Chapter 37: : Chapter 37

The moment her lips are around my cock, I’m ready to blow all over that beautiful face of hers. I can tell I’m pushing her to her limits, but she’s the first woman I think can actually keep up with my depravity.

Her teeth graze down my cock, and I hiss in pleasure.

This fucking mouth of hers.

She’s on her knees, in a wedding dress I can’t wait to paint red. She’s a fucking goddess. As she edges the blade toward me, I pray that somehow I’ll be able to blackmail this woman to stay by my side even after our arrangement is over because she’s made so perfectly for me.

She keeps the leisurely pace on my cock as tears streak down her face. She tips the blade to my left leg, right above the pretty little scar she gave me when she stabbed me.

“Do it,” I tell her. “Carve your fucking initials into my leg.”

I never want to forget this moment.

I never want to forget her.

There’s a mix of pleasure and burning pain that has my cock twitching with excitement as she carves J.D. into my left leg. Every fine line and curve that slices into my flesh has me so close to coming in her mouth that I’m not sure I’ll make it all the way through.

The moment she’s finished with the letters, I yank her back from my cock by her hair and bring her to standing. My lips are on hers within seconds as I shove her back until we find a flat surface. She smashes against the mirror, cracking it. When I consider it might hurt her, I pick her up and step back.

She moans into my mouth desperately, her wild beast calling mine. I sink her onto my cock, and grunt as she leans back, her arms around my neck. The white dress is torn in places, spots of blood marring the pristine color.

But it’s not enough.

I want more blood.

More of her.

All of her.

She bounces on my cock like a good girl, and my balls tighten at her desperate neediness. She’s built so fucking perfectly for me.

“Such a perfect fiancée,” I croon, and one of her hands wraps around my throat delicately, but her nails dig into my skin in warning. I smile as I kiss her, letting her take and take from me.

“You want to be fucked like an animal? I’ll fuck you exactly like that, Kitten.” I bite her bottom lip and pull. She moans in pleasure, but her eyelids burst open as I set her down.

“What are you—” I spin her around and place her hands on the end of the couch.

“I want you to watch me as I fuck you in this wedding dress,” I tell her. Her breath hitches, and I smile as I glance down and see the blood on my cock and her inner thighs. So fucking wet and perfect for me.

I focus on our reflection in the broken mirror as I grab her hips and slam into her. She bucks forward, those beautiful legs spread just for me. So fucking beautiful.

I slam into her again and again, mesmerized as I fuck her into oblivion. Her tits bounce out of the ruined dress as I fuck her like a madman.

Her legs begin to tremble as she takes me, and I see her face contort in pleasure as she meets my gaze in the mirror. “This is how you’ll be rewarded the night you walk down the aisle to me,” I tell her as I pound into her.

“Only if we have a truce,” she gasps out.

I thread my fingers through her hair and arch her back.

“Oh, we’ll have a truce on our wedding night.” I slap her ass and she moans. I slap again, a red flush beginning to blemish her skin. On the third slap, she comes undone, and the moment I grab her limp body to hold her up, I jerk inside her.

“Fuck,” I grit out, surprised by the force as I feed her my cum. I rock into her a few more times, pushing my cum and her blood back inside so no drop goes to waste.

As she trembles, she begins to laugh, and I can’t help but be amused as well, even though I don’t know what she finds so funny. I lean over and kiss her shoulder.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I say as I continue rolling my hips against her, not yet wanting to leave her warm and messy pussy.

“We’re actually going to hell,” she says in disbelief.

I chuckle. “We’re going to hell together. That should at least keep it entertaining.”

“Not when you try to take over the devil’s job,” she says, pushing away from me.

The room’s a fucking mess and the dress she’s wearing looks like it was massacred. A faint red blush paints her cheeks when she looks at herself in the mirror. I step toward her and brush my thumb against her flushed skin.

“Let’s agree that dress number four isn’t the right choice,” I say, and she lets out a shaky breath. “Go clean up in the bathroom. I’ll take care of the mess out here.”

She arches an eyebrow in surprise. “I don’t think you’ve cleaned a day in your life.”

“Usually only dead bodies. So blood, glass, and a few items on the floor are nothing.”

She glances around again and then back at me, raising a brow. “You know you’re not normal, right?”

I smirk. “Depends on whose definition you’re using.”

She shakes her head in disbelief as she walks away on shaky legs, and before I tuck my cock away, I take in her initials on my leg, a smirk touching my lips.

I don’t care what dress she steps out in next because I already got what I wanted from today.