Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
And whatever she said made him break.
With a last, desperate plea that fell on deaf ears, Chris sobbed as Isla drove the knife right through that soft indent at his throat. He gurgled and choked on his blood, and the red fluid slid out and streaked down his chest, mixing with bruises and cuts that already littered his body.
She ripped the knife out, and the crimson sprayed out in a gush and covered the lower half of her face. Then she stabbed the knife right in the center of his navel. His life was fading as he babbled and struggled to hold on to that last vestibule of survival.
His blood seeped from multiple wounds, the sight a crimson wave of violence and grotesque pleasure. Isla stabbed him repeatedly, her body like a blur as she moved her arm fast to deliver her revenge. I knew her vision was no doubt locked in that same haze of murderous need that I let control me.
Her ex was dead, but my beautiful girl was still driving that knife home. And fuck, she was gorgeous. And then when Chris hung there, no more life in his corpse, she took a step back while breathing heavily.
It was then, as I stared at her with the blood of her ex she just murdered dripping off her body—from head to toe—that I felt myself come. My orgasm was swift and as violent as this situation. I spilled my jizz all over the cement, my focus never once leaving my gorgeous murderess.
When the last tremor left my body, I stepped out of the shadows, my pulse racing, my cock still hard. My dick wouldn’t go down until I was buried deep in Isla’s tiny slit and I spewed my load into her tight, lithe body.
“Come here,” I ordered in a harsh, aggressive tone. Isla turned and showed me her beautiful form covered in blood. Her entire visage looked wild. I fucking loved it. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, the knife still clutched in her hand.
I’d never seen anything more breathtaking in my life.
I’d known from the moment she stood over me, holding up the bouquet of fingers I’d given her as a gift—and looking like I’d just proposed in the most romantic way—that she was meant to be mine.
Even though I told her to come to me, I was the one who went to her. “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire and awe as I cupped her cheek and tilted her head back. “So fucking gorgeous,” I whispered. I pulled my hunting knife out from where I secured it at the small of my back in my waistband.
With the weapon in my hand, I cut the rope holding Chris up. His corpse fell to the ground in a gruesome heap.
Her lips parted as she stared at his lifeless body, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. I dropped the knife and pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was hard, desperate, and filled with the twisted, deranged love that bound us together. I tasted the coppery flavor of Chris's blood coating her, and I started licking it off of her.
She tangled her hands in my hair and let me lick her clean like some deranged lion. “I need to fuck you now,” I growled and took her to the cold, stained, and blood-covered ground, Chris right beside us, his lifeless eyes staring at us. Fuck, that was hot.
We were both lost in the darkness of our violent union.
Our relationship—our love—was brutal, chaotic, and savage in every way.
It was wrong—the way we were—but it was fucking perfect.
“Look at this motherfucker,” I groaned between kisses. “He’s gonna watch as I fuck you until you are raw and can’t walk right tomorrow.”
She gasped and then moaned.
I had her under me, tearing at her pants and panties, and pushed Isla’s legs open nice and wide. “Tell me, Isla, are you going to be my good little psychopath and take my cock as hard and brutal as I want you to?” I leaned in and bared my teeth, feeling primal and vicious in that moment as the metallic scent of blood surrounded us.
“You already know the answer.” She lifted her head and was the one to slam her lips against mine this time. I heard a slight scraping, but before I understood what she was doing, she had the tip of that pocketknife in my shirt and tore it open at the front. The material parted like fragile tissue.
I curled my hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. “I am going to fuck you and fill you with my cum until it seeps out of you and makes a fucking mess on the ground.” I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip. “It’ll make the prettiest picture mixing with that motherfucker’s blood.” And then I notched my cockhead at her pussy hole, pulled back, and spit a mouthful of saliva where we were nearly connected.