Page 51 of A Dance Macabre

I bare my teeth, letting out a low growl. “You’re one to speak, you morbid freak.”

She lifts an eyebrow at my attempted jab but acts unbothered, her gaze idly watching her index finger glide back and forth on the surface of the water. Her sparkling eyes lift back up, and I notice the subtle cocksure grin at the very tip of her lips. “Maybe you should tithe to me, instead.”

I grow still, a mere foot away from her, my hand curling around my cock as I begin to slowly stroke the ache away. Her gaze dips down, then flutters back to my face. “Come here, and I will,” I say, my voice deepening with pleasure.

She falls silent for a few slow breaths, her face falling into her usual serious repose. “I don’t trust you,” she finally says.

I chuckle dryly, my head falling back slightly while I continue to stroke my cock under the water. Straightening back up, I pin her with my stare. “What is there to trust, Mercy? That’s not why you came to me tonight, is it?”

Her attention falls back to where the water and my stomach meet, seemingly deliberating her next move. The hard swallow indicates she’s made her decision. Moments later, she glides like a nymph through the water andfinallystands in front of me.

“You want me to tithe to you?” I whisper harshly, my balls aching with her proximity.

She studies my face, and her eyes shutter with something I can’t quite place before she finally nods.

I grow still, the silence between us urging for someone to speak, until I finally heed its command. “I’d rather never see my own reflection again, than ever compliment you,” I grit out.

She startles just long enough for me to successfully snap my hand out, grab her by the throat, and dunk her into the water.Her limbs flail as I keep her under, the glee in having her this compromised is incomparable.

When I gauge she’s had enough, I pull her out of the water but keep her firmly in my grasp, my fingers now digging into the flesh of her arms. She gasps, mouth wide open and eyes closed as she tries to swallow down lungfuls of air. It doesn’t take me long to push her down again, but not before she lets out a shriek that makes my cock ache with vicious satisfaction.

Seconds tick by and waves form around us as she thrashes in my arms. I could easily drown her. Have her greet her god with lungs full of water. But as I deliberate, I realize that maybedamnatio memoriaeis not what I fear the most, but the fleeting thought that Mercy and I are destined for more.

It makes me want to drown alongside her.

Instead, I pull her back up by the hair and slam her into the edge of the bath. She’s choking, water and spit dribbling down her chin as she gags out the water she must have accidentally swallowed. I use her disorientation to my advantage and press my body against her, my hand firmly around her throat.

“Do you think I’d yet to forget how much of a conniving bitch you are, Crèvecoeur?”

“I’ll gut you alive for this,” she seethes, her eyes burning with hostility, trying but failing to push me off her.

I bring my free hand down to her left thigh. “Oh but where’s your dagger now?” I ask, slotting my thigh between her legs.

She manages to slap me across the face before I wrestle both wrists into my grip, extending her arms above her head, making her arch her back over the edge of the wall. With her new position, her hips press against my throbbing cock while her breasts jut upwards. My gaze dips to her peaked nipples, and we both fall silent, breaths ragged with impassioned exertion.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I lean down and suck her wet nipple into my mouth. A small gasp tumbles out of her lipsand my thoughts evaporate into pure animalistic need. She’s not struggling in my grasp anymore, and I take the opportunity to transfer both wrists into one hand. With her nipple now between my teeth, I slip my cock between her legs, sliding my hard shaft up and down her warm cunt.

Her gasp transforms into a moan, and I press her even harder into the wall at the sound.

“Why didn’t you fuck me when you had the chance?” she asks breathlessly.

Her words surprise me, obviously referring to that night at Manor, but I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything but her wet skin against mine. I let her wrists go, lifting her by the ass and making her wrap her legs around my waist, slamming us back into the wall.

My hands slide over her wet skin and I’m fucking starving. Her fingers coil into my hair at the base of my neck, tugging hard, but I ignore the sting as I slot my cock against her slit and then begin to circle the tip around her clit. With my free hand, I grip the back of her nape and make her look at me.

“You know why.” My voice is pained with need. “You know why,” I repeat again, groaning through my teeth while the tip of my cock slides much too close to her entrance.

Her mouth falls open, and I mimic her while her hand slides down to my arm, fingernails digging into my scorching skin. The threads of reason are unraveling and I’m moments away from slamming my cock into her. I can hardly recall the reasons why I shouldn’t.

I thrust her upwards and out of the water, her ass landing on the edge while I push myself out, now desperate to see all of her if I can'thaveall of her.

I manhandle her body, somehow knowing she’ll let me, and lay her flat on her back against the wet tiles, water sluicing over her skin. I thrust her legs open and give her cunt a long slow lick,growling like a madman as I do so. She lets out a low whine, and I’m blind with greed.

“My ruin,” I breathe against her clit, sucking it into my mouth before straightening back up quickly, bending her knees, and pulling her even closer to me. I catch her gaze in mine while I slowly circle her entrance, soaking the tip of my cock with her arousal. “My terrible demise.”

Her bent legs fall open even wider, her eyes a burning inferno as her hand finds her swollen clit, her face transforming into shocked rapture. “Your downfall,” she moans, voice thick with need.

My eyes slide to herbewitchingcunt and watch as I slide the head of my cock inside, letting out a small whimper at the sensation. Her back arches upwards and my thighs begin to shake with the effort it takes not to thrust into her. I wrap a hand around my shaft, the other digging into her hip, and fuck myself while I’m barely sheathed inside.

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