Page 20 of No Way Back
“The right time, I think? The right place? The perfect moment.” He laughs in disbelief. “I’ve been a nervous wrecktrying to figure out how to make it magical, make it just right for you, because it’s what you deserve.” He pulls back almost the full length of his cock, my mouth watering in anticipation for how good it’ll feel when he plunges inside me again. “But every moment with you is magic. From the most mundane nights, when we’re driving in your car withThe Usedon repeat, to right here right now, with your pussy stretched over my cock and your ass filled with half-dead dick.” It twitches inside me at being summoned, but aside from that small sign of life, it seems our guy is less than participating.
“I don’t know what you’re saying.” I reach for him, a silent plea to fill me back up again.
“Marry me.” He slides the mask up his forehead before he pulls the ring out of his pocket.
Every ounce of oxygen leaves my lungs.
Two little words.
My whole world spins under me.
“Be with me, in the deranged and in the sane. We do it together. To the end.”
Spending the rest of my life with Demetri Harkins is the easiest decision I could ever make. “Yes,” I whisper, sliding my mask up, "to the end, beloved." Our teeth clash from the force of our kiss.
He buries his cock to the hilt, my moans echoing down the stairs with every slam of his hips. My core tightens, the need growing so suddenly, I’m unprepared when it erupts. I tremble in his hold, clenching as I choke both of their dicks between my thighs.
Demetri grunts through his climax, burying his head in my breasts as he spills every drop of cum deep inside me before moving again. He’s still hard, still going, the heat of the moment and every heightened emotion driving us both mad with desire.
“I need more lube,” I tell him. “Slice his throat.” But then I feel a burn at my scalp and my head is pulled back. Before I can acknowledge the pain of the pig yanking my hair, he’s already released me. No—his hand is still very much in my hair, it’s just no longer attached to his body. His scream is feral, the blood spraying out around the ax still buried into the floor where it severed his arm.
“Ahh!”
His eyes go wide, a horrified expression staining his face, the color draining from it fast.
Demetri lifts the ax off the floor, the blood gushing at a much faster pace as it pools beneath the guard. Officer Dumbass isn’t able to do more than let out a few strained moans; he’s out in less than thirty seconds. Live amputation is nothing like the movies.
Lava pools at my core. Demetri is still fucking me, still sliding in and out of me with no concern for the convulsing body beneath us. The cop’s dying cock pulses in my ass, and I’m close. We breathe in sync, Demetri whispering sweet words of his admiration for me while coaxing me into my millionth orgasm.
The guard is dead-dead within a few minutes, and it distracts me more than it should.
I sigh, my orgasm slipping from my reach.
“Is he soft?” Demetri asks.
“No.” But I can’t mask my disappointment.
His eyebrows pull together in the middle, the little fold I love so much making itself known. “Then what’s wrong?”
He’s moving in and out of me still, and the feeling grows again, inevitable with the way he feels. “I think the buildup was too much.” I shake my head, “Like when you eat somewhere for the first time and the food is amazing, so you go back and you take your friends to show them, and you try to replicate everything so it comes out exactly the same.” I probably sound insane. “And itdoes, it does end up the same, but it just…doesn’t live up to your expectations?”
He nods understandingly. “You overhyped the dead cock.”
“I overhyped the dead cock,” I agree.
He smirks that dimpled smirk, pulling himself out from me. It’s sudden, hollow without him, and I’m aching again to be filled. “No,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
The grin on his face spreads, threatening sweet chaos. “Lay back,” he commands, lowering my mask down my face and doing the same to his. He flips the LED light on, the glowing Xs bright in the dark stairwell.
I obey, lowering back onto my elbows, using the recently deceased below me as a cushion. My heart is a jackhammer in my chest, anticipation building inside me, so much adrenaline building that my thighs shake.
“His hands are nice.” Harkins is looming over me once more, holding the dismembered arm.
Blood drips slowly from the cut just above the elbow.
Suddenly, I’m on fire; I feel like I could come from just the suggestion alone. Every inch of me throbs, aches, begs to be touched, filled and defiled by him.
These moments can’t be recreated, because it’s he who holds the power, not me.Hedecides to use me in whatever way he deems fit, with whatever he feels necessary. Demetri folds one finger down at a time, carving the shape of a fist into the man’s hand, before they spread open again. The look on his face is dangerous, but it only sends hot lava rushing between my legs.
