Chapter 22

This is depraved. Here I am, on my fucking knees, branding her with my knife and she's moaning like my tongue is deep in her pussy…again, instead of where it's lapping the crimson that drips onto her thigh.

I may be fucking sick for doing this to her but she's just as fucking sick for liking it.

Judging by the way I can smell her arousal building as the sharpened steel continues to break the delicate barrier of her skin, she more than likes it…she loves it. Just like I knew my good little hellcat would.

I bet if I stop right now– mid carving– she'd be moaning my name, begging me for more. Fuck, just the thought of her panting and needy makes even more blood rush to my cock. She's so sexy when she's angry and flustered, it's why I'll never tire of playing these games with her.

Angling the knife upward, I carefully drag the tip to finish the jagged smile on her tattoo. Droplets of blood gather from each broken seam of her flesh, making her somehow look even more delicious than she already does.

Like a vulture craving its prey, I extend my tongue to where the tip of the knife grazes her thigh. Flicking the forked flesh onto the edge of the smile I just etched into her skin, I peer up at her reveling in the way her body melts under my sadistic touch.

I hear her try to stifle a needy moan as I lick up her wound. Pressing a gentle kiss on her bloodied flesh, I part my lips to speak. "You liked that, didn"t you little hellcat?" I ask, my gaze glued onto her.

Her lip's part as her chest heaves from the twisted pleasure that is coursing through her veins, but she doesn't answer.

Dragging the pad of my torn tongue, I continue licking her blood, its iron tang mixed with the already sweet taste of her skin is intoxicating. "Answer me," I command, dropping the knife to the ground as my teeth press into her thigh. She yelps, but again, it sounds like it's more out of pleasure than pain.

Grabbing hold of her ass with both hands, I squeeze at her supple flesh, feeling myself become rock hard with need.

Another moan escapes her lips, this time louder and more primal.

"Oh, little hellcat," I begin to taunt. "Answer me," I command as my palm sears itself to her ass, spanking it.

"No," she whimpers in protest, making me lift my palm again, this time crashing it against her already reddened skin harder.

"Tsk, tsk, little liar." Shifting my hand to her center, I dip my finger to where the fabric is still open above her pussy. "You're practically dripping," I breathe, stationing my face just inches from her wet cunt. "Such a needy little whore. Was coming in my mouth while you slept not enough for you?" I taunt causing another breathy moan to sound from her parted lips.

Needing another taste of her, I release the hold my fingers have, slipping them into my mouth. Fuck, she tastes like everything I want but shouldn't. Like a poisonous apple begging to be bitten. I can't contain myself any longer. If I don't have her bent over one of these headstones fast, I'm going to fucking explode.

Popping my fingers out of my mouth, I swipe my tongue across my lips, moving it far enough that the split tips trace against where her arousal drips. Her hips buck forward as her hand presses against the back of my head as she tries to drive my mouth closer to her sex. But I break her hold, altering my stance from my knees to my feet as my mouth trails her body, pressing messy, needy kisses at her abdomen that's trapped beneath the smooth leather of her bodysuit, until my tongue is centered at her ample cleavage.

My palms move to either side of her tits, squeezing them together, so my tongue becomes lost in her cleavage. Curling my fingers, I begin to lower the leather that rests at the middle of her breasts that barely covers her pierced nipples, freeing them for my mouth to devour.

Apparently, I'm not moving fast enough because her delicate fingers meet my calloused ones as she yanks at it herself, lowering it down so my tongue has free rein on her hardened peaks.

"Boogeyman," she pants. Her voice, raspy and breathless, drives an intense ache through my cock.

My grip shifts from her tits up to the crown of her head, tightening around her thick, onyx hair as I tilt her head back, exposing her neck to my mouth. Trailing kisses up to her ear, I can feel her pulse quickening as she tries to fight this sinister entity that exists between us. "Yes, final girl?"

"What are you doing?" she whispers, my mouth now kneading the tender flesh of her lobe before bringing my lips to the shell of her ear.

"What do you want me to do to you?" I groan, wanting nothing more than for her to tell me how bad she wants my pierced cock deep inside of her.Fucking her senseless.

Her lip becomes trapped beneath her teeth, as she's trying her hardest to suppress the desire that radiates throughout her body.

"Answer me, before I answer for you," I command.

She sucks in a breath. It's adorable how much she's fighting this. My stubborn little hellcat just can't bring herself to admit that she wants this.

"Last chance." My voice drags, dying to hear whatever filthy, vile thing that she's trying to suppress.

"Fine," she expels a disgusted sigh. "Fuck me like you want to kill me," she breathes, sounding equal parts guilty as she sounds turned on.

Ha, there's my little needy slut ready to play.

Licking my lips, I trap her in my arms. "Only if you cum like you hate me," I retort, accepting her challenge by sweeping her up and over my shoulder. "Can you do that for me, pretty girl?"

"Yes," she whispers. "Just make it rough," she pleads.

"I wouldn't dream of fucking you any other way," I grin, excitement rippling through my body because, if we are going to fuck here, there is only one place that would do our debauchery justice and I know just the spot.

As I continue to walk with her body slung over my shoulder, I feel her shaking her head, shifting the hold I have on her.

"Hurry up, before I change my mind," she scoffs.

Oh no you don't.

My grip on her intensifies, my fingers digging into where I hold her.

"Nice try little hellcat, but your dripping cunt speaks louder than your lying mouth."

Moving her from my shoulder to where she now stands in front of me, trapped beneath my touch on either arm, I lower my head, so it hovers the side of her face. Moving her with an iron hold towards the grave, I whisper in her ear.

"I told you before. Your days as Katrina Van Tassel are numbered. There is no escaping that. Your death and your life are mine, but right now I just want your body thrashing against me, like it was meant to do," I groan, continuing to move her willing body to the slate tombstone.

Pressing her torso against the smooth, cold slate, I center my palm at her lower back, so her body is draped and ready for me to fuck.

"Damn, do you look good surrounded by death. Now, show me how bad you want my cock inside of you."

Fully expecting her to fight me, like she has a tendency of doing, she surprises me by spreading her legs wide. With one elbow on the edge of the tombstone, she brings her other hand to her pussy and begins swirling her fingers at her clit.

"That's my girl," I praise her. Loosening the buckle of my pants, I drag the belt through the loops of my pants purposefully slow, admiring the way her hands are rubbing at her slippery entrance.

My fingers glide against the zipper of my pants so I can free my cock that's begging to be trapped in her tight, warm, walls.

Fisting my length, I take the precum that gathers at the tip and paint her ass cheek with it. She moans before clearing her throat. "Maddox," she begins, her voice sounding uncharacteristically hesitant.

"Yes, hellcat?" I ask, fisting my cock moving closer to her entrance. My fingers move from my stiff length to where her hand is stationed at her pussy. "My turn," I groan, swatting her hand away. I dip my fingers into her plump warmth, feeling my cock getting harder by the fucking second. I stretch her cunt with my three large fingers before sliding them out and over to her clit, smacking them down to spank her wet entrance.

"You were saying?" Pressing my body against hers pinning her torso further against the tombstone, her body falls forward as I lean closer to her ear. My hand that's slick with her arousal travels to my cock, as I fist my length once more, coating her slick warmth between the barbells.

"Make it hurt," she pleads.

"Oh, it will. Remember this changes nothing. You already know how I feel and that's not fucking changing," I breath against her neck, letting the words sink in.

Her back arches as my hardened cock teases her entrance, just waiting for her to respond so I can time when I slam into her.

"Good," she begins, cueing me to drive my first thrust into her.

She squeals as the pierced ridges on my cock begin to stretch her tight pussy.

"Let me feel how much I hurt you," she whimpers. "Make it hurt, Maddox."

Her breathy plea, like poison and medicine to my system all at once, is all I need to unleash on her. Her body begins to unravel, just as I want it to. Anger and arousal. Trauma and need all begin to consume me as I drive harsh thrust after thrust into her. The tension that exists between us, mixed with her blood that lingers on my tongue becomes too much. I hate how good she feels. I hate how much I fucking need her to feel alive.

Maintaining my pace into her warm, tight cunt, I reach my hand down to the chains that I always have draping at my side and in a swift motion I release them from where they are stationed at the loops of my pants. They begin to jingle, complementing the soundtrack our bodies are making against each other.

"Look at you. Such a good fucking slut, taking my cock like it was made to punish you," I rasp, securing one end of the chain, leaning forward so it drapes onto her chest. My grip tightens, pulling either side of the chain tight within my grasp so the steel links press against her neck, like the reigns to a dark chariot.

Her moans shift, turning to a muffled gasp as her pussy begins to practically drip down my leg. Of course, she likes the chains.

Fisting the cool links in one hand, feeling her warm walls tighten as they clamp down on my cock. She is close, I can fucking feel it.

Driving aggressive thrusts into her, making sure the cool metal rungs that adorns my cock scratch at her plump walls, I lean my weight, so the scruff that lines my cheek brushes against hers.

The way our bodies slam and press against the tombstone feels intoxicating, damning even, and when I feel her pussy begin to pulse, it sends vibrations through my cock, making me want to burst with her.

Hand still on the chain, I take my other hand, sneaking it through the small opening between where her thighs bounce against the slate. I can feel her pussy throbbing, so close to release. Fingers anchored at her clit, I begin to circle and massage her bundle of nerves.

"That's it, lean into your dark side, hellcat." I murmur. "That's where you feel at home isn't it? With your darkness…with me."

"Yes," she pants. Orgasm no longer on the horizon but now rippling through her body. Her pussy suffocates my cock, squeezing my orgasm from me. Fuck, it feels so good fucking her the way I've always wanted to: raw, with my cum spilling inside of her, so she can wear my release as a form of branding that marks her as mine.

Of course, I had to study up on her routine beforehand to make sure she was on birth control. So, it was all systems go when I discovered that she prefers to take her birth control nightly with a hefty pour of Cabernet. Probably not the wisest combination, but who am I to judge. As long as I get to spill my load into her, I don't give a fuck how she takes it.

My cock still pulsing in her pussy, I break the silence that now lingers between us. "You know what the best part about fucking you on the grave that started our story is?" I ask, and I can feel her spine stiffen.

"Get off me," she says, voice quivering.

My hand grazes her ass, squeezing it one more time before I reply. "Not even a please? Sheesh," I chide before slowly sliding out of her.

Immediately she moves away from me, shimmying up the now useless material of her bodysuit so it partially covers her curves. "What the fuck are you talking about, Maddox?" she asks, jaw tense.

I don't respond to her just yet. I like when she has to sweat things out. I feel her heated stare on me as I lift my pants up, slowly zipping them while the silence thickens. My chin tilts in the direction of the grave I just fucked her on. "Take a look for yourself."

Hesitancy flits across her brow as she moves to the other side of the gleaming slate. Her eyes widen as she mouths the name etched into the tombstone.

Ethan Campbell.

"You have fucking problems," she spews, sounding a bit too judgmental for my liking especially considering she's the one who fucking killed him.

"What's the matter? I thought you didn't like him." I taunt her. "But enough about him, he's old news. Although I hope his rotten corpse got a kick out of how loud you moaned when my dick was buried in you." A shrill cackle sounds from me, as I look to the tombstone. "No pun intended," I wink.

"You're sick, Maddox."

"Yep," I deadpan, reaching for my phone. "You know what else is sick?"

"What?" she asks, eyes rolling.

Unlocking my phone, I swipe to one of my new favorite apps. "It's sick just how far technology has come since we met. The apps we used to have are nothing compared to what we have now. Now you can take just one pre-recorded word someone speaks and suddenly their voice is yours."

"You wouldn't," she seethes.

"Ha, all these years spent at each other's throats and it's like you don't know me at all," I retort, pressing the red play button on the screen.

Focusing on her expression, I bask in the way the color drains from her skin as she hears her voice inviting her closest friends and family to this exact location deep in the woods by the pitchfork tree for an impromptu Halloween gathering…at midnight.

A boisterous chuckle starts deep within my throat before flooding the air with my laughter. "I would and I did," I say through the uncontrollable amusement I find in this situation. "Ah," I sigh, my cheeks still sore from my laughing fit. "It's incredible. Now everyone you know and love can meet up where you screwed me over. At the exact location, at the same fucking time, so they can witness firsthand the ripple effect your crimes have had."

Now she laughs. "That's cute and all, Dr. Evil, but you have no proof. Everyone in this town knows the reputation you have; they'd never believe you."

"You're right, but the bones, pictures, and videos I have collected over the years, all the way up until this evening, when you just had to kill again, will say otherwise," I pause watching the pigment drain from her face. "Go ahead, you know where to go. I'll even give you a head start," I sneer.