Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

She bites her lip, still holding her breath as she stares at me, realizing how big of a mistake she just made. I still my cock inside her.

“I want to make you bleed. I want you to know your body is mine to do as I please. And now that you’ve offered your body so willingly to me, you’re mine, forever.”

She sucks in a breath when I say forever, and I take the moment to scar her body. The knife pierces her skin at her neck, spilling red blood onto her glorious neck.

“Fuck!” she cries out as the pain hits her. I drive my cock inside her, hitting the glorious spot inside that will mark this moment not only with pain but pleasure.

My tongue laps over the cut, moving the blood over her neck while I continue to fuck her.

Tears trickle down her cheek, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She doesn’t tell me to go to hell. She doesn’t curse me at all.

She lets me fuck her.

I grab her neck, smearing the blood across her perfect skin as I do. I squeeze and watch the panic rise in her eyes as she can’t catch her breath.

I fuck her harder, faster until she is mine completely. Mine to keep alive. Mine to make come. Mine to let die.

“Come, princess.”

“I—”

“Come.” I don’t want to hear any words exce

pt her glorious screams as she comes.

I loosen my grip on her neck and dive my head down to kiss her and bring her back to life. She moans into my mouth taking my oxygen from me. And then she comes, screaming my fucking last name. The only name she knew to call me for all those weeks when Dante thought she was his. She was never his; she was always mine.

I shoot my cum into her tight cunt. Marking her again as mine. As soon as I finish, I take the knife and cut her arms and legs free.

And then I wait for the slap. I wait for the curse. I wait for the yelling.

Instead, she cries.

Shit.

I really did break her.

I run to the bathroom, grab a wet washcloth and some band-aids to heal her.

I sit carefully on the bed next to her as she cries more tears. Her hands are gripping her neck where blood still oozes.

I slowly push her hands down as I press the washcloth to her skin.

“I’m sorry. My monster is horrible. I’m sorry I hurt you. You should have told me to stop, and I would have.”

Gia stops crying almost instantly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

I frown. “Your neck is bleeding. Your body is pink and red where I struck you. Your pussy is battered after how roughly I fucked you without making sure you were ready for me. I hurt you.”

She pushes my hand down.

“No, you didn’t. I thought you would. I was prepared for it. I thought after talking with Adela that I hated you. I just needed you to push me a little harder, and I would hate you forever. I knew you would push me far and rip me to pieces. I thought doing so would fill me with enough anger, all I would focus on going forward is the need to get my revenge on you.”

I nod, understanding her need for revenge. I used her tonight to get my revenge.

“But I don’t hate you.”

“How? You must hate me.” I hate me.