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My limbs slid in her ex’s blood as I braced myself against her shoulder, pinning her body in place as I thrust inside her.

“I knew you’d come,” she sobbed, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, tracing my tattoos as she braced me to her like she’d never let go.

“Always, baby,” I vowed, spearing her repeatedly, driving into my little pen pal as she moaned, writhing in blissful agony.

I slid my fingers through my blood and pressed them against her ass. She opened her legs eagerly, and I pushed the digits inside, slick with my blood.

Her tears mixed with the blood on the ground as she whispered my name, almost in disbelief that I was real and not some fantasy she had conjured.

“I’m here, baby, I’m here,” I soothed, kissing and licking her tears away. “I’m real.”

“Make me forget,” she whispered, her eyes shining as she glared at her ex. “Make me forget he ever touched me.”

I pulsed my fingers in her ass, and she moaned, moving them in time with my cock insideher. I leaned back, stroking her G-spot from the inside, and she trembled. Her little cries were electrifying, jolting pleasure through my system like a drug.

The throbbing of her cunt sped up, squeezing me harder and harder as I slammed my cock home.

“It’s the last thing he’ll ever do,” I groaned, pumping into her snug heat. “You’re the last thing he tasted, the last thing he saw, and not even death can keep him from seeing his wife come all over his murderer’s cock.”

My little pen pal moaned, arching into me, reveling in the raw filth of it all. Her ex-husband’s dead eyes bore into her, and instead of fear, her eyes reflected freedom.

He could never hurt her or anyone ever again.

I surged inside her, changing the angle of my hips, hitting deep, and her eyes crossed.

“You like this, my little lawyer?” I grunted, pounding into her, my hand snaking between our bodies. I pinched at her clit, my hands still slippery with Mark’s blood, and her face contorted with bliss.

“Yes,” she moaned, her blood-soaked legs sliding up my hips, wrapping around my waist. Her hands slid up my arms, reverent, squeezing themuscles, tracing the veins, and caressing my skin. “I love it.”

I massaged her clit, and her body jerked; her mouth opened in a silent scream. “Enzo!” she shouted, a cry that was half-pleasure, half-triumph. She convulsed, losing herself all over me, squeezing me like a vice over and over again.

Our bodies were tangled in a mess of blood, death, and rebirth.

She was mine now. Forever.

25

Amara

Mark’s body lay cooling beside us, but I wasn’t thinking about him anymore. I was thinking about him—the man who ended my ex’s miserable existence and claimed me as his prize.

Nude and trembling, my skin soaked with the blood of my past, my thighs were wet with something far more depraved.

And Enzo was still inside me.

His movements were languid as he let me recover from my climax, and when the last tremors left my body, he renewed his efforts.

Enzo’s mouth trailed along my ear, nipping at the soft flesh, sending a bolt of sensation through me to my core. He dragged his lips along my neck, sucking and biting the skin, dotting my flesh with hickeys. Then he dragged his mustache along my jaw, and his teeth grazed my collarbone.

I arched my back, shoving my breasts in his face, and he chuckled. His teeth clamped around a nipple, sucking, drawing out a long, low moan. He nipped at the sensitive nub, drawing it into his mouth, taking long pulls as he sucked the blood smeared on them. He bit down, and I jumped, moaning under the harsh, unfiltered feelings of bliss.

He switched, moving his mouth to my other nipple, torturing it with his mouth, and my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Then he went between my breasts, licking a hot, possessive trail, licking the blood clean from my skin.

He was erasing every trace of my ex, imprinting me with his own, marking me as his territory.

A thrill shivered up my spine at the realization, his cock inflicting punishing, harsh strokes, healing my broken soul, dragging the pieces back together. The fire in me blazed an unextinguishable inferno, burning brightly just for him.

He lifted my breasts, nipping at my ribs, licking under them, the thin skin tingling, prickling with delight.

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