Chapter
11

She was a beautiful, broken monster. Covered in blood and wrapped in a sexy black number that was a wet dream, she sank to her knees with a look that stiffened my dick. Shit, though I hated her quiet acquiescence and craved her fight, I loved her violent storm. She slicked the blood down her front with no apology. Her stiff nipples pressed against the sticky material of her dress, and my mouth watered.

I was going to fuck the first woman I’d ever questioned was as crazy as me.

Right here, in the center of two dead bodies, I was going to claim her.

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparking as she challenged me. “Want to see how much he lied about my head skills?”

I gaped at her as she opened her mouth wide, rested her hands on her thighs, and waited. I almost came in my pants. I couldn’t get the button open and the zipper down fast enough. By the time I pulled my cock out of my black silk boxers, I didn’t give a shit if I had to cut my clothes off to get inside of her.

But I wasn’t stupid, either.

I carried the knife that had ended Jason tightly in my hand, and I made sure to press the blade to her throat. “You bite me, we’re going to hell together.”

She laughed, a dark, curling laugh that made my knees weak. Crazy bitch.

“I’m still waiting,” she answered.

So fucking be it.

I rested my free hand on the top of her head and rammed by cock down her throat. No one ever told me I didn’t know how to get what I want. She gagged on me, thick spit surrounding my cock and making the glide that much easier. Pretty. So fucking pretty with tears in her eyes, blood all over her, and a wild look.

“You can take more, can’t you? You want all that shit.”

I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I never did. I pushed harder, forcing three-fourths of my length into her mouth. The tight entrance to her throat resisted and then gave with a rough slip. Her eyes bugged, and I fucking couldn’t wait to come.

“Deep throat is an art, baby. But I’m going to make you a queen at it.”

I pulled from her, and she coughed spittle out of her mouth. The thin tendrils of spit clung to her chin and dripped down to her dress. Nasty. And I loved it.

“Open wide, and cover those teeth with your lips. You’ll bleed, but you’ll love it.”

Fuck me, but she did what I asked. Like a worshipper of some old god who needed tweaked-out virgins to satisfy him, she waited for me. My bloody little Valentine. I braced a few fingers from the hand holding the knife on her shoulder and slipped back into her heat. The ridged top of her mouth caressed my dick, and I groaned. Further. I needed to get in further. Sawing my hips back and forth, I pressed in. She dug her fingernails into her thighs but didn’t fight. No, not my Ash. She held my gaze, silently daring me to go on.

I’d take that fucking challenge.

“Deep breath.”

Her nostrils flared wide, and at the top of her inhale, I pinched her nose closed with my free hand and slammed to the back of her throat. Thick spit wrapped around my cock and spilled from the seal of her mouth, but I didn’t let her breathe. I didn’t give a shit about her gagging. I pushed harder, needing my groin to her face. I wanted her to take all of me, just like that fresh pussy of hers.

My muscles clenched as pleasure shot up from my balls and through my stomach. Her throat wrapped around my dick and it made my knees weak. Friction warmed the top of my cock, and my head nearly popped off. But she held on, her eyes sliding to half-mast. Her oxygen depleted, her body swayed, and her throat worked over my flesh.

“Right there. Dammit, Ash. Right fucking there.”

Her back buckled, but I didn’t release her. No, the callous fucker that I was, I helped her to the floor, following her down and never missing a stroke. I fucked her face until her head met the hard concrete. I straddled her face, knees on either side of her head. The awkward angle made it hard to hold the knife, so I tossed it away. Soon, she’d pass out, no chance of clamping down. My hand now free, I braced it on the cold floor above her head and worked my hips.

Hot, wet, tight, and twisted. That was how her mouth felt. My nerves jumped under my skin, electrified with her. She seeped into my pores, blasted away any memory of some pale imitation of woman flesh that came before her, and took me by storm. My head fogged; I only had one singular notion to watch her body go limp under my thrusts. As I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head, sweet agony raced up my spine. Her arms fell to her sides and her body simply stopped. Her throat gave and I slid home. My thick groin muscles pressed hard into her face, she couldn’t fight it. For one long moment, I rested there, amazed and taken by the feeling of her.

“You took it all. Such a good girl.”

She didn’t hear me. Nothing mattered. I ran my fingers through her hair and used her. Like a fucking doll. And I’d never felt better in my fucking life. I pulled out just to the tip and rammed back down. No resistance, no fight. Just open acceptance. I’d never felt anything like this. Wide-open and shaken, I pulled from her mouth.

She was nothing like I’d known before.

Nothing felt like it should. Instead of pure power over her, I fell under the pleasure. Instead of pride that I’d bested her, I swam into a sea of needing more. I wanted to feel her hands on me. Hear her cry out my name. Smell her sex intertwined with mine.

Caesar St. Clair had turned into a bitch, and it was all her damn fault.

“Fuck!”

“Caesar?”

I whirled around, my cock pointing out like a third fucking leg. I’d forgotten all about Sean.

“What?” I thundered.

“Is she dead?”

“Fuck if I know. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Sean glanced at me, questions in his eyes, but I had no answers. Nothing to give him. I didn’t understand it myself.

“Get the bodies out of here. I’ll take care of her,” I told him.

“You wouldn’t like me to take you home first?”

“No,” I said. My dick wasn’t going to down by itself, and my pet wasn’t allowed to die until I told her she could.

Fucking pain shot through my heart at that thought.

Fuck!

“Alright.”

Sean did as I ordered, and I sank back down to the floor. Ash still didn’t breathe. Nothing moved. I opened her legs wide and slid between them.

“Live for me, Ash. Fuck if I understand it, but live for me,” I whispered as I leaned over her.

My cock found its way to her warm flesh and I glided in. The path closed against me, but I was Caesar fucking St. Clair, and nothing said no to me. I hiked her legs up higher and gripped her hips. Forcing my cock into her, I hovered over her, my lips just on top of hers.

“I’ll breathe for you,” I promised her.

Soft. Nothing in me was soft, but in that moment, I gave her soft. I inhaled deeply and exhaled into her cooling mouth. Our lips sealed together as I breathed life into my pet. Instead of letting her go, instead of walking away after a fun time, I brought her back to life. When she didn’t take my breath, I punched her chest and forced air into her lungs.

“Wake up and take my cum.”

She seized and coughed, her face gaining color. Alive.

“You belong to me. Even the air in your lungs. Don’t die on me,” I warned her.

Confusion marred her golden eyes, but I fucked her. I fucked her because I couldn’t stop. I fucked her because I needed the air back that I’d given her.

I fucked her because I was too weak not to.

“Caesar.”

Nothing more than a sigh on her lips, my name filled the space between us.

“I’m here.”

“Thank you for slaying the monsters.”

Poor girl. I’d only slayed the weaker ones.

Didn’t she know the worst one was between her legs?

But I didn’t argue with her. Instead, I brought our mouths back together. Her tongue, hot with life, slid against mine, dueling for supremacy as I took her. My hands found their way to the top of her dress and I yanked the bloody material down. Her clammy breasts bobbed and fell into my hands. Molding them, I felt her nipples peak. Her pussy turned to lava, burning me with each pump. Gave. She gave in, her wetness letting me fuck her.

And when she wrapped her arms around me, I lost it.

I tweaked her nipples and released one of her breasts to force my hand around her body. Her slight weight warmed me as I pulled her tighter to me, gripping her close. Fuck, this was good. Bloody, dirty, and in the open. Sean’s clipped steps echoed around us, but I ignored him. He could have a free fucking show, but Ash was mine. He’d keep his hands to himself or I’d cut them off, useful or not.

“Open your legs wider,” I demanded.

She gapped her knees and planted her feet on the floor on either side of my hips. I heard the click of her heels as she maneuvered. I ground against her pussy, her fat little clit pressing into my groin.

“Do you like that?” I asked as she moaned.

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Pain slut. Like I’d told her.

“I want to feel that pussy come on me. I want you to fucking drench me.”

I moved harder against her, her back bowing under me. I watched her face, her mouth slack and her eyes barely open. Pleasure rippled through her, and I wondered how much it hurt … and how much that pain pushed her higher. Blindly, I reached for the knife I’d tossed away earlier. When my hand closed around the sticky hilt, I smiled.

“Let’s see how far you will go,” I told her.

I pressed the tip above her nipple and dragged it down across the stiff point. It wasn’t enough to cut her but enough to feel the bite.

“Caesar.”

That. Right. There.

She moaned my name.

I did the motion again, my cock twitching inside of her.

“Yes. Harder.”

My cock swelled as I dug the knife in to the tip. A red jewel of blood beaded and she screamed. Screamed and clenched my cock like a vise. I lost my shit. I couldn’t get far enough inside of her. I couldn’t fuck her fast enough. My hips worked back and forth at a rough, breakneck speed.

Then I sucked her bloody nipple into my mouth.

I exploded. My cum erupted and spewed deep inside of her.

I was fucking fucked.