Page 99 of Touch of Hate
If this goes on much longer, I’ll end up with a hole burned through me. The only consolation I have is that soon it’ll be over—and if wiping out Rebecca and her evil asshole of a son is anywhere near as satisfying as it was to watch Christian bleed out, I’m more eager than ever.
And apparently, my cock is too. I’m hard as steel and have been since before I woke up. I can only imagine the vivid memories of Christian’s final, tortured moments got it this way. The fact that Scarlet’s smooth, plump ass presses against it turns my excitement into something deeper. Bigger.
I would normally work out until I collapse after waking up this way.
Rock hard, my heart pumping, full of adrenaline. It was the only way to burn off the energy that would otherwise leave me wanting to take the cabin apart with my bare hands—until now.
Now, I have a much better outlet, and she happens to be in my arms.
Warm and soft, she fits perfectly against me. The missing piece of my life’s puzzle. I bury my nose in her hair and breathe in deep, my arms pulling her flush with me. Lavender. Wildflowers. Her sweetness and innocence.
I need it more than ever.
I need her.
A minute ago, I was vividly recollecting the pleasure of using my hands to help end a useless life. Now, they cup Scarlet’s tits, molding and massaging; my thumbs and forefingers pinch her nipples until she wakes with a start.
“What are you—” she whispers, breathless, but her question is cut off by the presence of my cock sliding between her ass cheeks.
“I need you.” I groan in her ear before biting the lobe, reveling in her gasp. “Move your ass up and down my cock. You feel how hard I am for you? How badly I need to claim you right now?”
“Y-Yes.” She’s shaking with desire, as she begins working her ass up and down my shaft. I look down between us to find the fat head of my cock slipping in and out from between her round cheeks. They mold around me perfectly—yet another part of her body that seems made for me.
All of her is.
“Mine.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and she gasps again, louder this time. I can’t help it. The sound is heavenly.
The impulse was impossible to ignore. I had to taste her skin.
She tries to turn her head, to look back at me, the rise of fear in her voice speaking volumes. “What are you doing?”
I barely hear her whispered question over the pounding of my heart. I set things right. A surge of sheer exhilaration blasts its way through me, making me rock my hips while rolling her pink buds until she whimpers in pain.
“Can’t take it?” I ask before running my tongue over the side of her neck, layering pleasure on top of the pain until she writhes helplessly because, in the end, it’s all sensation. The fluttering of her pulse beneath her tender skin brings to mind a hummingbird’s wings.
Let her pretend all she wants. Let her shrink back in fear and act like she doesn’t know she needs this. Her body knows better, the same way I do.
“Then I guess that’s not your cunt dripping on my balls, right?” So wet. It takes so little. Because she’s mine, and only I will ever do this to her.
They took everything from me, but they can’t take this. She belongs to me. She always will. “My angel.” She whispers an affirmation, and my already racing heart threatens to burst as pride and love create a dangerously potent mixture.
I take pity on her nipples, instead closing one hand around her throat to hold her head in place while sliding the other over her slim stomach, coming to a stop at her pussy.
“My pussy,” I grunt, slapping the slick, swollen lips until she moans in agreement.
Not that she has a choice. I warned her, after all. There’s no going back now that I’ve claimed her. She is more fully mine with every touch and every kiss, our souls winding together until I lose sight of where she ends and I begin.
A cry of pure lust that only grows louder when my fingers work deep into her greedy cunt escapes her lips. My hungry, dirty little angel. I smile against her neck, satisfied and even proud of what my touch can do.
Her muscles pulse, drawing me deeper while I prepare her for my cock. It’s almost too easy to break down her defenses and make her desperate for everything I’m so ready to offer.
“What do you think? Can you take another one?”
Before she can answer, I add a third finger, stretching her tight channel.
“Oh god, Ren.” I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off anything else she wanted to say. My hand moves in a blur, faster and faster, knuckles slamming against her taint until she goes stiff, muscles clenching tight enough to hold my fingers deep inside her. There is no escaping the pleasure I’ll give her.
“That’s right,” I rasp in her ear, my dick dripping cum at the sight, sound, and feel of the orgasm rocking her body and soul. “Come for me so I can reward you with my cock.” There’s never been anything as beautiful as the symphony her body creates, and I am the maestro.