“You little fucking whore! Just for that, I’m going to fuck your ass hard without lube. No teeth in my seats or I’ll slit your fucking throat,” Harold grits out as he scrambles to keep my arms restrained. I know this isn’t going to be pleasant, so I try and relax my body to avoid too much damage happening, but the door’s yanked open and I hear a gurgling sound, one I know well as a throat being slit.
“I have money! I’ll give you what you want, but don’t hurt me!” Harold cries, letting go of me as he pleads for his life. I realize I should be panicking too, but I peer over my shoulder and a calm washes through me.
Santos looks savage as he climbs into the car and shuts us inside, grabbing Harold by the neck and slamming him down onto the seat beside me as I sit up a fraction.
“I don’t give a fuck about your filthy money. No one touches my fucking baby girl!” He seethes, not hesitating before digging his blade into Harold’s throat, hacking it open so that blood spills all over the place. Between the driver and Harold, there’s blood everywhere, and it’s not until their bodies stop moving that Santos’ eyes flick to me, a mix of emotions in there that twist my stomach slightly.
“You’re mine,” he states clearly, his hand twitching as he grips the knife firmly still. I reach for him, uncurling his fingers from the weapon and tugging him towards me, but it’s a tight fit with the two dead assholes slumped on the seat with us.
“Yeah, Santos. I’m your girl,” I whisper, a pained groan coming from him before his lips crash against mine and he fucking consumes me. His hands roam my skin, and a grunt leaves him as I reach for his belt and free his dick from his pants.
I shuffle back, making room for him between my legs, and his eyes darken at the sight of my back pressed against the dead dudes, their blood still drying on my skin.
He wastes no time as he hooks his arms under the back of my knees and lifts them, slamming into me forcefully and without mercy. I scream, the delicious pain licking at my fucking soul as he rearranges my insides.
I throw my head back as he slides a hand between us to rub my clit.
I fall apart from under him, with god and the dead dudes as my witnesses, and I can’t help myself as I grab Santos’ throat in my hand and drag him down to kiss me. It’s rough, its dirty, and I fucking love it.
His thrusts become short and sharp until he pulls out and cums on my tits, a devilish smirk on his face as he swirls his thumb through the wetness on my chest before pushing it against my lips.
I suck his thumb into my mouth, staring into his eyes as I move my tongue across his skin, and for a second I’m content. Santos is my kind of crazy, and I want to let him loose on my goddamn soul. His darkness fills me so easily, but it brings me to fucking life, too.
“Fuck, it should be illegal to be that hot,” he murmurs, pulling his thumb free and drawing a wet path down my stomach until he reaches my clit again, circling it a few times before pushing two fingers inside me.
I arch up, chasing his touch as I feel more blood drip down my shoulder to mix with the cum on my chest.
His eyes remain on me as he brings me closer to release again, but just before my climax can push me over the edge, his voice hits my ears.
“Don’t fucking come yet.”
“I can’t…”
“Fucking hold it!” He snaps, fucking my pussy with his fingers harder until I’m not even breathing anymore, trying to hold my release back. His voice is low, but his eyes are alight with desire.
“Come for me,” he murmurs.
Don’t have to fucking tell me twice.
I come hard, my pussy gripping his fingers as it constricts in waves, wetness gushing as he keeps finger fucking me through my screams. English words aren’t even a capability at this point, it’s just jumbled crap.
“Good girl,” he praises, slowing his hand and leaning forward to bite my lip sharply, drawing blood. He sucks it into his mouth, running his tongue over the small cut with a groan.
“Where have you been all my fucking life? You’re made for me,” he whispers more to himself than me, moving back and grabbing the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. He wipes the wetness from between my legs, before cleaning my chest like it’s his favourite thing to do. He might be a crazy son of a bitch, but deep down he gives a shit, and I love that I bring that out of him.
“So, now what? We can’t leave this mess here,” I chuckle as I observe the bloodied mess behind me. He smirks, waggling his eyebrows.
“Easy. I’ll drive it out of here and we will deal with it. I’ll call Darius to help.”
His take charge attitude only makes me horny again, so I lick my lips and give him a coy smile.
“How about we do that again, only this time, you spank me while you choke me?”
He manhandles me until I’m straddling him, grabbing my throat hard to speak against my lips.
“Only if you ride me like a fucking porn star first, baby girl.”
Best fucking plan, ever.