She steps closer to me, taking my hand in hers. “Yes. There’s no other option, and I want us to have the freedom we deserve. We can’t achieve that until we’re free from him. From them.”
Her gaze locks onto mine, filled with such fierce determination that it makes my cock harden, straining against my boxers. It feels like I’m falling for her all over again. Fuck me, she’s the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on. She drives me crazy, just like she always has.
I give her a smile, my heart pumping inside my chest as we make our way into the bathroom. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I am fucking terrified, and I feel the way she istoo, despite trying to be brave.
“Get inside the shower,” I tell her, and she does as I say without hesitation.
She undresses and steps under the water, letting it cascade over her. I quickly grab what I need, cleaning the scalpel with antiseptic to eliminate any potential bacteria and preparing the gauzes. Once I’m ready, I take the scalpel and antiseptic into the shower, where Naya stands, naked in all her glory with a perfect body I wish to feel against mine.
Stalking toward her, I throw off my shirt and remove my pants as I step under the warming water that instantly soothes my nerves and tense muscles. The water generates steam that fogs up the mirror and envelops the glass of the shower, creating a misty atmosphere in the room.
“You’re devastatingly beautiful,” I say, staring at her.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” she whispers.
“It is a bad thing.” I lean closer, letting my mouth fan against her ear as I gently nibble her earlobe. “It’s a really fucking bad thing, little doll. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head, her eyes inviting me in. I find myself drowning in their depths, mesmerized by the mismatched colors as she waits for my next words. I press my lips against her neck on the opposite side to where the chip is, and she shudders against me. Nibbling gently on her skin, I start to suck, drawing another tremor from her. I continue, biting and sucking, leaving a beautiful mark of purple and red that declares she’s mine—only mine. At this point, she’s panting, a desperate little doll yearning for her master’s attention.
“It’s because you’re driving me crazy, making me lose all sense of reality and sanity. You will be my fucking downfall,” I murmur against her neck, my lips trailing to a new spot as I suck gently, drawing more soft whimpers from her.
She grabs my biceps, holding on tight until her nails scrapeagainst my skin.
“And you will be mine,” she whispers.
A feeling of belonging washes over me, knowing that she’s here with me and not somewhere else. She’s mine to hold, mine to love, and mine to cherish for all eternity.
My cock hardens as I stand beside her, hearing her moans along with the sound of water falling down from the showerhead. She feels my cock against her back, pressing into her ass as she grinds against me. A growl escapes me from her movements. We continue like that in a dance, where she grinds against me while I nibble against her neck, giving her small hickeys that won’t easily be hidden.
She’s panting, and I know I have her relaxed right now. I press my cock against her entrance, pushing her back closer to my muscled chest while still arching it. I don’t prepare her for the pain that will soon ensue, but I feel her heart pound at an abnormal rate while she’s waiting for the moment of dread. I kiss her ear while grabbing the scissors, and her body instantly stiffens.
“Shh, darling,” I whisper in her ear.
I clean the area with antiseptic, the cool sting of the liquid making her slightly wince. I grab the tool tightly, taking a breath to steady myself. The mere thought of hurting her makes me nauseous, a heavy feeling stifling inside my stomach. As if noticing my apprehension, she turns her neck to look into my eyes.
“It’s okay. I will be fine, I promise,” she says, trying to be brave despite the horrors lying ahead.
I nod, bringing the scalpel against her skin where I know the tracking device is. The silvery material of it glistens in the shape of the water, and I see my reflection in it, my crazed expression. I have to get it out, or we’ll never get our freedom back. Fuck knows what kind of deeper organization Emilio Ricci has. If wedon’t get it out, we risk being exposed to the entire network.
With a deep breath, I steel myself as I press the sharp tip to her flesh. It goes through skin, making a whimper of horror and pain escape Naya as she presses herself closer to me.
With precision, I make a cut right where the device is. Blood flows from the wound, becoming more with the force of water flow. Erotic pants come from her, and it isn’t until long that I press my cock inside of her, feeling her walls clench around me. She moans louder as the blood flows down her neck, to her back and mixes together with the water. I work to remove the chip with the scissors, stifling the trembling in my hands, not wanting to make it worse. Naya’s body stumbles forward, as if dizziness takes over and blurs her vision, but I hold her up, never once letting her go.
As I continue to work, I spot the device underneath her skin.
“See it,” I murmur, before quickly grabbing hold of it with the scissors as tongs.
I try not to think about how disgusting it feels, and put the chip aside before turning Naya around so that she meets my gaze. Her face is pale, yet filled with ecstasy.
I immediately grab a gauze to hinder any infection, cleaning the small wound—barely noticeable with how little I cut—before putting on the gauze.
With my finger, I draw crimson from the wound on her neck, letting it flow down to her chest. I pinch both her nipples, captivated as the liquid washes over her like a beautifully macabre painting. She leans against the wall, her eyes hooded with desire and fatigue. Leaning forward, I lick the blood from her breasts before sucking on her nipples, drawing yet another soft pant from her lips.
She pulls me closer to her body, her gaze filled with such longing it makes me weak. The water mingles with her blood, continuing to trickle down her breasts and stomach. Ensuringshe keeps her eyes on me, I gather some of it in my hand, stroking my cock, painting myself in the crimson.
“Be a good girl and take every punishing thrust,” I tell her, and she looks into my eyes with eagerness despite the pain she’s in.
I slam into her body with enough force to make her cry out, her back arching as she lets me fuck her against the cold tile walls. Her forehead meets mine until we share the same breath, making the underlying monster inside me soar. I fuck her hard and fast, our moans echoing inside the bathroom as our surroundings become a mix of wetness from water and blood. It doesn’t take long until her eyes roll back and she’s clenching harder around me, coming within seconds.
