4. Dante

CHAPTER 4

DANTE

I planned to leave her alone for the night to let her stew over what I did to her—to cry and lick her wounds—make what's coming next for her worse. Instead, I'm climbing the fire escape outside her dorm to get another look at her.

That monster inside of me that's been craving more blood is suspiciously quiet tonight. If anything, it just wants to be near her. Her little hands on my chest left behind phantom sensations. I'm not sure what to call it, but it's not pain, which is all I have felt in two years.

Her big modern windows make it exceptionally easy to watch as she tosses and turns. She's doing her best to sleep, and I'd give about anything to know what she thought about what I did to her tonight. For the first time in almost a year, my intended target has my full attention, and I'm not even slightly tempted to involve innocent bystanders.

Maybe I should kill her now, but my fingers are still sticky from her wet little cunt, and I want more of that.

I wanted to humiliate her and devalue her in a similar way to what she did to me, use her like a whore to show her that just like Rosario, she risked everything for nothing. She liked it so much I'm not sure why she was so worried about selling herself.

Showing her cunt to the room was intended to punish her. My enjoyment wasn't really a factor, given I haven't been lusting after her these last two years. I fucking hate the bitch and wanted payback. Destroying her before killing her is the only way to fix me. How was I supposed to know she'd be that pink and pretty inside? That her swollen little clit would feel so good under my fingers…

How fucking delicious it was and how dangerously horny her orgasm left me took me by surprise. I haven't gotten hard in years, and my cock throbs like a prepubescent teen seeing tits for the first time.

Killing her is still the plan, the nearly deranged way I want her won't alter that. I should do it now and get it over with, but my murders have never felt like a chore, and I don't want to create a bad habit. I don't want to lose out on the opportunity to feel that cunt squeeze me a few more times before she dies.

Maybe I'm a jealous monster when it comes to my prey. Maybe she owes me her cunt as well as her life. Either way, no one else will ever touch her again.

My dick twitches as I relive how tightly she squeezed my fingers as she came. It hasn't worked since she burned me, with the exception of occasional morning wood, but the pain is so intense it softens before I open my eyes.

Frankly, I didn't care. What does a monster need a dick for? It didn't factor into my revenge fantasies since I never considered fucking the men I killed before her.

If I had known she was a squirter, I might have tried a different approach. I've always been a sucker for that, and a palmful of her cum only complicated matters. Now all I can think about is violating her, the violent way I plan to take her, and deciding how and when I will do it. Can I walk away from her tonight without getting my dick wet?

She rolls over and opens the drawer on her bedside table. I can't see what she's doing in the darkness, but the rustling of fabric, a wet suction that reminds me of our time on the dance floor, and a soft buzzing perk up my ears.

"Fuck, Dante, I'm sorry," she groans as she works something between her legs. "Please don't kill me. I'll do anything. Your fingers feel so good."

The dirty little bitch is lying in her bed, fucking herself to thoughts of me.

A smile curls my lips, distorting the flesh around the right side of my mouth. I don't hold the expression for more than a second before my mouth drops open in disturbed shock. That wasn't malignant pleasure, it was a flash of… happiness. I like this little bitch fucking herself to me.

There's no fucking way I can survive that. I need to end this now.

I push open her window, and she's so distracted with her efforts she doesn't hear me. I slip through the night quietly, standing above her as her lips part and twitch, and the tip of her nose wriggles when something feels good. Without the distance separating us, I watch as she shoves the thicker end of the double-sided purple toy deep inside her. She whines like she wants more and it's not as good for her as my fingers were. Dirty little whore.

My hand slaps over her mouth, and her eyes fly open while my palm muffles her scream. My other hand wraps around her throat, silencing her and preventing her roommate from hearing. Digging my fingers into her neck, I wait the thirty or so seconds she takes to pass out, all the while reveling in the fear that flashes in those nearly gray eyes before they dull and slip closed.

She won't be out long, and I don't want to waste any time. I whip out my hard, leaking dick and flip her onto her stomach. Her cunt's already wet as I pull the toy out and replace it with my cock, sliding deep inside of her.

I haven't felt pussy in two years, and it's better than I remember. Each ridge of her G-spot grips me, and the squeeze of her walls is so tight, hot, and wet I nearly come inside her on the third thrust. It won't happen though. My pleasure is irrelevant to her torture.

She comes back to herself on a long moan. My cock must feel good inside her for the way she gasps and whines. The exposed side of her face shows her pretty blue eyes starting to open, but she can't turn far enough to see more than a glimpse of my face. I slap her cheek once, and her whining is cut off by my hand gripping her throat again. Her mouth opens and closes, her body bucks against me, then her eyes roll back and slip closed.

She groans, low and deep, hardening my cock even further as I fuck ruthlessly into her. I don't let go until she passes out and she's soft and pliable around my dick again. Fuck, it's so good.

Her body slackens, and rather than losing an inch of her cunt, my fingers dig into her thick hips to hold her in place. My balls slap her wet lips, and the warmth of her cunt feels so fucking good inside her I moan . Telling myself she doesn't hear my pleasure, I keep fucking. I don't want her to think she ever gave me anything but suffering.

Pulling a knife out of my pocket, I flip the blade open and press it to the side of her neck. It pierces her skin as I thrust. Fucking kill her now and let her bleed to death on my cock. I can come with no complicated emotions if she's dead. My ego can't take it the other way around.

I can do this. I want to. I press the tip a little harder, drawing another bead of blood, but I don't kill her. She wakes up while I wait too long to make a move, shrieking as the cold metal pierces her neck. She lets out a shrill cry, seeming to understand exactly what type of danger she's in.

"Dante, I'm sorry," she gasps. Her cunt clamps around me, and I wonder what about her lies turns her on so much. Or maybe it's the threat of death getting her going. What else turns her on? How many men has she fucked in the intervening years to find out, and how many will I have to kill after I'm done with her just because they touched what was mine?

I'm bigger than the average man in every way, so she's crushed beneath me. Her little cunt struggles to take all of my cock, but I don't relent until she's forced to swallow me whole. Slamming into her, I ignore the natural resistance of her walls, relishing her struggles.

"You're not as sorry as you're going to be, Little Backstabber."

"Please just do it fast," she begs, and I'm not sure what part she's referring to.

"I wasn't planning on rushing." I gather her hands in mine and hold them above her head as I press the blade into the back of her neck, splitting the skin and hardening further as she cries in earnest. Fucking her slow, I drag the blade down her back, splitting her skin open from her nape to the dimples just above her ass, enjoying the spread of her blood as she struggles.

"Do you want to die with my cock in your pussy or your ass."

I'm expecting her to cry or beg, not actually answer.

"Do you like my pussy or my ass more?"

I nearly come.

"Don't fucking play with me, Tatiana."

"If this makes it up to you, I'll die with you in whatever hole you want."

I'm so thrown by her response I'm not sure what to do. Between her begging for my forgiveness while she fucked herself, and this, I'm realizing she's a more formidable adversary than I thought. She's almost able to make me believe her bullshit. What an amazing liar.

Using the blood spilling down her back, I slicken her tight asshole but don't bother to stretch it before working the head of my cock in. She cries as I do, pretty tears clinging to her lashes. Her asshole is soaked in blood as my dick takes a small measure of what I'm owed. I'm sure it's not the first cock she's had in here; she's taking it too well for that.

"Time to die, Little Backstabber." Her heart pounds so hard it thumps through her ass and into my cock. Lining the blade up with her throat, I remember I planned to cut off her head. I guess I still can. Cutting her into as many pieces as I want later will be my gift to myself.

Then the filthy bitch whines, and the ring of muscle in her ass clamps around me so tight it's nearly painful. She shakes and cries as she orgasms with my cock deep in her ass, and I decide she can die tomorrow night, on the anniversary of my accident. The knife drops beside us, and I spill my first orgasm in two years directly into her blood-soaked ass. Fuck , for a minute, I don't feel an ounce of pain.

This is bad.

An impossible moment of quiet passes before she starts sobbing, and her whole body shakes with me still inside her. I feel the same.

"You didn't kill me, why didn't you kill me?" She's disappointed, and I'm too stunned to make sense of her reaction. "It was going to be over, I would have paid for what I did." She lets out another pathetic sniffle and a heaving breath.

"I have no fucking clue."

Why didn ' t I kill her?

I rip my cock out of her ass and leave the fake, lying bitch to her own devices before her pathetic tears soften me the way her juicy little cunt hardened my cock.