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Chapter 41

Poison

Blood drips from black roses

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Icarry Anita’s shakingbody to the room, her arms wrapped tight around my neck with her face in the crook of my neck. I did tell her the things I can do to her, how I can make her feel. It wasn't to be cocky, but to let her know she would never be unsatisfied with me. I’m too infatuated with her to not cater to every inch of her body.

Her skin is slick against mine and the mark she carved on my chest is leaking more blood, causing it to rub and smear against her breast that's pressed into me. Once I make it to the room, it's still lit with candles on the nightstand that haven’t melted fully yet. There’s no other light, only the bright glow of the moon cascading into the large bay window and the flames from the flickering wick shifting around the ceiling and walls.

She moans softly in my arms as I approach the four-poster bed. When I lay her down gently, she stretches with more whimpers, moving in the bed with hazy eyes as if she’s on cloud nine. I stand at the end of the bed looking at the beautiful mess I made. Her dress is bunched still, and the top is destroyed, her succulent breasts are full, with hard, darkened nipples.

“Fuck. Look at you,” I croon, rubbing over my hard dick. It's been dripping with my pre-cum since I got on my knees and begged to taste her. I was turned on to the fucking max, and all I could think about was sinking myself into her tight pussy.

She smiles at me as I move my hand from my erection, and I take her leg instead, lifting it up to unlace her heels. I press my knee into the bed, and as I do, I kiss her ankle, her calf, and massage the softness of her thigh.

Anita sighs. “You know how to ruin a woman, don’t you?”

I smile, running my tongue over her skin, ending it with a bite that’ll leave a mark. She whines softly, pushing her leg into my mouth. “That's my intention.”

I remove the rest of her clothing until she's laying back flat, glowing and bare, right before me. Even with her healing bruises from her ribs, she’s still stunning. A spark runs up my spine, watching the light from the moon cast over her skin. Her full hair sprawled out around her as if it's alive.

“Yeah? What else is your intention?” She rubs her nipple, trailing the other hand back down to her wet center.

My chest caves as she dips her fingers into her already glistening pussy, and that riles me up, my mouth turns to sandpaper as she moans with an arch, spreading her legs wider.

I quickly stand, my eyes never leaving hers while she does her salacious act. I strip myself naked, my heart thumping hard in my ribs and every fiber of my body standing tall. So desperate to feel her again. I lower back to the mattress, the bed dipping in as I do. She crawls back on her elbows, and I follow, looming over her like a predator ready to sink his teeth into his prey. I grab her waist, wrapping her in my arm and pulling her up to the pillows. She gasps, her eyes twinkling from my aggression.

Her legs spread for me to sit comfortably between her. She’s so aroused I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and I haven't even lowered myself.

“I’m going to fuck you, little snake.” I place my hands on the sides of her face and lean down to her neck. She whimpers, arching her back and tracing her nails up my biceps.

“And I plan to ruin you, just as you've done to me.”

I dig my teeth into her neck with a deep growl. This time, I press my cock against her drenched sex, and she sucks in a sharp breath, pressing her chest into mine, her nails tearing deeper into my arms.

I lick over the wound, switching position fast because I can't hold out any longer. I pull her to me in a spooning position, our bodies pressed close together and not an inch less. Her head rests on top of my arm as I grasp under her thigh, pulling it far enough to reach my shoulder while the other is bent slightly.

Before I enter from behind, Anita turns her head to gaze up at me. I fix my view down at her.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she whispers. Then she places her hand on my cheek, guiding me to her soft black lips. Once we kiss, I clasp my length and navigate my way into her creamy entrance. I'm hit with bliss and relief that I moan instantly. I grab her thigh again, squeezing it to handle the sensation. She's so tight and wet, stretching around my cock so perfectly.

“Fuck, you're so wet.” I whimper, using my other hand to grip her jawline and press my face against hers like a mad man. She makes me this way. Weak and hooked, controlled by her touch, her smile, her words, her fucking voice.

Every damn part of her. Because she’s created a kind of poison that's meant to be consumed.

Without holding back, I sink into her again, hitting deeper into her crevice. She doesn’t jerk back, her mouth slacks with dimmed eyes and whimpering pants. Her fingers toy with my beard, then she threads them gracefully in my hair. Our breath mingles together with our lips inches apart.

I stay still, balls deep inside of her, soaking in her tight warmth. Making my own home within her walls.

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