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I pushed two fingers inside her slick heat, her pussy instantly tensing around me as I continued to draw circles around her clit with my tongue.

“Dante,” she moaned, her back arching as she raised her hands to squeeze her nipples. I moaned against her pussy, hating that she had the power to excite me with such a simple gesture.

I hated that I enjoyed doing this so much. Even in my need to be selfish, she got pleasure from it. I wrote the word “die” with my tongue across her pussy before I added a third finger, making her eyes widen with shock.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, making her sob with pleasure and pain.

Her legs began to shake against my head, becoming more tense as her pussy tightened around my fingers. It became difficult to continue pumping into her as she clamped down. In my messed up sign, I saw it as another way of her shutting me out, of denying me the thing I needed. I knew it wasn’t, but I was fresh off one rejection and spiralling into another. It made me crazed. I went to my knees and slammed my fingers in and out of her with all the force I could manage, sending her body up the bed inch by inch with every forceful thrust.

I pulled my fingers out of her, noticing a smear of blood running down them. I moaned, bringing them to her lips at the same time I slammed my cock back inside her.

“Do you taste that?” I hissed against her cheek, grasping her chin with my other hand to pin her in place. “Can you taste your own blood as well as your pussy juices? I could fucking destroy you if I chose to.” I slammed into her over and over, not even realising what I was doing. All I could think about was a release.

A release from this beast that has taken over me. A release from this urge to hurt her and pleasure her. To fuck her or to kill her. I needed release from whatever the fuck this was.

I fucked her as though I hated her, because right now it genuinely felt as though I was toeing the fine line between love and hate.

“You’re fucking nothing,” I spat at her. “All you’re good for is to be used and abused. You’re nothing but a hole for me to bury my cock in. You’re my whore, so fucking desperate and hungry for everything I’ve got to give.”

She laughed at me, sucking my fingers into her mouth to clean up the last residue of blood. “Keep telling yourself that, soldier.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her feet into my ass, pushing me further into her pussy, spurring me on… torturing me.

“Come on, Dante. Make it worth it. Hurt me. Give me all you’ve fucking got. If this is your best, I’ve had better from something battery operated.”

“Rachel,” I growled, my balls tightening, the bottom of my spine tingling as release came near. “Stop fucking talking.”

“Or else what?” She panted. “Fuck me, Dante. Fuck me like it’s the last fucking time. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I’m exactly the person you think I am… nothing, worthless, pathetic. Fuck me exactly like that, because I assure you, I’m thinking the exact same thing.”

I placed my hand over her mouth to shut her up and did exactly as she asked.

The bed frame slammed against the wall with the force of my thrusts as I slammed into her over and over.

She screamed beneath my hand, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her legs tensed, shaking uncontrollably. Herback arched off the bed, her eyes growing wide. Her head shook from side to side, and in the next instant, she released. A floor of liquid spilled between our bodies as she squirted her release over the both of us.

It drove me fucking mad, sending me catapulting into my own release.

I pulled out of her just in time and came on her stomach, fisting my cock to stroke the last remnants of my orgasm out of me.

She closed her eyes, her body still shaking. I looked at her, threw a t-shirt on her stomach, and left.

I was an asshole, and I left.

I hated the fact that I had made her squirt. I hated that my response to sharing that first with her was to cum harder than I ever have in my life. I hated who I was when I was with her. How out of control and dangerous I felt.

I need her gone.

I have to fucking cut out the poison before it consumes me anyfurther.

Chapter 64

Rachel

I left Dante alone afterwards.

We had engaged in rough sex before, but that was something else. That was filled with a hatred he had barely been able to contain. Usually, there was a safe word. After care.

There was none of that this time.

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