Page 125 of His Cursed Heart

When I stopped caring, I needed a way to let them go once in a while. That's how my paintings were created. That's how the darkness in them still exist.

Critics can say that my paintings hold an untold hurtful story, about death and pain and helpless, but they are not even close.

The blood represents the life, the only source that is keeping us alive, and in the same time, shows us the end of life. The battle scars are what we are the proudest of, wearing them like a story while people look disguised. The pain in the eyes is a reminder that we feel, that we are humans. And the pornographic scenes show the biggest sin that all of us do.

The carnal need for sex is what we desire most. We either feel, either think. It's impossible to stay away from the pleasure that makes us forget everything and anyone. Not drugs or alcohol.

The intimate act between two people that would die for each other.

And somehow, it's the dirtiest sin we, humans, can do.

I look over the painting with Everette between my legs and my nipples get hard. I've never been more turned on than when I painted his hungry, lust face.

I walk closer to him with a wrapping paper in my hands. I grab the cooling cream and put little on my fingertips, then spreading over his burning skin. A few lines of blood cover his back, but I put the paper on him to stop any infection from appearing.

His eyes are on me the whole time, but not in a way that makes my pussy clench. His eyes are soft, looking at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, and I swear my heart can't take this. It hurts in the best way possible.

He consumes me.

"Do you have a painting with you like that?" And he gestures to the one that show his bloody, veiny body.

I frown at his question, "No, why do you ask?"

"I want to have you above me when I'm sleeping so I can pray every night to you." My heart beats faster at the thought. Why is he saying all these things that make my heart full with hope?

"I don't like painting myself," I sigh and continue when I see him frown. "What's there to paint? Anger? Helpless? Every time I try, the ugliest things of me come out."

Everette turns to me fast and I widen my eyes at the

anger in his. I back up a few steps until I meet the long chair. Everette's right-hand wraps around my waist, rising me from the ground to put me on the chair. I gasp when his other hand pinches my nipple.

What's gotten into him?

"If I hear you say things like that about yourself, I'll slap your pussy with my belt until you bled. Do you understand?" My insides are on fire at his words, and my pussy clenches, hoping for that to happen.

"All I see is perfect sin when I look at you. Created to make me fall on my knees and worship the ground you walk on." I moan when his hand gets inside my pants, circling my clit.

With shaky fingers, I grab his face and slam my lips to his. We groan when our tongue meets and the battle of dominance starts. I suck his tongue with my lips and I almost come at his taste. Everette's fingers rip my pants, exposing me to him.

I unbuckle his belt in one move, freeing his cock from the capture it’s been in. My mouth salivates at the thickness of him. His cock is huge and hard, with a trace of pre-cum on his tip. Everette takes off the clothes off him, grabbing my waist like I weigh a pound. He puts on my stomach, with my legs on the other side of the chair. My ass is up and my head is leveled with his dick.

I don't wait for his command, taking his thickness in my mouth, moaning when I feel his salty taste. I lick the pre-cum off his tip, sucking it hard until it jerks. Everette moans hard and he takes my hair in a powerful grip. I start moving my head, trying to get him deeper, but my throat hurts. I put my right hand on the rest of him, pumping him while my mouth sucks him. I grab his balls with my other hand and I start torturing him like he does with me.

"Fucking hell, Althea, you suck me so good like the good girl you are." He moans and I feel his thighs tremble. Everette's hips start moving, and he keeps my head still, moving his cock in and out of my mouth.

I gag when I feel his tip in my throat, tears escaping my eyes. My mouth feels his smooth skin and the pulse because of the tightness. I suck my cheeks in until they mold on his form, making it harder for him to move.

Everette moves above me and I catch a glimpse of my brush in his hand. I moan when a wave of cum fills my throat, but he keeps his hard phase.

I tense and my body stops when the tip of the brush caresses my back opening. I move my mouth off him, but his hand shoves my head back until I almost swallow him all. I look up at him, the terror in my body making me tremble.

His green eyes look at me, and he leans down a little. His hand pets my scalp and my moans become whimpers. I shake my head hard when the tip of the brush tries to go inside.

"I'll never hurt you, Althea. I'd rather skin myself than cause you pain." I want to believe him. So much. But the terror takes control of my body.

Tears are filling my eyes and his eyes turn even softer. "They still have power over you, little fox. Let me take them away for good."

I sob travels my body, making his cock go deeper. The power they still have is real. One touch there and my body is instantly alert. I want them gone, but I'm scared to face it.

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