Page 82 of Virtuous Lies

I slide the blade down slowly, cutting into his skin in a straight line right over his heart. Happy with my work, I lift the blade, moving it to the top of the bleeding line. I carve two semi-circles against it, forming a large B directly over his heart.

Dropping the knife to the couch, I wipe at the cut, transferring more of his blood to our skin.

“You're crazy and obsessive, and it turns my dick to stone.”

I slam my lips to his, groaning into his mouth at the fervor in which he kisses me back. His appetite for my lust curls his hands into my hair, and he pushes my mouth more harshly against his. He bites my bottom lip, dragging it back. I whimper as he lets it go. My tongue moves out of my mouth, and he mirrors the movement. Our tongues meet between us, slow licks dancing freely, letting us taste our fused desire.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, little whore. I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you so deep you’ll swear you can feel me stabbing at your heart.”

“Vinnie.” The word is nothing but a violent plea.

Retrieving the bloodstained knife from the couch, he smirks. “Hope you’re not too fond of this dress.” Holding the neckline, he drags the knife easily down the fabric, splitting it without resistance. The knife slides against my skin in a gentle kiss, not hard enough to draw blood but firm enough to leave his blood trailing over my skin. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he hums in his throat.

Left only in my lacy thong, Vincent looks up at me, eyes heavy-lidded. Flicking the knife at my hip, my thong rips away. He repeats the move on the other hip until my underwear bears no resemblance to what they once were.

“Turn your ass in the air for me. Let me fuck you like I own you.”

I stand. “You do own me.”

He growls. The sound travels from the very pit of his stomach, forcing its way through his lips.

Smiling, I turn, dropping my knees to the carpet. Glancing over my shoulder, I smirk before lowering my elbows to the floor. Sliding my arms out, I drag my tits along the carpet, tickling my nipples in a jagged caress.

His heat hits behind me. His rough fingers drag down my spine.

“Such a pretty little whore,” he muses. “So pretty. But so fucking filthy.”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t say speak,” he warns, a large palm coming up to grab my ass. “You’ll only make noise when I tell you to.”

I nod.

“Now you sayyes.”

“Yes,” I agree easily.

He laughs softly, his hand moving underneath me to drag along my slit. “My hands are bloody, and your pussy is wet.”

I bite my tongue, attempting to hide the shuddering breath wanting to escape.

He hears my struggle. “Good girl.”

Sliding his cock between my ass cheeks, he uses both hands to push my globes together, his hips moving back and forth.

“Maybe I should just let your gorgeous fucking ass jerk me off... How would you feel about that? No relief. No dick in your cunt. No fingers tickling your clit.”

I want to cry out in protest, but I rock my body forward and then back in a silent plea.

“It feels so good, though, little whore. Your sweet ass jerking me.” He groans long and loud.

I want to beg. I want to plead with him to slam inside me. My pussyaches. It throbs with the need tofeel.

Separating my cheeks, Vincent sighs. “Your swollen pussy is crying for me, though,” he murmurs to himself. “She’s slick with how greedy she is for my cock.”

Yes,I want to scream.So greedy.

He pulls away, and within seconds, he buries himself inside me with one hard thrust.

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