Desperate Valentine (St. Valentines)

7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“ I ’ll call in and cancel my meeting. This is more important anyway,” Jude says as we pull up to what I assume to be Gunner Vega’s barn.

“What was the meeting for?” I ask.

“My financial ruin, to be honest.”

“My offer still stands, you know.”

“I can’t—I won’t accept money from you, Veronica. What kind of man would that make me?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? Your manly status?” I laugh, cutting it short when I see the look on his face.

“It’s complicated. Just drop it.”

“Fuck, you’re so damn stubborn.”

“I said drop it, Veronica.”

I let out a frustrated sigh as we step out of the truck. If it were me, and my bar was at stake, I’d take the fucking money.

“Do you think you can handle this?” Jude asks as I walk to the back of the truck to join him.

“I grew up around farms, Jude. I think I can handle it. Thanks for the concern,” I huff.

“Oh—but have you heard a pig crunch down on a body part before?”

“N-no, not exactly.”

“I personally love the sound, but you might not.”

“Only one way to find out, sir.”

He laughs, tilting his head to the side as if to say ‘you sure about that?’.

“Let’s go then.” He swings Charles’ body over his shoulder again and heads off through the barn door.

Not going to lie, the barn smells like death and it doesn’t look much better either. Everything that was once metal is covered in a burgundy rust, and I’m almost positive there’s fresh blood still on the floor.

The pigs are adorable though. All of them are lined up against the side of the pen, staring at us like we just brought them dessert.

“They’re ready for a feast,” I chuckle, watching Jude slam Charles down on the table.

As soon as he hits the cold metal surface, his eyes shoot open for just a second before closing again.

“Well, I guess he won’t make it much longer. He’s lost enough blood by now, I would think,” Jude says, reaching down to grab the chainsaw from the floor.

“Will he feel you cutting into him?” I ask, stepping even closer to the table.

“He might. Let’s hope, anyway.” He smirks, pulling back on the pulley to start the chainsaw.

Just as it roars to life, Charles opens his eyes again and starts to frantically scream. All the while, blood is spouting from his mouth.

“Hush now, Charles. The pigs will get all excited,” Jude hollers over the noise.

I don’t know why, but seeing Jude in what seems to be his norm has me hornier than I’ve ever been before.

I’d probably let him fuck me right now if he wasn’t busy removing limbs from Charles’ body.

He starts off with his left arm with a look of sheer determination written all over his face. Its hot as hell.

Charles passes out when Jude is halfway through the bone.

After a few minutes pass by, he finally gets through and rips the arm off, since it’s only hanging on by a thread of skin.

He continues with the rest of his limbs as I stand there in complete silence, my clit throbbing.

Halfway through sawing off Charles’ last leg, he lifts his head and locks eyes with me.

Shit.

As soon as he’s finished, he sets the chainsaw down on the ground and steps toward me and I back up against the wooden post.

“What’s that look about? Are you scared, Veronica?” he growls.

“N-no, I—”

“I’ll need your help with the last part, little leopard.”

“What? Why? I’m not touching him.” I’m barely able to breathe at just the thought of touching the dismembered body parts.

“Relax. I just need you to spread some sawdust over the blood while I feed the last of him to the pigs.” He reaches out, pushing a section of my hair out of my face with his bloody fingers.

Shivers run down my spine as he stands there with a delicious grin on his face. He looks pleased with himself.

“Sawdust?” I breathe out, his lips now hovering over mine.

“Yeah, sawdust. It absorbs the blood.”

I glance over his shoulder at Charles’ body and the blood gathering on the floor beneath the table.

“That’s a lot of blood,” I whisper.

“It is.” He brings his thumb up and pulls my lower lip down. “I bet you’d look so pretty covered in his blood.”

The blood smeared on my lip should make me nauseous, but it doesn’t. Instead, I’m now in a trance, hoping Jude will just fuck me right here, against this post.

“Jude—” I moan as one of his hands wanders down between my legs, just barely grazing the outside of my panties.

“Say it again,” he groans, pushing my panties aside.

“Jude, I don’t think—”

“Then don’t. Don’t think about anything. Just let me touch you.”

“Fuccckkk…” I moan as he circles his finger around my clit.

“Atta girl.” He lets out a low growl as he sinks two fingers inside me. Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he pulls his fingers out of me and pushes them past my lips.

I can taste a coppery combination of myself and blood. Again, my body isn’t opposed to it.

“Holy fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathes into my neck, biting gently between his words.

“M-more…I need more.” I don’t know what has come over me, but I’m craving more of the taste.

“You’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” He bites down hard, nearly bringing me to my knees.

“Ow! Fuck!” I cry out, bringing my hand up to where he just bit me.

Before I can say another word, he grips all of my hair, spinning me around so I have to rest my hands against the wooden pole.

“You’ll have to tell me when to stop, little leopard. I want to fucking destroy you.” He groans as he unbuckles his pants and pulls my pants down to my knees in a rush.

I feel him tease my clit with the tip of his cock before he lines up to my pussy and slides himself in slowly, his forehead resting against my back.

He starts off with slow, sensual thrusts until his pace quickens, eventually leading to him slamming into me as deep as he can go.

I shudder, losing all control, barely able to hold myself up anymore. Especially when he chooses another spot to bite down on. Only this time, it’s not painful. Instead, the sensation sends me spiraling into a whirlwind of pleasure.

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” I nearly growl the words, clenching my teeth together as my orgasm peaks to levels I never knew were possible.

“Listen to you, my desperate little whore.”

I’m about to let go and allow my orgasm to take over when he pulls out and slaps my ass so hard it forms tears in my eyes.

I turn around and open my mouth to scold him, but nothing comes out.

He reaches for my hair again and with the other hand on my shoulder, he pushes me down to my knees. “Let’s see more of those tears,” he moans, fisting his cock a few times before pushing himself past my lips.

Gripping my hair even tighter, he holds my head still and forces his cock down my throat. My gag reflex is practically nonexistent, which is surprising.

“Holy shit. This fucking mouth of yours.”

He holds himself at the back of my throat, wiping a few tears away before slapping my face. The sting from my cheek still being wet makes me wince a little, tightening the grip my throat has on his cock.

“Fuuuck, that’s it—”

His hand joins the other at the back of my head as he thrusts into my throat a few more times before lifting up on my hair, forcing me to stand.

I lean back against the pole again, trying to catch my breath.

“What’s wrong? Is someone getting tired?”

“Fuck no. I’m just wondering when you’re gonna make me come.”

“Hmm—I’m not so sure you’ve earned it yet,” he teases.

“I guess I’ll have to get myself off then.” I chuckle. “Don’t worry, you can watch.”

“Oh yeah? You think you can make yourself come as good as I can?” He grins. “Go ahead, little leopard, show me what you got.”

Well shit. He called my bluff.

I stand there for a moment in complete silence.

“Come on. Don’t be shy. Show me.”

“But—”

“No excuses, baby girl. You’re the one that suggested it.”

Fuck. Me and my big fucking mouth.