Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Adam
M y name on her lips is like an aphrodisiac. The compelling tones of her voice send a straight shot to my dick. I look deeply into her eyes, and I squeeze her throat a little bit tighter. Sara keeps the beast in me alive, and I don’t plan on letting him stay in this cage forever. While my right hand is enfolding her throat, my left hand is going to my waist to grab my knife. The shiny object is like a vessel of power in my hands, and I plan on exerting that power over her fucking dress. But not just yet. I release her throat and the audible gasp she releases is unmistakable. She fucking wants this.
“My hand will go around your throat again, Fury,” I tell her while my voice is low. Barely above a whisper. The hunger in her eyes is replaced by anger.
“Like I fucking want that.” My little spitfire is as edgy as ever. I let out a chuckle and walk over to the dead sack of shit on the ground. I plunge my knife into his heart, and I let his tainted blood coat my knife. I stand up from the ground, not letting the glee fade from my face. My feet take the way, and I stand in front of Sara again. I show her my knife which is soaked in blood.
“I promised you if you ever got married, I would paint your dress crimson.” She gasps because she remembers my promise.
“Now, open up those pretty legs, Fury.” Sara takes a deep breath, and she does what she is told to.
“You are such a good girl, Fury.” My voice is coming out in a heavy but quiet tone. I take my knife, and I lay it flat on her dress-covered chest. I glide the knife across her chest and then down to her waist. Dear Lord, I am not a religious person, but Sara’s terrified state could make me believe He might exist.
She is fucking beautiful.
I take a step back to admire my handiwork, and it makes me realize that I can’t stop. I will never stop loving her. She puts up her right hand.
“What the fuck do you think you are going to do?” she quizzes me. When her eyes look into mine, she knows she is staring at a dangerous man. I know what I want, and I always get what I want. And she is my prize known as life. I do the only logical thing I can think of so I can show my devotion to her.
I lunge at her.
She screams, hoping that somebody will hear her. I actually don’t give a shit if somebody catches us, or watches. Let them, she is mine. I drop to my knees, and when I look at her, she is secretly asking me to never stop.
“I hope you weren’t too keen on the bottom half of your dress,” I say to her.
“What do you m-“ Before she can respond, I cut that part of her dress off.
“How dare you? This dress was incredibly expensive!” Sara yells at me. I furrow my brows. Why is she still so hung up on her dress? It’s not like she would ever get married in that thing.
“Since I want to do this” My smile unwavering with the lingering promise I just gave her. I hike her dress up, and I get to work. I rip her panties open and throw them on the ground next to us. My dick is aching from how much it wants to be in her, but I let him rest for just a second. My tongue is taking over his job, for now. I need to fuck her with my tongue like an animal.
“Adam, please, don’t,” she asks me through cries of pleasure. Did she honestly think I would stop? Fuck. No. My tongue is licking her folds with long strokes, and then I plunge into her cunt. I let my knife hit the damp ground so I can grab both of her thighs. My fingers are digging into her flesh driven by the desire to leave marks on her body. I want her to remember how I own every single part of her body.
“Fucking hell, Adam! Please don’t-“ Sara can’t finish her sentence, and I feel her getting wetter.
“Do you want me to stop? Your dripping pussy is telling me otherwise,” I point out to her. Then she reacts the way she always does when she wants to keep this sensation going. Her fingers tug my black wavy hair hard. Fuck, she didn’t forget I like that. I dive, again, into her burning core, and I go so deep that my entire tongue is in her cunt.
“Fuck. Me.” Don’t mind if I do, Fury. I stand up while my right hand is cupping her pussy. I insert two fingers into her cunt, and I curl them so the sensation builds up in her body.
“You will come on my hand, Fury. I want your juices all over my fucking hand. Now, fucking come!” I command her in a harsh tone. Her lips part, and she starts panting. Her hands are now on my shoulders, and it feels like her nails are trying to tear the fabric of my black pullover.
“What if I can’t do that? It has been a while, Rage.” The glimmer in her devious eyes is making me ravenous. I take another blade from my waistband, and I go over her dress to pick up some of the blood. I let the knife go over her lips while the blood is coating her plush pillows.
“Listen to me, Fury. This blood is a sign that I would kill any man, or woman, who stands in my way to get you.” My eyes are searching for a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but it doesn’t come.
“You fucking asshole.”