Page 22 of Soulless Deeds

One hand latched on her thigh while the other skimmed the knife across her sternum, easily splitting one of the straps of her dress, freeing one full breast beneath.

The tip of my blade circled her exposed, peaked nipple, and our gazes locked together.

“Condom?” she asked, and I froze, the question taking me off guard.

“Fuck! I don’t have one.”

Multiple thoughts barraged my mind. I hadn’t been interested in fucking anyone since our last encounter. I wanted to believe my lack of libido was because I was busy protecting Aster, ruling Vice. I’d never admit it had something to do with my new obsession, the anonymous woman who turned my life into chaos—and also happened to save my life.

No.It wasn’t because of her… And yet, my dick was the hardest it had ever been.

Her lips transformed into a disappointed pout. “I never go bare either. People are disgusting.” She rolled her eyes. “Not that you’d believe me anyway… Nice knowing you.”

She went to pull away, and my grip tightened on instinct. “Fuck up…Just fuck up,” I spat. She squirmed, making my neurotransmitters run haywire from the contact. My dick skated across her core, the sensation torturous.

My killer girl moaned, her sugared breath fanning over my face. “I can’t take it. Fuck me orfuck off.”

I dug the tip of the blade into the skin above her nipple, a single drop of blood escaping the incision. My mouth advanced, unable to resist the call, my tongue enveloping her peak before popping off, the potent taste of metallic blood mixing with the honeyed fumes of her body.

Her expression turned feral, and her eyes ignited with the flames from hell. Without another word, she gyrated forward, the tip of my cock slipping inside her.

I hissed, truly taken over by her entire presence. I’d never had a woman bare before, all my sexual fantasies fulfilled and sated by willing women who followed my strict set of instructions.

This was different. Not just for the way her cunt strangled me, but the deeper connection that I desperately wanted to ignore.

“Don’t get attached,” I managed to stammer.

A giggle escaped up her smooth neck. “Worry about yourself there, big boy. You may be a whole feast, but I’m the sweetest fucking dessert. I’ll rot you to your core.” She told no word of a lie. I had an addictive personality, and she was my latest fix—confirmed by the incomprehensible notion of what I was about to do. “Be prepared,” she said.

I wasn’t prepared.Nevertheless, I wanted her anyway.

I thrust in short, shallow strokes, submitting to the desperate need to take her, fuckingown her.

Despite her dripping all over me, she’d have to adjust to my size. I would tear her apart if I forced my way in.

She took it like a pro, riding my length, coordinating with my movements, stretching and adjusting until I was buried all the way to the fucking hilt.

The feel of her flesh bare against mine was life-altering. Her wet, hot walls swallowed me deep, unbearably torturous, my neurons sensitive and on the verge of convulsing.

I pulled back in aching slowness, absorbing every single twitch, tremor and squeeze that she so freely gave. Then, I lost all reason. I propelled forward with a punishing stroke, a scream ripping from her lips. I repeatedly slammed into her, our ascension culminating in time with the music, the dramatic melody accompanied by our thrusting bodies.

She rode me with wild abandon, hands on either side of her, gripping the railing as her ass sat on top, using the position as leverage while her tits bounced with fervour. I wanted to stain her white dress, cut the remainder from her pristine frame and bask in all her refined glory.

I traced the thin, narrow knife over her skin, goosebumps chasing the cool pressure of steel. When I cut a small laceration on the edge of her collarbone, her pussy strangled me so hard, I had to concentrate not to come right then and there.

“I need to come. I need you,” she said, chanting as if it was her god-given right to demand anything out of me.

“You’re not going to come till you get rid of this mask,” I said, raising the blade to her jawline, digging the point in roughly. “Strip this shit. Show me your face—yourtruefucking face. I want to touch the real you,fuck the real you.”

I attentivelywatched as the beautiful mask of her existing features ebbed away, hoping like hell that the beauty would transform into an ugly beast—one that would be easily forgettable and less haunting.Her magnificent body remained the same, however, terror cribbed my soulless body as her real, distinguishable facetransformed in front of me into an ethereal being.

Bright red tresses of silky soft hair framed her heart-shaped face, accompanied by smooth porcelain skin and enticing green eyes that had me mesmerised.

I was damned.

She was a lethal weapon, fatal to any man on earth… And upon seeing her, I knew I wouldn’t escape unscathed.If anything, I’ll be lucky to survive at all.

“Why’d you stop?” she whined. I hadn’t realised I’d stilled, all movement lost to my captivated mind.

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