I twist her so she lands on her front again, and then I yank her panties down and shove my hand between her thighs until I’m cupping her wet cunt. Hard. I grind my hand against it to the point of pain, and yet she still moans in ecstasy.
“Is our fight getting you wet, amore?” I taunt as I stroke her cunt lips. “I think it is, I think you love fighting me. Love making me bleed, love it when I don’t hold back. I think you’re on the verge of coming already.”
Even as she swears, she parts her thighs for me, allowing me access to her wet pussy, which I stroke as a reward before circling and teasing her clit. “Want to hate fuck, amore? Real dirty like? ’Cause I sure as shit do.”
“Shut up,” she snaps.
I bring my hand down on her clit, once, twice in warning, but she squirms and pushes back for more, so I do it again and again before I ram my fingers inside of her. She screams, her legs falling open as she pushes back, her face pressed to the table.
“I hate you!” she growls, even as she clamps around my fingers, her cream dripping as I spear them inside of her, adding another and another, stretching her. She loves it though, the pain. Grinning in victory, I pull back and push my fist into her. I pin her to the table when she tries to get away, her body shaking as I push my hand through her tight channel, forcing her to take it. I bite at her shoulder, digging in until I taste blood, and then I pull back and watch it drip down her skin. I know that will scar, I don’t know how I do, but I just do.
She moves impatiently, rubbing and pushing back, fucking my fist, riding that edge of pain she loves so much. She’s panting now, incoherent words leaving her lips. Her claws scrape down the table, making the metal screech as it splits open like skin.
“Oh fuck, do that to me,” I rasp before yanking my fist out. I flip her and slam it back inside of her. Her eyes are closed, so I narrow mine and slap her with an open palm until they flare wide and she snarls. Her claws slash across my pecs, splitting the skin. Agony fills me with ecstasy until I shiver. “Again, fuck, rip me to pieces,” I beg as I ram my fist into her faster and faster. Her breasts jiggle with the movement as she swipes me again, splitting me open further. I heal as she does it, and with a scream, she keeps slicing until she has it out of her system, until we’re both coated with my blood, until it’s mixing with her dripping cream and fucking inside of her on my fist.
Unable to help myself, I lean down, capture one perky, rosy nipple, and suck. She groans and lifts her hips as she meets my preternaturally fast thrusts. Her legs are shaking, her pussy fluttering. She’s so fucking close. Releasing her nipple, I grab a knife from the table next to us, and as her chest arches, I slice right down her torso, from neck to navel. Blood runs across her body like fucking paint, caressing it, staining her skin as she screams, her pussy clamping around my fist as she comes. The sound is high-pitched and hungry—her monster, no doubt.
Pulling out my fist, I watch as her eyes flicker open and meet mine, even as she rides the aftershocks. I lick along my hand, tasting her blood and cum. “I love the way you bleed for me, amore.”
She snatches the knife from me and stabs it into my shoulder, making me groan as my head falls back. Her hand drags down my bloody chest and curls around my cock, and I need to look. I open my eyes and drop my head forward, watching her tiny, dangerous hand tipped with claws stroke me, staining me with her blood and mine until she drags me closer, rubbing my cock along her pussy. She nudges her clit with it over and over as her other hand picks at the healing slice down her chest, poking it, prodding it. I see the spark of pain pass over her features, melting into the pleasure. I can’t take it anymore. I smack her hands away and, grabbing some chain from the table, I wind it around her