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Chapter 3: Blood and sin

Chapter 3: Blood and sin

Dmitri gripped Anya’s hips hard, her ass raised high as he slammed into her from behind. Her pussy was still slick with his cum from the first round, making every thrust wet and filthy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the luxurious bedroom.

"Fuck, you feel even better like this," he groaned, his voice thick with raw lust. He reached forward and wrapped her long silver hair around his fist, pulling her head back so he could watch her face.

Anya moaned loudly, her body betraying her again and again. Every powerful stroke of his thick cock hit that perfect spot deep inside her, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her veins.

’This is wrong... I shouldn’t want him like this.’

But her pussy clenched greedily around him anyway.

Dmitri leaned over her back, his muscular chest pressing against her as he bit down on her shoulder. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave another mark. "You’re mine now, little orchid. This tight cunt belongs to me. Say it."

When she stayed stubbornly quiet, he smacked her ass hard, the sharp sound echoing through the room.

"I said say it," he growled, pounding into her even harder.

"F-fuck... it’s yours!" Anya cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm started building fast.

Dmitri grinned darkly and reached for the second blood vial on the nightstand. While still buried balls-deep inside her, he popped it open and drank it down in one greedy swallow.

The effect was immediate and brutal.

A savage groan tore from his throat. Pleasure exploded through his body like fire. His cock swelled even thicker inside her, stretching her walls to their limit. He started fucking her with wild, animalistic thrusts, completely losing control.

"Shit... your blood is making me crazy," he rasped against her ear. "I can feel everything. Your hot little pussy squeezing me. How wet you are. How badly you need my cock."

Anya screamed in pleasure as he railed her mercilessly. Her heavy tits bounced wildly beneath her with every brutal thrust. Dmitri reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast, dirty circles until she exploded again, her pussy gushing around his cock.

He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release like a man possessed.

With a deep, guttural roar, Dmitri buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her pussy with another massive load of thick cum. So much that it leaked out around his cock and dripped down her thighs.

They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Dmitri stayed inside her, his arms wrapped possessively around her curvy body as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

After a few minutes, he finally pulled out and rolled her onto her back. He stared down at her flushed face, silver hair messy, crimson eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

"Beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. He ran his fingers through her hair, surprisingly gentle for a man known as The Thorn.

Anya looked up at him, chest still heaving. "You’re a monster..."

Dmitri chuckled softly, but there was something new in his silver eyes. Something hungry and dangerously obsessed.

"Maybe. But this monster just found his favorite addiction."

He slid down her body and pushed her thick thighs apart again. This time he took his time, licking her swollen, cum-filled pussy slowly, savoring the taste of their mixed juices. Anya whimpered and tried to close her legs, but he held them open easily.

"Too sensitive..." she gasped.

"Too bad," he said before sucking her clit into his mouth. "I’m not done with you yet."

He ate her pussy until she came again on his tongue, then carried her to the massive marble shower in his bathroom. Under the hot spray, he fucked her against the wall, slow and deep this time, while drinking the last vial of her blood straight from the source..... a small cut he made on her inner thigh with a careful bite.

The more he tasted her, the more obsessed he became.

By the time the sun rose over Moscow, Anya was completely exhausted, her body covered in marks, bites, and his cum. Dmitri held her close in his bed, one large hand possessively cupping her breast as she drifted off.

But he couldn’t sleep.

For the first time in over a decade, his body was alive with sensation. Every brush of her skin against his sent sparks through him. Her scent, her warmth, her blood it was all driving him insane.

He looked down at her sleeping face and whispered darkly, "You’re never leaving this mansion, malishka. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me."