Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

Her eyes flicker with every word.

“I don’t believe you,” she says, but her eyes focus in on the camera. She thinks she knows who I am, but she’s never seen what turns me on. What I crave more than anything.

I walk toward her, my mind racing with all the horrendous things I want to do to her body. Whip her, bite her, suffocate her, cut her, fuck her. I want to mark her body. I want her to know she is mine. I want her to follow my every command. I want to know every inch of her body.

“You should,” I say, grabbing the whip and hitting her smooth stomach with it.

She arches her back against the sharp pain, and she groans quietly, low in her throat. It’s enough to make me hard in an instant and forget everything shitty about this day.

I strike her again, this time over her throbbing pussy. I get the reaction I need. A sharp cry followed by her body writhing against the rope keeping her body in position for me.

Normally, I would be able to be patient with her. Take my time to bring each strike. Take my time with each method of torturing her body. But today, I’m too worked up. I need to do everything to her body all at once. Afterward, I will take my time. My breathing has quickened, and my pulse is a venom shooting through my body with the need to own her body as no man has before.

She’s going to hate me.

She raises her eyebrow like she knows I might back down. I might stop. We both want me to continue, just for entirely different reasons.

I can’t stop. Not unless she says no.

“Please,” she begs. It’s not a plea to stop; it’s a plea to continue.

I toss the whip on the floor after striking her body several more times, watching her perfect flesh turn pink in every place I hit her. And every time I’m rewarded with a cry, a groan, and, once, a tear. It hurts, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.

I love her cries, it feeds the darkness, but when I climb up on the bed and find her thighs wet with her desire, I lose my fucking mind. She likes my darkness.

I can’t wait to be inside her. So I grab her hips and take her all at once, my cock driving inside her.

She winces from the pain, but I don’t give her time to rest. I fuck her hard as my mouth devours her breasts. I bite hard on her nipple.

And I know she would have slapped me if her hands were free. Her body jerks at the sharp pain.

“Want me to stop, princess?”

I lick her nipple, softening the pain before I strike again.

“Never,” she whispers, but I’m not sure even she believes her own words.

I grin before biting down hard again. I move my mouth up, needing to leave a permanent mark with my teeth, branding her as mine. I bite down hard on the fleshy part of her breast.

“Fuck you, Conti!”

Just the reaction I was hoping for. My dick grows harder inside of her, reaching depths I haven’t explored yet.

I’ve tied her up, beaten her, exposed her to other men, and bitten her. But it’s not enough. She feels the pain. She’s experienced what I’m capable of. But she’s not been terrified.

I kiss her roughly, our tongues tangling and fighting with each other, telling me everything she is feeling. She’s feeling a lot of emotions right now, but the main emotion she pushes through is determination. Don’t stop.

Never.

The words she spoke earlier ring in my head. Never is a long time.

I grab the knife, the last of the toys for tonight. I bring it to her neck, and she freezes. The knife scares her. I knew it would. I’ve seen the fear in her eyes when Dante used it on her before.

I let her feel the cold metal against her neck. Let her know her life is in my hands. How easy it would be for me to kill her if I wanted to.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, surprising us both with my compliment at this moment.

I swallow hard, needing to see her bleed.