Page 37 of Bloody Quarter

The pulse was jumping in the side of her neck, which matched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I pushed the tip of my cock into her and bit back a groan as the intense heat and her tight pussy squeezed me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” She felt like a damn virgin as I fought to thrust my cock into her.

Alora gasped and closed her eyes. “Jesus, fuck….”

At the halfway mark, I gave up being nice and growled as I pushed the rest of my cock into her vice of a pussy. I shuddered, and sweat broke out on my back.

“Ah! Fuck, oh my god,” she yelled in my ear as she tensed and yanked on the chains holding her hands. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “So big.”

“It’s better to rip off the bandage,” I said and pulled back, slamming into her while she jerked again.

“Too much,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Breathe, Doll.” I stopped. “You weren’t a virgin, right?” She shook her head no. But I wished she hadn’t told me the truth. Now all I could think of was crushing the guy’s skull who took her virginity while I fucked her and made her scream beside his dying body. The rage was boiling within me, and my arms shook as I gripped the edge of the coffin.

Pulling out again, I slammed all the way in, and this time, she didn’t tense as much but still swore. “Good girl, now scream for me,” I ordered and fucked her hard, giving in to the need coursing through my body. Each thrust brought me closer to coming, but it was the sound of her screaming that tightened my balls.

I rose up, moving faster and harder. Alora felt incredible. I couldn’t get enough and knew that I’d happily fuck her like this all day, every day. There was a shift in her that I recognized as her screams changed from pain to pleasure. Alora’s eyes went wide when I laid my sliced hand over her mouth.

“Lick the cut you made, drink me down, Doll. Drink the blood you drew.” Her tongue tentatively ran along my palm, and I fought off the urge to come as she tasted me. Fuck, she was perfect. “Good girl, now come for me. Come on my cock”

Her breathing picked up, and her tongue kept in time with each thrust. Alora moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. I waited until she was starting to crest into what I could feel would be a powerful orgasm.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I stared for a moment, transfixed by the sight of my blood smeared on her face.

“Oh, God…Greyson, oh….” Her movements became frantic, and I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Picking up the knife, I waited until she started to scream, pleasure gripping her, and then, with a precise strike, I stabbed the knife through the palm of her hand. Alora’s eyes snapped open. She screamed from the intense pleasure that was too far along to stop and the pain that was now searing through her body. The two mingled and became one. Right on cue, she not only came again, but she squirted. The force almost pushed me out of her pussy. Her face was contorted from the dual sensations. I continued to fuck her, riding out her orgasm, the sound of her whimpers and our bodies coming together loud in the cavernous space.

As soon as she slumped in the chains, I yanked the knife free and held it up to show her before licking the sharp blade clean. She moaned, and the sound filled me with more pride than I’d ever felt in my entire life. Not even one of my kills satisfied me like this.

Pulling free of her, I quickly unlocked all the cuffs and picked her limp body up. I loved that she laid her head against my chest. Walking her into the next chamber, Jon was still swinging. I kicked him, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Good, you’re not dead yet.” I sat Alora down on the floor and gripped her chin in my hand. Her hazy expression made me smirk. “Get on your knees.” She didn’t argue. Holding her bloody hand to her chest, she got up on her knees and wavered a little like she was indeed intoxicated.

Grabbing my cock, I stroked it hard and fast. It didn’t take very long for the climax I’d been holding back to build. I kicked Jon again. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to see this.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Open your mouth, Doll,” I growled, loving that she not only opened her mouth but stuck her tongue out. “Oh fuck, yes…fuck me…such a good girl.” The first pulse of come landed on her cheek, and the second hit her mouth and chin. By the time I was done, my doll looked like she’d been painted with my come. Her eyes were closed, and taking a chance, I stepped forward and tapped my cock on her tongue. “Lick it clean, Doll.”

My head tossed back, and I groaned as she sucked my cock into her mouth without question. She could hardly take half before choking, but damn, it was a valiant effort. She dutifully licked the entire length of my cock.

Stepping back, I wiped the come that was blocking her vision. As soon as she locked eyes with me, I sucked my thumb into my mouth. I knew she wasn’t the only one in trouble. I wanted to keep her, not just use her. She was mine.

“I always keep my promises, Doll. Remember that.” She nodded. “Such a good girl.”

Alora

I sucked in a deep breath, and my eyes snapped open as I tried to wipe away the confusion. My arms were around Greyson’s neck as he finished lowering me into a tub of warm water that felt glorious surrounding my aching body.

“Hi there, Doll. How are you feeling?” He lifted my cuffed wrists over his head, and I eased back into the tub. I sucked in a sharp breath as the water hit the wound on my hand. Before we left the crypt, Greyson had sterilized it and put some sort of white tape he said would help it heal, then wrapped it up.

“I’m not sure, but saying I feel like I’ve been run over by a train wouldn’t do it enough credit,” I said, wincing as I stretched out my legs. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t have scrapes or bruises. Going a round with Mike Tyson would’ve been easier. He would’ve just knocked my ass out, but this…this was a slow and deliberate torture designed to wear me down.

“I’ll take care of some of that right now,” he said as he stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, and I wanted to cry at the thought of having sex again already. Greyson laughed. “I’m not fucking you. I just don’t want to get my shirt soaked.” I slumped against the tub.

“Thank you,” I said, my eyes fluttering closed. He could kill me right now, and I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop him. A soft moan left my lips as he used a washcloth and slid it over my stomach. His hand was efficient and yet tender. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“This?” Opening my eyes, I searched his face as he lifted my leg from the water and added more soap before gently running the cloth up and down. The red paint dripped off and discolored the water. “You just chopped a man up, stabbed me, and now here you are playing nurse. Why haven’t you killed me?” My bottom lip trembled, but I was too fucking tired to cry. “Just tell me what you want with me.”