Chapter 33
M“And this way you will become completely mine.”
I mean every word. My hand is still bleeding, and the red liquid is running down to my elbow. I dip my left ring finger in my bleeding right hand so it’s coated. Lana’s back is staring at me, and I begin writing.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks with a certain calm. I don’t answer until I’m done. The dismembered piece of shit hanging right there isn’t my masterpiece, this is.
MINE.
“I wrote mine across your back, little hummingbird,” I state to her as I lick my fingers clean, and then they find her pussy. “This is me marking you. I can’t wait for you to mark me.”
“How am I— Holy fuck!” She retrieves her words as I insert two fingers in her dripping cunt. I curl my fingers, and the wet, sloppy sounds are making me feral. Nothing in this world can make me drown out the thirst for this woman. It will never be quenched.
“Did you say something?” I ask as I laugh. She pushes her hands down onto the table, which makes the chains rattle.
“These chains will make you listen to my commands, little hummingbird.”
“What if I don’t want to be claimed?” My eyebrows shoot up before I could stop them. Okay, that was unexpected. I can’t help the grin tugging at my mouth—yeah, she got me there.
“Don’t worry, the concept of choice will be fucked out of you.” My little hummingbird doesn’t know it, but she fucked the concept of choice out of me. I would do anything for her, no questions asked.
“I will get back at you for that!”
“I hope you fucking do. Now, you are too low for me, darling.”
“What do you expect me to do? It’s not my fault you are a giant!” I bite my lip, and for the first time, I pray to any god that’s up there that she stays fiery like this forever.
“Bend your elbows and spread your palms across the table. Now,” I watch her follow my instructions diligently, “let’s put your core strength to the test.”
I grab her buttocks in my hands, right below her waist, and I lift her to my hard dick.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, close your feet behind my back.” I give Lana these instructions because I feel like she needs them. She needs someone to corrupt her.
In a delicious twist of events, Lana accomplishes this acrobatic stance like a pro.
Now, how did we get here?
Because her ass is perked up and my mouth is watering because of it, I don’t ponder on that last thought too long.
I.
Need.
To.
Take.
Her.
Hard.
My fingers are digging into her flesh as I start thrusting into her, in and out. My body is on fucking fire, and I feel like the room is closing in, trapping us in this little cocoon of absolute pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit!” Lana screams as she tries to steady herself on the table.
“There is nothing holy here, only me.” I lean forward and grab her below her waist. “And I want you to start screaming.”
“Fuck!” I move my hand that was steadying her down to her pussy, and I pinch her.
“Is that all you fucking got?”
“M, please!”
“Please, what? Give me your words, Lana!” I start rubbing circles and thrusting harder. The blood that splattered onto me is mixing with my sweat and falling onto her beautiful fucking ass. Our bodies are slick, and the temperature in the room has turned up by a hundred fucking degrees.
I don’t think about anything; I only want to fuck this woman.
I’m thrusting in and out of her like a madman. My moves are punishing, and with this position, I go in fucking deep. I’m hitting all the walls of her cunt. My hands are holding on to her entire being for dear life, and I feel myself transforming.
This is fucking it.
“M! M! M!”
“That’s it, you fucking dirty woman. I’m your M.”
The air between us turns slick with heat and sounds from her wet pussy and my grunts.
The kind of sounds that leave no space for any coherent thought, only the thud of ravenous motions and breath.
Lana is moaning hard, and I wish that I could record her fucking noises so I could listen to them all day.
“Your pussy is fucking mine!” I move upward. I need to feel all of her. Her juices are coating my cock, making a fucking sloppy mess out of me, out of us.
“Only yours!” There. It. Fucking. Is. This woman has given herself to me.
I push three fingers in her, which makes me bend over her and smear my own, correction, her blood now on my chest. I catch a whiff of her pheromones, and I want to die with my cock buried in her.
Her natural sweet scent is replaced by carnage.
Her sweat from her scorching body is mixed with adrenaline—salt, heat, and that darker part of her that is coming out.
“If I find another man looking at you, I’ll feed his dick to him. Only.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. Every movement is drawing us tighter, a rhythm neither of us can stop chasing. Lana is meeting me thrust for thrust, and her ass is thumping against my body.
“M, fuck me harder. Fucking pussy!”
This. Fucking. Woman.
I retrieve my fingers from her pussy and pull out entirely. The laugh that follows is hollow, deep, and downright sadistic. If she wants me to fuck her harder, I fucking will.
I lean over and yank on her hair.
“Remember, you asked for this. The word no is null and void from here on out.”
“You talk a lot and fuck a whole lot less.” That’s it. I unshackle her from her restraints, and her body drops down onto the table. I grab her by her hair and yank her upward, all the way until she is standing on her two feet. Lana turns around, and she is more gorgeous than ever.
A tiny hint of fear and trepidation etched across her face, but a lingering sense of being taken forcefully takes the upper hand.
With my bloodied hand, I grab her by her throat and bring my face close to her.
Our noses are touching, and I feel her breath on my lips.
A small whimper leaves her mouth, and I steal it by slamming my mouth onto hers.
Her right hand forcefully grabs my cock, and she begins tugging it. I almost get down to my knees because of her sheer will to control me.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she is going to do what I tell her to do.
My hand wraps around her throat tighter, and she begins blinking slowly, reveling in this sensation. I release my mouth from hers, and she looks mad.
“Are you mad that I’m taking away something you love?” I ask in a flirty tone.
“You bastard. You honestly think that you can tell me what to—” Before she continues with her baseless opinion, I turn us around with me sitting on the table and her on top of me.
“Put your legs behind me and ride me, little hummingbird,” I instruct her as I release her throat and dig my fingers into her ass cheeks.
We look at each other with such intensity and the realization that I truly see her for the first time.
Her gaze is pinning me in place—hot and heavy like a physical touch.
Neither of us dares to move, and she doesn’t tell me what she wants. I do it. So we start moving in sync.
We begin grinding, and she’s giving as good as she is getting. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I bury my face in her neck and her hair.
Intoxicating.
Addicting.
Mine.
“I want your fucking moans, words, and grunts, M. Give it good for your little pussy.” I nearly combust at those words, and before I can fucking respond, she starts squatting up and down while licking my neck.
I thrust upward and fast, and I moan how tight she is like this.
“This tight pussy feels like heaven. My fucking heaven.”
“Mmmmm, yes. Just like that.” The thought of ending this sensation is eating me alive, so I don’t do that. I want to be buried in her and die like this. My words die as she begins grinding on me faster and moaning so loudly that it’s making my heart skip several fucking beats.
“Oh, Lana, fuck, yes. Give it to me just. Like. That.” I break my sentence apart because the sensation is taking away everything.
A coherent thought is a faraway thing, and deciding anything logical is not something I want to do now.
The sloppy sounds of her pussy and my loud moaning create an atmosphere that makes me want to come hard and fast.
I start thrusting faster, and I’m digging into her ass cheeks so hard that I’m drawing blood.
“Let your fucking cunt milk me dry. I need your juices spilled all over my dick so I can clean you afterward with my tongue.” My words come out in sporadic breaths, and Lana matches that.
“M, fuck me harder!”
“Oh my fucking God!” I grab the back of her head and move her mouth toward mine. My tongue opens her mouth, and we entangle each other’s mouths. Every word that couldn’t be said is translated into this kiss.
We are claiming each other.
Then she bites down on my lip and draws blood. When I look at her with a drop of my blood on her tongue, she is fucking satisfied, the cunning minx. We don’t stop fucking moving, and we are near our climax.
She smears my blood on her lips and has a devilish smile on her face while her eyes are narrowed.
That does it.
“Come for me now, Lana!”
“Fuck, M! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” We both finish at the same time, and I come harder than I have before. I put my head on her shoulder, and she puts her head on my own. Once we are both done, I look at her and kiss her on the nose.
A sweet sentiment.
Lana looks at me and smiles.
“Can I ask you one question?”
“You can ask me anything, little hummingbird.”
“Can I see the bat you hit Belmin with?” What a strange question. She senses my hesitation and smiles harder.
“Just show it to me.” So I do. She sits on the table after fixing her dress as I retrieve the bat and hand it to her. Lana looks it over from top to bottom, admiring it.
“So this is what you use?” I nod at her.
“Cool. And where is the cleaver you gutted him with?” I look at the dead bastard and point to him.
“Have fun running, M.”
Wait, what the fuck?
I don’t even have time to react as Lana takes a swing at my legs. I double down on the floor because I didn’t see this surprise coming. When I look at her from this position, she is standing over me and presses down onto the spot with her foot where she hit me.
“You know where to find me.” Lana makes a run for it upstairs, and I’m left reeling. I know what the fuck she is doing.
Happy hunting to me.