Page 2 of Die With Me

Raw need flows through me as Luca reveals himself.

Apparently, I didn’t choose a good enough hiding place. But he isn’t here to end our game.

He’s here to watch a show.

I take a step back toward the bed. He takes one forward, sucking the end of his cigarette as though it’s the very oxygen he needs to breathe.

My thighs hit the scratchy cotton of the comforter just as Luca approaches my window. There’s a fading cut on his upper right cheek—compliments of me, of course. His thick cock is outlined against his jeans, hard and long. I sit, spreading my legs wide and pulling my thong to the side so he can see what a mess he’s made me.

His eyes trail down my body before landing on my pussy. As though he couldn’t care less that anyone could see him at any given time, he reaches down and undoes the button of his pants, pulling his dick out just enough to stroke it as he watches me.

I swirl my juices around my pussy lips before plunging two fingers inside, matching the pace he’s set as he pumps his cock. My chest heaves, the angle of my body causing the wound on my lower abdomen to bleed through my amateur stitches; blood seeping down in small rivulets until it reaches my pussy.

“Fuck,”Luca mouths as he picks up his pace.

My teeth find my bottom lip, trying to keep akeening moan from escaping my throat and failing miserably.

I want to know what it feels like to sink onto his cock.

I want to know what it feels like to have him fuck me so mercilessly that he’ll make me bleed in an entirely different way.

I want to sink my blade into his flesh as he comes, mixing our fluids and forcing him to lick them off my lips so that a part of me can take root inside him before our lives end.

I fuck myself faster. Harder. My hips lift off the bed to meet my fingers, and I bury them inside me as far as they’ll go. Blood begins to pour as I rip my stitches while stretching my body over the bed, throwing my head back, and crying my release to the water-stained ceiling.

White spots dot my vision as I breathe through wave after wave of intense, hot pleasure, lifting my head just in time to see Luca explode, white cum flowing through his fingers and spraying over the surface of my window.

His eyes harden, and his jaw tics.

Red creeps along the perimeter of my gaze as the pain sets in.

Looking down, I see that I’ve ripped nearly all my stitches out. Blood leaves trails down my mound and into the crevices of my slick flesh. As I sit up, myrelease gushes out of me, mixing with my red life substance.

Scooping it between two fingers, I rise from the bed and walk to where only the thin sheet of glass separates us; smearing it over where he came.

Luca’s nostrils flare as he tucks himself away, watching as I paint him a message.

Fuck you.

He chuckles, and when he speaks, it’s as if there’s nothing between us at all. “I will, piccola demone. First, I’ll fuck you. Then, I’ll kill you.”

Then he turns and walks away, back across the lot, before disappearing into the night.

Luca

An array of fragrances marries the thick scent of cigars, creating the heavily perfumed cloud I’ve come to associate with Vegas. Usually, the stench of fried food and sex accompany it, creating a nauseating combination that took months for me to figure out how to wash out of my clothes.

But this isn’t that sort of establishment.

No, this strip club has more class than the ones my boss runs.

In a way, it reminds me of Désirer.

I stalk toward the back, where the private rooms are. The floral arrangement in my hands drips water from the flower cooler where I retrieved them, a gorgeous distraction that shields the lethal beauty within the bouquet.

She’s called me here tonight. My piccola demone.My little demon.

And like a moth to a flame, I came. Unable to resist the temptation of drawing blood from her once more.