Chapter 24
KILLA
“Gonna take them from me, baby?” I smile at her dumbfounded stare.
She must be pretty fucked up from my mood swings. I’ve gone from hating the girl to doing her shopping, and hell, bringing her women’s products.
She takes the bag from me with a trembling hand, and I love the effect I have on her. Cassidy wants me and loves my filthy words and rough hand; she wants her enemy.
“Th-thank you,” she mutters.
I glance down at her, searching for fear, but find none. Nope, the submissive in her is waiting for my next instruction.
Her nipples have pebbled; it could be due to the refrigerator door being open, but I tell myself it’s my proximity to her causing the reaction.
“Did you finger your little cunt in the shower, Cass?” I whisper in her ear. “Did you get yourself off because I didn’t?”
Her small frame shudders, and she shakes her head, delighting me with her response.
“Good girl. Come on, let me watch my girl take care of her pussy.” Confusion mars her features, so I take a hold of her hand and lead her back into her bedroom.
“Noah, you can go watch cartoons when you’ve finished your breakfast.” I point toward the new television I plugged in earlier, and the kid’s cute face lights up.
He nods around his spoon, and I wink back at him.
Cassidy looks over her shoulder, and her lips part when she sets eyes on the TV.
She was so damn taken aback by the groceries that she missed it.
“Killa, what are you doing?” I push the door shut behind us, then take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Watching you take care of my pussy.”
Her eyes bulge as she glances from me to the bag.
“Go ahead.” I lick my lips, and my cock throbs in my jeans.
Her cheeks are bright red. Fucking adorable. “You want me to clean up here?” She points at the bag.
“Yeah. Wanna watch you clean your pussy up.” I lift a shoulder, and when she sees the bulge in my jeans, I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from pulling her toward me and forcing my cock into her tight hole.
“Cass, you’re making it pretty fuckin’ difficult not to fuck you senseless right now. ”
“It’s messy,” she says, scrunching her nose. “I don’t think you want to deal with that.”
I lick my lips. Damn right, it’s messy. A mess I want to taste so bad. I wonder if I can still taste the saltiness of my cum from her bloody cunt.
“Know it,” I state. Unable to help myself, I lean back on one arm, allowing myself the space to pop open my jeans and pull out my thick, aching cock. “Happy to fuck your bloody cunt last night, Cass. Happy to deal with it now. Every part of you belongs to me.”
Her heated gaze never leaves mine. “Show me how messy you are, baby.” I pump my cock up and down, and hiss through my teeth at the satisfaction my touch brings.
Rubbing my thumb over the barbell, I smear my pre-cum down my length.
When Cassidy slips her shorts down her sleek bronzed thighs, my mouth waters to savor her scent.
She hesitantly pushes her panties to her knees, and I watch on in rapture at the balled-up, bloodied tissue gathered in her panties.
My slit widens, strings of pre-cum pumps out, and I clench my teeth and squeeze my cock to stop the orgasm from building.
“Fuck, love seein’ your bare, bloody cunt, Cass.”
Her breath hitches.
Darting my hand out, I press my fingers into Cassidy’s hip with bruising force. “Gonna need to taste your pussy, Cass.” I groan. “See if my cum is still in there.”
She stares at me breathlessly.
Pushing her back slightly gives me the space I need to drop to my knees and part her legs.
“Holy fuck,” she declares. “Killa? What are you…?”
I smile into her pussy and position one of her silky legs on the bed behind me, opening her bloody cunt up to me.
Flattening my tongue, I head straight for her dripping hole, swiping it all the way from the soft entrance to her clit, repeating the process stroke after stroke.
The bloody tang of her juice bursts on my tongue, and I hum in ecstasy.
The forbidden act shoots electricity to my balls. “Hmm, fuckin’ beautiful, Little Demon.”
Her fingers bite into my hair, pinching at my scalp with each movement. “Holy,” she moans. “Holy fuck.”
The taste of copper blended with our combined arousal sets my body ablaze. My heavy balls are desperate for release, and I hope the feeling of euphoria never leaves me.
I’ve never lapped at a woman’s bloody pussy before, but I glide my tongue through her like my life depends on it.
Not once in my life have I so much as considered fucking a woman on her period, and I doubt it’s something Cassidy has had.
Yet there’s something incredibly primal about the notion, something dominant, and not just a filthy fetish I’ve discovered about myself where she is concerned.
I want to consume every inch of her, so as I devour her pussy, I revel in the way her clit throbs beneath my touch and the way she rocks her hips into my face, rubbing her cunt on the scruff of my jaw.
“I think I’m gonna—” Her body tightens, her head drops back, and her lips part on a choked moan, and I swear it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed.
She comes on my tongue, her pussy pulsating around my organ, and as her body slowly unfurls, I pull back and watch her, embracing the way she comes down from her high.
I was never going to give the girl I hate pleasure—that was never part of my plan—but there’s something about her I crave to tamper with. An insatiable want to have her dependent on me, need me to function like I need her, and after having the taste of her on my tongue, I want more.
She’s bewitched me somehow, forced me to want what I shouldn’t.
The enemy, but also, my little demon.