fought back. He loved when I taunted him.
Within a moment, Thayer had turned us around once more, trapping me between him and the wall. I expected him to slap me again, to hit me harder, to play with me, but he tore off my pants with his claws and forced me to spread my legs, letting my wet pussy glisten underneath the dim prison cell light.
I dug my fingers into his throat, hard enough to draw blood. My mouth salivated at how fresh it smelled, and I couldn’t stop myself from drawing my tongue across the blood dripping down his throat so I could taste him.
“If you’re going to drink my fucking blood,” Thayer started, grabbing the back of my head with his free hand and shoving me closer to his neck, “then fucking drink it. Don’t be a pussy about it, Sina. Take it all.”
Unable to move, I wrapped my hand around the back of his throat and sank my teeth into his neck, sucking his blood. Thayer held my head in the crook of his neck with one hand and slapped my clit over and over with his other.
Pressure rose higher and higher in my core. I clenched, desperately aching for him to be inside me, and sucked harder, his blood pooling in my mouth. He tasted so good—so fucking good. I needed more. More. More.
Another slap to my clit.
“How’s that fucking pussy feel?” he growled.
I forced my head back and stared at him with a mouthful of his blood. “Fuck you.”
Thayer shoved his hand into my mouth and thrust four of his fingers as deep as they could go. “Say it a-fucking-gain, Sina.” He pushed his fingers farther and farther down my throat, leaving my pussy bare and aching. “Say it again.”
“Fuck you,” I gargled on his fingers.
He pulled his hand out of my mouth and smacked me across the face, then pushed down his pants and thrust himself into me hard. He smacked me over and over and over, my cheeks red and burning.
But I didn’t want him to stop. I loved it too much.
I wanted more.
When he pulled away for more than a second, I spit his blood back at him. He pounded into my tight hole and forced my jaw open with his brute strength, and then he spit into my mouth and smacked me again.
Spit. Slap. Spit. Slap.
Over and over and over.
Pressure rose higher in my core. I was seconds from coming undone around him, moments from releasing everything on his cock. I wrapped my hand around his throat, my thumb rubbing over the wound I had made in his neck. Blood gushed out of it.
Desperate for another taste, I coated my fingers in his blood and stuck them into my mouth myself, sucking them off hungrily.
Thayer snapped my mouth closed around my fingers and growled, “You’re my hungry little whore, aren’t you, Pretty Bird?”
“Fuck you,” I mumbled on my fingers, the words muffled because he wouldn’t let me open my mouth.
He released his grip on me and chuckled darkly, wrapping both his arms underneath my legs and picking me up into the air. He pounded even harder into me, his lips against mine and his tongue in my mouth, tasting his own blood.
