Vice Quotes

“to keep hold of. I hold onto it, ignoring the sting of the sharp edges cutting into my hand. Raise it between Viper and I. Dig it into the top of his chest and shoulder and cut. Viper pulls away from me, a line of bloody spit trailing between our lips and then breaking and falling between us. Then he looks to see what I’ve done. The cut isn’t deep. It’s actually rather shallow. Not going to even leave a mark once it’s said and done. But you wouldn’t know it based on the way blood gushes forth from it. I stick out my tongue. Seeming to know what I’m getting at, Viper removes his arm from where it’s holding me down and allows me to lean up and forward to clean the wound I inflicted. By now, the blood has begun to make a trail down his chest. So I catch it mid-chest on my tongue. Then lick my way back up to the still bleeding wound. I smear my lips against it, making a mess of blood in the area where the cut is. Pull away. Plant kisses on the wound while it continues to bleed. His entire body shudders, and he hits the wall next to my head, and I can’t help but preen at how much that tells me he likes it. Can’t help but moan as my pussy aches in painful wanting of his cock. Finally, I begin to clean the wound with my tongue. Licking the blood away until the bleeding has stopped, and there’s nothing there but a thin line of cut skin. At some point without my notice, Viper managed to take the sharp piece of glass out my bloody hand. I incorrectly assume he’s going to give me a cut of his own. Instead, he points the glass to his own chest. Hovers it above a scar. The remnant from where I shot him all those years ago. Then, without hesitation, he makes a slash”
― Michaela Jackson, Vice

“Gone is the naïve little girl I met when she was fourteen. Or the one who left me for dead and ran. Or the one I found hiding in small town near the Canadian border. She is a monster of my own making. Beautiful. Graceful. Unassuming. All of which only serves to make her dangerous. She is magnificent. And despite the fact that she’s admitted she was planning to kill me and might still decide to later, I don’t feel the need to be paranoid. My interests are her interests. And she’ll eliminate anything that gets in the way of those interests. Even if it’s me. She is the means of my downfall. A means I unwittingly created. I would gladly go down at her hands. If and until that happens, I’ll give her the world. And if she asks—hell, even if she doesn’t—I’ll burn it to the ground in her name.”
― Michaela Jackson, Vice