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"What are you—" Her protest gets lost when I tear her pajama shorts down the center before pulling them off completely.
"You two need to be taught a lesson."
She should look scared. She shouldbescared.
She's still biting her bottom lip. I can't help it, I throw my head back and laugh.
"You're insane," she hisses.
"Sure. And he's a murderer. And you're his accomplice."
"I'm not—"
"Did you or did you not help dispose of the evidence? Thrice, I might add."
"Thrice?"she mocks, popping one shoulder up.
"Did you or did you not—"
"Okay, yes, fine! But I didn't encourage him! And what am I supposed to do? Go to the cops? Oh, excuse me, officer, there's aghost in the house, and he murders people. Sure, you can bring those scent-sniffing dogs in here to investigate. Oh, don't mind the dozens of dead bodies buried beneath the rose bushes. Those were just my dead great aunt's victims. Yeah, she was a serial killer! Fuck!" she screams, bellowing out all her pent-up rage, and it's perfectly timed with a crack of thunder.
"Please don't hurt her," Eric pleads from the chair.
But Dina's cheeks are flushed. She's sitting up on her knees, mostly naked, raging, yelling at me about the unfairness of the world. It's really quite something. I've stopped listening to her rant, and interrupt. "Stick your finger in your pussy and show me how wet you are."
"What?"she snaps. She even snarls with those little teeth. Her hair is a mess, tied in one of those buns where you can't tell if the hair is curly or not. Tendrils fall into her eyes. She brushes one strand away and tucks it behind her ear, suddenly shy.
"You heard me."
A rainbow of emotions crosses her face. It's delightful to watch. She's offended, and a little annoyed. Turned on. And defiant. She pushes her shoulders back, which makes her tits point toward me. They bounce a little, and my cock strains in my dead man's pants, need curling through my lower back as I stare at her body. Her tits are round and a little heavy, the tips pointed up, hard nipples a lovely, dusky pink. My mouth waters the longer I stare.
She notices my reaction and gives me an arrogant half-smirk. She thinks she's got the upper hand. Reaching down, her hand disappears inside her underwear, and she sticks her fingers in her pussy. She moves it around, like she's going to just masturbate in front of us, like I'm going to let her.
I climb toward her, snatch her wrist, and drag her off the bed. She screams as I tug her along, but shuts her mouth when I pushher in front of Eric, take her wet fingers and shove them into his mouth.
He moans around them, sucking greedily before I pull them away. At her naked back, I kick her legs open with my feet between hers, slide my hand into her underwear, and stick my fingers in her pussy.
She cries out, knees going weak. I hold her up with my hand cupped between her legs, then tear my fingers away and shove them in Eric's mouth. It's cold, like sticking my fingers in a pile of snow. He's corporeal enough at the moment, though, and doesn't hesitate to wrap his lips around my fingers and suck. It's an odd feeling, having another man lick your soulmate's pussy juice off your fingers.
"She's all wet," I say.
Grabbing Dina by the waist, I toss her onto the bed behind me, then lean back over Eric, who's half melting with need for her and half enraged, wanting to kill me.
Again.
I lean in close and whisper into his ear. "All for me."
He roars, twisting in his restraints, but I leave him there and turn to Dina. She's got a lost look on her face. Her knees are spread, and she's leaning back on her arms. She watches Eric with concern, which annoys me.
"Do I need to remind you this man snapped my neck and buried my body less than a week ago?"
Her concern shifts from him to me. She doesn't know where to direct her energy. I have to decide for her.
Holy fuck, she's perfect. Curves in all the right places. Her tits are round and pillowy soft. Hard nipples, skin a flushed pink. My mouth waters. I want to squeeze her tits. Pinch and suckle the tips. They're so pretty. I want to kiss and lick the space between them.
Her thighs part, revealing a wet spot on her cotton panties.
The need to wrench out my cock becomes nearly unbearable.
