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She mewls, long and loud, not caring that the two sad sacks on their knees in front of the rolling cameras can hear us.
“You like the men who hurt you to know you’re taking pleasure from the beast who fucked them up, don’t you?”
Her horns nod yes, and it’s all I can do not to spill my cum inside her. Having her like this, a slutty Maleficent riding a bloody masked man with her ass, is doing things to my sanity. Still holding on to her garters, I raise my thumb and slide it between the lips of her pussy, stimulating her needy clit. Violently.
And she revels in that violence, creaming harder, because that’s what my feelings for her are–a brutal storm that will make her lose her mind with pleasure before it inhabits her completely. That’s how deeply I want to own her.
Soon, we’re two horny freaks grinding into each other. Unable to hold myself back anymore, I grip her jaw from behind, forcing her face to me.
“Kiss me,” I order.
She lifts the bottom of my white balaclava just enough to free my lips. Her eyes fall to them, and the calling and longing in her gaze are my undoing. I plunge into a deep kiss the moment I unload inside her ass, her body convulsing as she comes all over my fingers.
We fall to our knees, spent, my pulsing cock still halfway inside her ass. We breathe hard, holding each other’s gaze.
“Hello there, girlfriend,” I growl, brushing her lips with my thumb, her lipstick now smudged from our wild kissing.
“Boyfriend,” she whispers back.
My stomach does a happy flip at the sound of that word. I grab her jaw tighter, determined to make her understand just how far I’d go for her.
“I’ll move mountains for you, Justine. If anyone tries to take you from me again, I’ll fucking pulverize them. I want you to know that.”
She searches my eyes, no fear left in hers.
“I love you,” she whispers. “My last breath will carry your name.”
I swear to God the universe just tipped, and now the sun orbits the Earth. I open my mouth to say it back, but the moment the words leave my lips, “I love you, Justine,” noises reach us from outside the hall.
My eyes shoot up.
“Clean-up’s here.”
“Clean-up?” she says, startled.
“The police. Here to find all their questions answered and the scapegoats lined up.”
I ease my dick out of her and tuck myself back in, helping her up and arranging her dress over her intimate parts. God knows I’d kill any poor bastard that would catch a single glimpse of them, so despite the urgency of the situation, this is a priority. I grab what’s left of her panties from the floor before I take her hand and lead her out the back door.
“Won’t they find your fingerprints?” she asks breathlessly, looking behind.
“Not with all the blood that covered my hands.” I grip her tighter. “Don’t worry. I have everything under control.”
All of this was planned in detail.
“They’ll know I was here once they see the footage from the cameras,” she says. “They’ll want to know who I was with. What do I tell them?”
“A masked man you don’t know. A stalker.”
“And if they ask why I won’t press charges?”
“Oh, you will press charges. I, as your boyfriend, will insist on it. After all, this bastard took you against your will.” Around the next corner, I wrap my arm around her and pull her against me. My tongue slides into her mouth before she even knows what hit her, greedy and domineering, but she soon responds, arduously.
I groan when we have to peel our lips off each other.
“I’m tortured with desire for you,” I say gruffly. “But the police will come searching soon. And I wouldn’t want them to spoil the last few surprises I prepared for you.”
“There’s more?”
