Page 14 of Die With Me
What leaves her lips isn’t an answer, more of a strangled cry as her pussy convulses around me. “What about here?” I ask, sliding my hand to the knife and twisting it before pulling it out.
She screams, bolting forward and spinning to shove me back. I expect it, allowing her to push me against the pillows and helping her as she climbs on top of me and seats herself on my cock again. Blood spills from her body, streaming down her side in a beautiful waterfall as she curls her lip. “And what about you, Luca? Canyoufeelme?”
A flash of silver catches my eye too late, glinting off the moonlight that pours through my bedroom window as it slashes across the space between us.
Right into my abdomen before she turns it upward to sink beneath my rib cage.
Misty
Luca stares up at me. The look on his face is not exactly one of surprise but of shock, all the same. We both pause, staring at each other for one second. Then two. Three. Four. Five.
Then, he somehow manages to knock me back with a roar, spearing into me with his rock-hard cock like he’s going to split me in half with it.
His blood is everywhere, spilling onto me as he rips the knife from his body and flings it across the room. And still, Luca fucks me like a man possessed. A man who feels no pain, only the immeasurable pleasure that cascades between our bodies.
“That’s it, punish me, il mio mostro.” I laugh up into his face, smearing his blood over my body like I want it to seep into my skin. Luca watches in awe as I mix our essences together—blood and sweat andcum—all coming together to form another layer ofus.
His jaw tics, teeth grinding together as I gather his crimson liquid and bathe my breasts in it, painting my nipples until they’re shining with his life substance. The wound in my side throbs dully with every thrust, and when Luca’s hips shudder, I know he must be getting lightheaded from the blood loss.
He reaches up, wiping his hand over the red liquid that stains his chest before slapping my clit with the same hand. Adjusting his weight on his knees, he rubs my clit with a bloody thumb as his cock slows, dragging against my inner walls, trying to coax one more orgasm from me before we leave this world.
“Come for me, Marisela.” The use of my real name has me falling apart beneath him, tears lining my eyes as I claw at his arms while stars dance across my vision.
Something warm fills me. At the same time, a searing coolness sinks into my chest. I look down as pain blossoms beneath my rib cage to see that he’s grabbed another knife from where they lie scattered at the edge of the bed, and stabbed me.
A mirror image of the lethal blow I inflicted upon him.
Then Luca falls back with a quiet groan.
Slowly, I manage to crawl up his side, curling into him as we both bleed out.
“I wish you’d confronted me sooner,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around me.
Something moves out of the corner of my eye.“Finally. I was beginning to think you didn’t love me anymore, dear sister.”
I don’t grace the apparition of my dead brother with a response. Instead, I tilt my head and prop my chin on the hand resting over my name that’s etched into his skin. “We will have more time. We just have to get to the afterlife first.”
“We won’t be headed to the same place, piccolo demone.” His words are quiet, warped by the blood beginning to bubble in his throat.
“Do you think I won’t follow you into the pits of Hell, il mio mostro? I plan on holding you over the flames for the rest of our intertwined eternity. My own personal spit-roasted monster. Ready for me to take a bite whenever I want.” I smile up at him, lifting a hand to push his silky dark hair out of his eyes.
“Is that what awaits us then? An endless cycle of tormenting each other? Fucking and fighting, forever bathed in flames? It doesn’t sound so bad to me. The Devil will probably separate us, though. Hell is supposed to be a punishment. What awaits us sounds like Heaven.” He returns my smile,something shining in the depths of his bronze eyes that I’ve been waiting years to see.
“I dare the Devil to try and separate us. I’ll always find you. Your damnation is mine, and mine alone.”
“My own personal Angel of Death.” His body shudders before settling into a state of eerie stillness.
“Can you feel it? The end?” I try to keep the concern from dripping into my questions.
My body grows numb; whatever pain I might have felt is taken over by the stony weight of sheer desperation as I cling to what’s left of my life long enough to see Luca through his death.
“I’m cold. That’s all I feel. That, and your heart. It’s slowing down. Matching the beat of mine.” He pulls his gaze from mine, glassy eyes finding the ceiling.
“Just another sign that this is how it’s meant to be. Don’t worry about the cold. I’ll keep you warm.”
“I think… I think it’s coming. Do you promise to find me?” He threads his fingers through mine, his other hand tightening on my shoulder.
“I told you, Luca, I’ll always find you. Nothing can keep me away.” My chest swells painfully with utter devotion—a disciple saying goodbye to her God.