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I raised the wrist with my device. "Sam didn’t think you’d be able to do it by yourself. I came to help." I glanced down at the smears and slabs of red, gray, white, and brown that used to be a human body. "It looks like he was incorrect." I looked into her eyes. "I knew he would be."
Absently, she rubbed her hands on her pants, leaving smears of crimson. "It was easy. He was already hurt and I think he had an infection or something."
A few more steps brought me right in front of her. "Did you like it?" I’d seen her touching herself. Her pleasure at seeing it was obvious, but I wanted to hear her say it.
Dahlia swallowed hard, glanced at the body and then back at me. "I did. Yeah."
Without another word, I reached forward and grabbed the bottom of her bra and lifted it up. She didn’t fight me, instead, she raised her arms letting me pull it completely off.
"What did you do to him first?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper, my fingers trailing up her stomach.
"I hit him with a chair."
"And then?" A finger circled her nipple, making her shiver.
"I cut his tongue off and shot pepper spray in his mouth."
I’d watched it happen through the window, but hearing her say it? Knowing that she was accepting what the house offered and the power it instilled? It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard in my life. It was something few people ever truly embraced. In my time here it was one of the things that made it all worth it.
"I want to fuck you, Dahlia. Right here. Right now."
The muscles in her jaw rippled as she clenched her teeth. "Do it. I want you too."
That was all it took. I was on her. My lips pressed to hers, my hands finding her breasts, the milky soft skin of her body like water in a desert. I’d never known how much I could want someone. Until Dahlia, I’d never thought I would want someone.
She wanted me too. Her blood smeared hands shoved my pants down to my thighs, freeing my cock. With the pendulous flesh already rock hard, her fingers slipped around me and stroked as I kissed her. Blood slicked hands sliding up and down my shaft made my head spin. Crimson streaks colored the length of my cock as she worked on me. A sense of desire stronger than anything I’d ever experienced rushed through me. Animalistic and powerful, a feral and brutal need that shoved aside any morals or human thought. All I could think of was being inside her, then and there. Fuck anything else.
It only took a few seconds for us to get naked, each of us grunting and breathing heavily as we stripped the remaining clothes off each other. The heart in my chest was hammering like thunder inside my ribs. I pulled Dahlia to the ground, pushing her to her back. She rested in the expanding pool of blood, the ruby colored liquid rippled as she lay back in it, completely unconcerned. Lying on my stomach in the same pool, I pressed my mouth against her pussy, shoving my tongue into her. She tasted sweet and salty, like life and death, pleasure and pain. I feasted on her.
Dahlia slid her hands in the blood, arching her back and pressing her hips to my mouth as I sucked at her clit. My cock pressed painfully into the hard floor as she rocked her pelvis against my face. I fucked her with my tongue, shoving it deep into her.
"Fuck me, Drake."
Pulling my face away, I moved to my knees, nestling myself between her legs. Dahlia rubbed blood onto her breasts, smears and fingerprints everywhere. The look in her eyes was one of wild abandon. She looked so goddamn gorgeous, I couldn’t help myself. I slammed my cock into her, making her gasp. I buried myself inside her, balls deep, crushing myself into her. My knees slipped and slid in the blood, our bodies brushed against the dead man beside us as I fucked her.
While Dahlia moved her hips in circular motions grinding her pussy against my dick, I ran my hands through the blood. It was still warm, almost satiny in its texture; the viscous fluid was sexy in a way I couldn’t even comprehend. Grasping her nipples, my fingers slipped and slid, pinching and tugging at her.
Dahlia looked down, watching my hands work as I coated her in more blood. "Holy fuck." She clenched her teeth and looked up into my eyes. "That’s so hot. Fuck me hard, Drake."
Urged on by her words, I gripped her breasts and slammed into her harder, my knees aching against the wood floor, but the pain made it all even better.
Dahlia reached between us and rubbed at her clit while I rammed her pussy with my cock again and again.
"Harder. Make—" she gasped, "make it hurt. I want it."
A growl erupted from my throat. I reached forward and wound my hand into her hair, tugging it hard, forcing her head to turn, to gaze at the ruined body on the floor. I moved harder than ever, our skin slapping hard with each thrust, blood mixing with our sweat and the moisture dripping from her cunt.
"Look at him," I grunted. "You did that. Look how strong you are." I moaned as my orgasm began to build. "You’re the strong one now."
Veins bulged at Dahlia’s neck. Her face went red with exertion, her jaw dropped open, and she screamed. Not a shout of terror or horror, but one of pure abject pleasure and release. Her eyes were locked on the chopped up and eviscerated body of the man she’d killed. The look on her face was a beautiful mask of ecstasy. That look and the sound of her climax brought about my own orgasm.
A moan almost as loud as a shout erupted from my throat as my cock pulsed and twitched inside her. I continued to slam into her. Dahlia's body shivered as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her. She clawed at my chest with her bloody fingers as my balls emptied into her.
At last, both of us spent, I collapsed onto her. We quivered as the last vestiges of ecstasy surged across our bodies. Circular patterns appeared on her skin as I ran my bloody fingers across her. She was something new. Something that surprised and pleased me in a way I could barely understand.. No one had ever had the kind of effect on me that she did. Never. It was almost too much for me to understand. All I knew was that I didn’t want to lose her.
Chapter 12
DAHLIA
