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“You stole my voice before I even knew what it meant to have one, so why should you deserve to speak?”

The cut is clean and quick, which surprises me. I thoughtit would be harder than that. He moans and groans in pain as his mouth makes a gargled sound. He’s losing too much blood, and I know it won’t be long now. Zayden gives me a nod like he agrees that these are his last few moments, so I decide to make the best of them.

I nod down at Jim’s underwear, refusing to touch him anymore in my life, and though Zayden looks inconvenienced by this, he does it happily for me. Zayden’s large hand grips Jim’s limp cock, holding it out at the perfect angle for me.

The scalpel slices through even easier than the tongue. Blood sprays against both of our faces, and though I cringe at the initial impact, I’m not all that bothered when I see that it’s done. Zayden is now holding the severed remnants of Jim’s worthless dick when I nod toward Jim’s mouth, my intent clear.

Zayden seems to nod in approval before he shoves it into his mouth, pushing it so far back that it blocks his airway. Jim fights against it, though his movements are weak and his effort futile. Slowly, his muffled screams stop, his muscles cease their straining, and Zayden shoves the chair to the floor, echoing in the room with a solid thunk.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our breathing and the faint sound of Jim’s blood dripping on the floor. The puddle is enormous, taking up a third of the room as it continues to spread.

My eyes are still on Jim, unable to look away, unable to erase what I have just done. I did it. He’s gone. Forever. And he went in one of the worst, more excruciating ways I could imagine. He can’t hurt me anymore, not even in my dreams, not after today.I’m free. I’m free.

Zayden is watching me carefully, like he thinks I’m about to break at any moment. I don’t feel like breaking, though. What happened here wasn’t tragic, it was joyous and celebratory and I’ve never been on a high quite like this in my life.

I close the distance between Zayden and me, our bodies clashing together instantly. My mouth is on his as his hands are on my lower back, hauling me into him until every inch of each other is touching.

His hands peel my leggings and panties down my legs while I’m grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before tossing it to the side. He does the same to me, unclasping my bra with one hand before throwing it to the floor. I practically tear off his jeans in the next moment, dropping to my knees and taking his cock into my mouth.

Zayden lets out a throaty groan as I suck him deep down my throat, his blood-soaked hand brushing across my face and into my hair. I look up at him, hoping I’m conveying everything I’m feeling, everything I don’t even understand myself.

How grateful I am that he gave me this, that he freed me. That he sat by silently and allowed the ugliest parts of me out, and he welcomed it with open arms. There is so much wrong about Zayden, but there is a lot that’s right about him, right for me.

He pulls away from me, practically tackling me to the ground as he begins eating my pussy. I let out a scream as his tongue viciously attacks my clit, flicking, sucking, and nipping at it with his teeth. He devours me like he’s never tasted anythingbetter in his life, and the way he grinds his cock against the floor as he does tells me he’s just as ready to lose it as I am.

“Fuck me,” I pant. “Please, Zayden. Fuck me.”

His arms snake underneath my back, palms supporting me as he makes a quick move, flipping onto his back and taking me with him until I’m sitting on his face. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he continues feasting on me before he murmurs against my thighs.

“Ride me, angel. Take what you want. I’m all yours to do with as you please.”

I don’t hesitate, raising my hips off his face as I wiggle down his body. I slide onto his cock easily and let out a pleasured moan once I’m fully seated on him. As I rise up and sink down on him, I feel a wetness coating my legs.

When I glance down, I see the puddle of Jim’s blood slowly beginning to surround us. For a moment, I’m disgusted. That is, until Zayden glances over, a dark lust-filled look consuming his eyes before he looks back at me.

“Look at that. Look what you did, angel. You’re so perfect, so incredible.”

His praise feels strange, and yet, it’s like a rush of dopamine to my brain. I continue thrusting, grinding my clit against Zayden’s pelvis as more and more blood begins to surround us. I won’t lie, there is something erotic about it. In a super-damaged, PTSD way, but I’m turned on all the same.

I feel Zayden’s cock begin to pulse, and he groans as he smacks the back of my ass so hard I yelp in reaction.

“I’m gonna come, angel. I can’t help myself whenyou’re riding my cock like a blood-soaked goddess. You’re every dream I’ve ever had wrapped in one,” he moans.

“You’re sick, you know that?” I pant, grinning as I fuck him faster, my own orgasm just out of reach.

His piercing eyes come up to mine, his grip tightening on my hips as he speaks.

“So are you.”

That hard truth mixed with the quick, deep thrust against my G-spot is my undoing. White light blinds me as my mouth drops open and a scream erupts from me. My body shakes as my pussy pulsates. I feel Zayden’s cum fill me up as I practically clamp down on him, pure euphoria tearing through my body, leaving nothing to hold me up.

I collapse on top of Zayden, my breathing heavy, as my eyes begin to flutter closed.

I did it. I did it. I’m free. I’m free.

Chapter Thirty-Four

DOMINIC

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