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Also dedicated to that one hater who said I should never write horror again: I’m back, bitch!
Halloween should start with pussies dripping cum, and it should end with blood on a blade. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.
“Those are my favorite ones.” He hums, moving his hand from my breast to the side of my face. “When I make you come so hard, it looks painful for you.”
“When you look at me like that, I wanna give you the world.” He cups my face in his hand, but I can’t help it when I get that anime twinkle in my eyes. I just love him so fucking much. “You already have,” I remind him.
“It’s Halloween.” I shrug. He grabs me by the waist in one fell swoop and shoves me against a cell, the metal bars rattling behind me. I look up at him through my eyelashes, batting them for the full effect. It’s going to be a long night, and I already know it'll be impossible to keep my hands off him. “Do not,” he threatens quietly in my ear, “make me fuck you in front of inmates on our anniversary.”
He may have a PhD in plant biology, but I’m a doctor in brat with a focus on pushing his buttons.
“You know how the readers get when there’s too much smut and not enough plot.”
He’s worth it. Rest in peace, bitch. Here lies Camila. She died sucking giant soda can-sized dick.
“I will follow you to the edge of madness, Darkling. Just tell me when it’s time to leap.”
Hi, I’m the danger. Please back the fuck up, because I’m easily overstimulated.
“Weak. I’d rather stuff my pussy full of microfiber towels. Chainsaw him, Daddy!”
Cock can be better than codeine, if administered correctly.
“Stay right here.” Demetri hums in my ear, and with a firm grip on my hips, he slams his cock inside me. My head goes numb, rays of lightning striking in my vision, my body shaking at just the feel of him sheathing himself inside me. He’s always so goddamn thick, so fucking hard, just so much. “I can feel you everywhere.” It comes out between pants. “Good. I’m going to carve my name into your soul.” He slides his hand over the side of my head, raking his fingers through my hair. “I want to be so far inside you that I change your composition. I love you, Darkling.”
“Marry me.” He slides the mask up his forehead before he pulls the ring out of his pocket. Every ounce of oxygen leaves my lungs. Two little words. My whole world spins under me.
“Be with me, in the deranged and in the sane. We do it together. To the end.”
Demetri folds one finger down at a time, carving the shape of a fist into the man’s hand, before they spread open again. The promise he's making is dangerous, but it only sends hot lava rushing between my legs. I close my eyes and drop my head back. “I don’t think so, Darkling. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you with a dead man’s fist.” I’m a puddle, I’m goo, I don’t know what I am, but I’m a blob of fluid slime and there’s no way to contain all the wet that is me. Splash, splash.
Every time he revs that chainsaw, I want to crawl up his body and fuck his face.
