Chapter 49

It's Dark Night, and I'm wrapped around Hell on the front of his bike. With my arm securely around his shoulder, he speeds through the carnival, dodging frantic people running for their lives. As we pass them, I laugh and shoot a nail gun with my free hand. Each hit sends a jolt of exhilaration through me, their blood-curdling screams filling the air, and I relish the sensation of it.

I rock my hips against Hellion's cock with no panties, smothering his neck with my tongue and lips, pulling a growl from him. He slows the bike down, one of his hands slipping to my ass where he rips a hole in my tights with frustration.

"Finger my pussy; let's see how many people I can kill until I am coming on your bike and hand," I murmur seductively in his ear, the thrill of horror making me feel aroused.

He suddenly hits the brakes, and I tighten my legs around him, so I don't fly off. He wastes no time, dipping his hand between my thighs. He snatches the front of my throat, pushing me back over the handlebars and tugs my corset down until one of my breasts pops free, neither of us giving a shit who could be watching.

The mayhem surrounding us seems to blur as he slides his fingers into my wet pussy and immediately starts to bang them into me. He grabs my tit, viciously attacking it with his mouth, and I try to glance around to make sure no one tries to kill us.

"Fuck yes, harder, baby," I moan out loudly, my back arching.

He continuously hits the right spot, my eyes rolling back, and I start to hyperventilate. The sensation of fear, arousal, and his delicious movements make me build rapidly.

When I open my heavy eyes, I notice more people, and I shoot with my head upside down, hitting them.

"One."

"Two."

"Three…"

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuckkkk…" I scream out, mingling with their shrieks of agony as they fall to the ground.

I lift my head in a daze, hearing someone approaching behind Hell. When I see a woman attempting a sneak attack, a surge of frustration courses through me. With rapid movements, I raise the nail gun and unleash a flurry of nails, plowing them into her face.

"FOUR!" I throw my head back over the handlebars, my pussy dripping all over his seat, and he yanks the other side of my corset down, moving on to destroy my other pierced nipple.

I lace my hand through his hair, taking a handful, and his fingers become ruthless. I let out an embarrassingly untamed moan that echoes through the carnival. I feel him grab the nail gun, and as he continues to plunge his fingers into me to push me over the edge, he lets off some rounds.

"Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…" he say rapidly with every shot.

The chaos around us intensifies, the sounds of screams and weapons being unleashed blend into a symphony of destruction. My climax crashes over me, waves of pleasure merging with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Hell's fingers drive deeper and deeper until I'm a quivering mess.

As soon as I am finished, he rips his fingers out of me, grabbing my throat and forcing me to sit up. In my orgasmic state, I try to focus on his swirling eyes, dark with desire and intensity.

"Now, run, run, run, my slutty Dolly. Run as fast as you can, because when I get my hands on you, I won't stop screwing every hole you have," he growls his feral rhyme.

I bite my bottom lip with a grin, the thrill of his words sending a shiver down my spine. Hopping off the bike, I feel his gaze burning into me, watching my every move. I take off running, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. I glance back, a big smile on my face, and hear him rev his engine, darkness stirring in his spiral eyes before speeding toward me.