Page 30 of Sanguineous Fiend
She climbs from the bed and takes the chair as she pulls her phone from her bra. She types something and then slides the phone back inside her shirt and out of sight. She stares at me and I just lay there and wait to see what she will do. What else am I to do? I’m lying beside this man’s body with her just looking at me. She doesn’t speak, just sits there. The blood dries across my chest and I want so badly to move toward the shower instead of staying here.
I want more of Scarlett. To fuck her so hard that she cums all over me. I figured she would be running for the doors, but no, she is right here and waiting for me to make the next move. She hasn’t run from me and now I want her on her knees.
I want to see her fuck me eyes as they stare up at me while I make her beg for her release. I climb from the bed and stand in front of the chair. She tilts her head upwards to look at me. Her eyes travel to my naked body as they go. By the time she reaches my eyes, I’m covered with goosebumps and desire.
She still doesn’t speak to me. She doesn’t utter a single word. She just waits for me to take over. I hold out my hand for her to take it. When she places hers in mine, I pull her from the chair and lead her to the bathroom just behind her. The penthouse suite, of course, has one of the largest bathrooms I’ve ever seen.
The walk-in shower is in the far back, so I pull her across the tiles and stop just outside of it. I press a button on the wall to turn the water on and set the temperature. I wash my hands beneath the running water to clear the blood from them.
Still Scarlett doesn’t speak. She just waits for me to do whatever I’m going to do. I undress her with slow fingers. Tossing her clothes to the side as I do. I pull her into the water with me, going slow until we both adjust to the warm water.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
She finally replies to me. Her voice sounds tired and I just want to hold her. So I do. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her back to my front as the blood washes away from my body. The red swirls falling down the drain in slow motion.
“For coming. For not running. For being here with me. Take your pick. Either way, thank you.”
I drop a kiss to her neck and she leans her head back against me. I just held her. Take the moment and commit it to memory. I’m coated in someone’s blood while holding the one womanthat means so much to me. This is the only thing I could have hoped for.
My little psycho.
I reach between her legs to find her clit with my fingers. Circling it slowly. Building her orgasm up with each stroke. She doesn’t stop me and so I keep going. Letting her relax in my arms while I give her the pleasure that she gave me earlier.
The red swirls away from our bodies as she writhes in my arms. Her breath grows heavy and her body shakes against me. She sighs and then her entire body relaxes as she fucks my fingers with her hips bucking into my hand. She needs this release.
She wants me to fucking take her body and let her release fall down this drain along with the blood as the water washes it away from us. An erotic feeling that leaves my chest tight as I bring her to pleasure and the world narrows to only us.
It’s fucking perfect and I don’t think I can make it any better than this. That man was just the icing on my thick cake of pleasure. Scarlett didn’t run away, and that is all I could have hoped for. Her by my side and she sees exactly who I am.
I don’t need anything else because this is what my world narrows down to. This beautiful woman wrapped in my arms as I give her pleasure. Blood from another coating my body as the high leaves my adrenaline so high that it intensifies the pleasure that is wrapped between us.
So as she cums for me, I damn near cum again. My pussy clenching around the empty air as I seek something that isn’t there. My body begging to be filled and drained all at the same time.
As soon as Scarlett stops shaking, I release her clit from beneath my fingers and hold her while her breathing comes back to normal. This is what I want. What I need. Scarlett and I, against the world.
A fucking psycho for a psycho.
Climbing from the shower once we are clean, we both dry off, and then she’s dressing in her leggings and shirt. Pulling each piece on without ever looking my way. She’s been quiet this entire time and I don’t know how to deal with it. I don’t know what to say.
Is she okay? Is this going to be too much for her or not enough? Murder is a lot to deal with from someone that you are intimate with. Will she still turn me into the cops?
Questions swirl around my brain so fast that it’s driving me insane. Not knowing what will happen is a weak point for me. I don’t like the unknown. The nerves knot my stomach and I finish drying off so I can go in search of my clothes. The fancy dress is nothing more than a shield against all of this.
A simple costume I can turn into someone else and pretend like my desire and needs don’t matter. When, in fact, it’s murder. It’s wrong. Yet, I won’t stop. It’s too addicting.
The adrenaline. The danger. The desire.
It’s all a heady drug that keeps me going every single day. It has been less than a month since that shoot took place and my mind became something dangerous. Murder became natural and something I required to even breathe.
It led me to Scarlett. The woman who has stolen every single part of my heart, soul, and body. She’s something I’ve needed my entire life. She hasn’t judged me for what and who I am. She’s seen every single inch of me and yet she still stands beside me. She lets me touch her. Taste her. She’s mine.
Yet…
Here we are. With each other, in the penthouse bathroom, after showering away the reason I brought her here. I didn’t exactly plan this very well. Most likely I’m about to be caught and wind up in the jail cell at the local prison.
“Why aren’t you freaking out on me right now?”
