She really is insane.
Why am I even more fascinated by her for it?
The tip of the knife is so close to her cheek, and it’s tempting to slice there, too, to leave a mark that everyone can easily see. But that brings its own difficulties, so I reluctantly pull back.
I’m notready to be done with her yet.
I grind my clothed cock against her bare thigh, and I lick my lips, tasting her blood.
Blaze may have fucked her, but he didn’t get something likethis.
“You don’t hate me,” Pandora answers, grinding up against my cock. “If you did, I wouldn’t be here.”
“You’re herebecauseI hate you,” I retort. I close the blade and toss it onto Blaze’s desk with a loud thunk before I’m fully on top of her, my fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans. I need them off.
I need to be inside of her, fucking all my hate into her. I want to leave her without thoughts of what she can do with Blaze and instead what I can do to her.
Pandora slides her hand across her bloody chest again, then reaches for my cock as soon as I’ve freed it from my pants. Arousal slams into me, fast and furious, as she strokes me with her bloody hand.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I want more than her hand this time.
Ineedit.
I shove my pants down the rest of the way. Blood gets all over my shirt from where my chest brushes against the cuts on hers, but I don’t care. I’m too intent on impaling her with my cock while she bleeds for me.
I don’t give her time to prepare, time to think, before I’m thrusting inside of her.
She cries out, clutching at my back. “Asch! Asch! Do it, fuck me hard, get me all bloody for you.”
I don’t know if she’s taunting me or if she means it, but I don’t care.
I shove into her as hard as I can, and the fact that she’s so slick infuriates me. She’s not supposed to enjoy this. “Fuckingwhore,” I snarl at her before pulling back so I can slam back into her again.
“Yeah,” Pandora agrees. She wraps her legs around me. “I’m a slut. I would’ve… I would’ve… jumped on Reaper?—”
I grasp her shoulders and shove her harder against the bed. “No. No, you wouldn’t have.”
Why the fuck do I care?
She looks at me with blown-wide pupils. “You’ll just… have to keep me occupied.” She laughs and tightens her cunt, and I groan at the sensation.
I bend forward and wrap my lips around one of her nipples. The copper taste of blood sings across my tongue, and Pandora groans louder. Her hips move as much as they can, giving me delicious friction while I lick across her chest.
“What are you gonna do when the next high isn’t enough?” I ask her as I lift my head. Blood is everywhere, the scent of it and taste of it heavy on the air, but it only eggs me on.
“Find a better high,” Pandora answers. She moves her hand between us, starting to finger her clit.
I shift to give her a little more room to work with, even though I don’t stop thrusting into her. I want to feel her clench around me as she climaxes, but I’m too lost in chasing my own pleasure to slow down.
Besides, I don’t think she wants that anyway.
I kiss her again, crushing my lips against hers.
She moans, her hand moving faster, and says, “Come on, Aschy boy. Do it. Fuck me harder.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap at her.
