The walls are splattered with organic matter, the entire warehouse almost fully painted red.
I'm still behind the altar, unsure of my next steps.
Vlad seems even more feral as he rips his shirt at the seams, tearing his clothes off until he's standing naked in the middle of the blood bath.
He's swinging the liquid reverently around, using his hands to paint himself from head to toe in blood.
Like a pagan god, he's standing there among his sacrifices, blood both his armor and his weakness.
I'm at a loss for words as I watch him in awe, the stark red against his inked skin, the look of pure rapture on his face.
How is he human?
A low sound escapes him as he falls to his knees, blood splashing around him and staining his skin further.
I need to help him.
How is it that even in this form I'm not afraid of him. I see him as the devil he is, and while his skills never cease to amaze me, I can't help but be turned on by him in all his bloody splendor.
Making the courage to leave my hiding spot, I tread carefully, moving towards him slowly. His head snaps back, his gaze unfocused as he looks at me, like an animal ready to pounce at any moment. His ears prickle with awareness with every step I make, the sound reverberating in the room.
He turns fully towards me, his eyes watching me closely but without a hint of recognition.
"Vlad," I whisper when I'm almost at his side, kneeling in front of him. He tilts his head to the side, watching me.
Slowly, my hands reach out to touch his face. He flinches at the contact, but doesn't pull away, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and want. Leaning into him, I press my lips to his bloody ones, happy when he doesn't push me away.
But he's not kissing me back, either.
Knowing it takes a while for him to come back to himself, I gently coax him with my lips, applying the barest hint of pressure as I move closer into him.
He's looking down at me, his eyes almost blank as he tries to make sense of what's happening. My tongue sneaks out and I lick his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth. His lips part slightly, allowing me in. I'm careful as I wound my arms around his neck, bringing him flush against my chest as I deepen the kiss.
He still holds himself stiff, his open eyes following my every movement.
Breathing hard, I lean back, blood seeping from the ground and into the material of my dress. I take a moment to observe him, looking for any clues he might be closer to reacting. As my gaze trails down his body, I realize he's fully erect.
Without giving it much thought, I quickly undo the zipper of my dress, flinging it off my body until I'm as naked as he is, standing in front of him like an offering.
Oh, but I am one.
Taking his hand, I bring it to my mouth, sucking his finger in. His gaze is sharp as it follows my every movement. Tantalizingly slow, I bring his hand down my neck and on my breasts, urging him to touch me.
His other hand comes up of its own accord, his palm fitting itself around my breast as he feels his way around my flesh.
I lower his hand even move, pushing it between my legs to find me dripping wet for him.
He blinks rapidly, his fingers brushing against my clit in a slow motion. I release a whimper at the sudden touch, watching his rapt expression as he explores my pussy, one finger playing with my entrance before dipping in.
But his hand is soon gone as he brings his fingers to his nose, inhaling my scent before placing them in his mouth and sucking them.
There's still no recognition in his eyes, but as he becomes more reactive, I become bolder, trailing my hands down his chest until I reach his erection.
Pupils dilated, his lips part as I circle my fingers around his girth, stroking him.
"Come back to me, Vlad," I whisper. His head whips back at my words, his hand shooting forward and wrapping itself around my neck. In less than a second, I'm on my back, his body looming over me as he settles between my legs, his cock twitching against my stomach.
His nostrils flare as he lowers his head to my face, breathing in deeply. A growl escapes him, his teeth bared as he licks my skin. He continues to explore the flesh just beneath my jaw, his nose nuzzling, his wet tongue trailing behind. Like an animal, he's trying to determine my identity by smell and taste.
Blood clings to my hair and my body as he pushes me further into the floor, the liquid staining my skin and making it sticky as I move around.
"Come back to me." I continue to lull him back with my voice, my hand caressing his hair as he continues the exploration with his mouth.
Out of nowhere, his big hands grab my ass, spreading my legs further to accommodate his hips.
I don't even get to speak as he dives forward, impaling me on his cock in one smooth slide. All the resistance falls away in the face of his assault, my pussy stretching around him in what could possibly be the worst pain I've ever experienced.
Eyes wide, my mouth opens on a scream, my voice echoing inside the room.
It hurts.
He's fully seated inside of me, the pain so intense my eyes are tearing up uncontrollably. But he doesn't notice. He doesn't even seem to register my scream of distress. His hands on my ass, he forces himself inside me even deeper, my pussy meeting the base of his cock before he's suddenly out again, slapping back inside me with a force that makes me see stars.
It's like he's tearing me apart in two.
God...
His fingers dig into the skin right above my hip bones, his movements hurried as he thrusts in and out of me, the agony so intense I feel myself slipping.
But I can't!
I need to do this for him, bear it until he comes back to me.
Even though it kills me inside, the stinging pain so blinding I'm almost passing out, I wrap my legs around him, moving my pelvis up slightly to help his motion.
"Come back to me," I whisper on a sob, my throat clogged from the burn his cock leaves behind as it pushes forward and retreats.
His thrusts are so powerful, his thick cock stretching me beyond belief as he touches me deep inside. Despite the pain, it's like I can feel him in my very soul.
"I love you," I confess. "So very much." I whimper as he keeps on wrecking my body, my words barely coherent as I gasp every time he slides in.
This was supposed to be such a beautiful act. The culmination of all our stolen moments, of all the time we'd spent learning each other's bodies. It was supposed to be a unique experience as we fully gave ourselves to the other for the first time.
But now? It takes everything inside of me not to black out, my soul's pain as intense as my body's, watching this special moment being wrenched away from us.
"I love you," I repeat, anchoring myself in the unconditional love I have for him. An emotion so all-encompassing it's the only thing making me hold on.
He pauses, his head snapping up, his eyes on me, yet he still looks feral, as if he can't understand human language.
A big swipe of his tongue down my collar bone and his mouth latches on to my breast, biting so hard around my nipple I'm sure he's drawn blood.
"No!" I yell, my breath coming in short spurts. My hands hit at his back, the combined pain of the bite and the burn I still feel at the entrance of my pussy making me squirm against him, trying to get him to slow down.
"Please," I whisper, my voice ragged from screaming, my sight foggy from tears. What I'm asking him, though, I don't know.
I just know I'd do anything for him, including let him break my body apart if that's what's going to bring him back.
He lets go of my breast, his tongue lapping at the blood flowing from my wound before moving again to my neck.
His movements are increasingly violent, like an animal in the throes of mating, his fingers bruising on my flesh, his cock pistoning in and out of me at unnatural speed.
At this point, I can only hope he's close, and so I clench my walls around him, hoping to make him reach his climax faster.
But this time he breaks the skin in one go, and I feel his sharp teeth as they reach my muscle, blood pooling out of the wound and all around his mouth. He holds on to my skin so tightly, that I feel the rip in my very soul.
"Vlad," a feeble sound escapes me, the pain so intense I'm almost losing consciousness. He's latched on to my throat, like a dog going for the jugular, his teeth lodged inside, his tongue swirling at the broken flesh.
Fear pools in my stomach as I realize he might very well kill me.
I need to get away.
I kick at him, using my hands to push him off me. I manage to take him by surprise, his eyes unfocused as I shove him to the side, flesh and blood at his mouth.
My flesh and blood.
I feel for the wound, noting there's a gaping hole where my shoulder meets my neck. Panic bubbles inside of me, and I can only scramble back, somehow managing to get to my feet before running.
I don't get far though, a hand in my hair pulling me backwards, and I fall on my ass, my scalp burning from his assault.
"Vlad, don't." I try to extricate myself from his grasp, but his eyes are just soulless, watching me as I struggle, his mouth pulling up as if he's enjoying my pain. "Please." I add again, attempting to disentangle his fingers from my hair.
Instead of loosening his hold, it only makes him tighten his hands over my scalp, dragging me backwards, the blood on the floor only making it easier for my body to slide against the floor.
"Vlad, you're hurting me," I keep talking, still not losing hope. Knowing that somehow I'll be able to reach the side of him that's mine and mine alone. "Vlad, please."
Flinging me forward, my back hits the cold, barren floor, and more pain erupts in my joints. I don't even get to react though, both his hands wrapping around my throat as he raises me up on the altar, the edge of the table hitting my ass as he spreads me on its surface.
"Vlad..." I struggle to speak, but he doesn't care. He tilts his head, looking at me through narrowed eyes, his hands tightening around my neck as he enters me again.
My arousal is long gone. The only lubricant somewhat easing his way in is the blood from my ruptured hymen. His hips move in and out of me, fucking me so roughly I'm barely holding on. I feel even more blood gush out of my pussy as he pushes his cock inside me with such ferocity, I'm not sure I'll ever be whole again.
His thrusts gain speed, his hands applying even more force on my throat. I try to push at his shoulders, my breath increasingly more shallow. I feel lightheaded, my limbs losing most of their strength.
He's choking the life out of me.
My arms fall, the fight in me all but dying. My lips are probably purple, every breath I take bringing me closer to my last.
And then it happens.
I feel his muscles tense, his cock jerking inside me as he comes, his warm release shooting up in spurts and flooding my insides. His thrusts slow down as he fills me up with even more cum, his hands becoming slack, his entire body racked by tremors.
His eyes widen for a second before he falls on top of me, completely out of it. I can only stare at the high ceiling, tears dried down my cheeks, wounds still bleeding.
It takes me a while to regain my breath, and when I feel some of my strength coming back, I push him off me. His back connects with the table, his cock slipping out of me and leaving a burning trail in its wake.
On shaky legs, I almost fall down as I get off the altar table. A mixture of blood and cum flows out of me, slowly dripping down my inner thigh. I don't even dare touch myself in the area, sore and tender from the ravage he wrecked on my body. There's still a lingering pulsating pain and I find that I can't even sit down. I just take a few deep breaths, trying to pull myself together, ignoring how everything else hurts like hell.
Skirting around the room, I ignore the carnage around me as I grab a tablecloth, fashioning it around me into a gown. Tearing some more material, I hold it against my neck wound, the bleeding still going strong.
I don't even want to imagine how it looks, the feel of it alone almost making me want to die. I'm pretty sure he ripped skin and muscle from my neck when he bit into it.
I groan out loud, barely holding myself together as I search for something to drink. Finding an unopened bottle of water, I drink greedily, trying to regain some focus.
Damn, Vlad. You almost killed me.
Laughter bubbles inside my chest at the thought. My entire body is beaten and battered, but I can't help myself as I think of the hilarity of the situation.
He'd wanted so much to avoid hurting me, and he'd ended up destroying me entirely.
It's a while later that he finally comes to.
"Sisi?" I hear his rough voice calling out to me.
I'm barely able to move as I make my way towards him. He's disoriented as he takes in the blood bath around him, his own body painted in red.
"Sisi?" he repeats, coming towards me.
"You're back," I whisper, relieved.
"What..." he studies me, his brows knitting together.
Coming closer to me, he wrenches the cloth from my body, his gaze horrified as he takes in my bruised flesh.
"It's ok." I'm quick to assure him.
"I did that?" His voice is low and grave, his hand reaching forward to touch me. Without even thinking, I flinch back, my body having a mind of its own—the pain still embedded in its memory. He looks as if I'd struck him when he sees me avoid his touch. "I did that," he states blankly.
"It's not that bad," I say meekly, even though the mere action of speaking takes so much out of me.
"It's not that bad..." he repeats, horrified.
Turning his back to me, he walks numbly back to the altar, resting his arms on the table.
"Vlad?" I walk towards him, placing a hand on his back. I feel his breathing, his chest rising and falling.
"Don't," he turns around, catching my hand. His eyes, while back to normal, are icy cold, a shiver going down my spine at their scrutiny.
"What? Why?" I ask, confused.
"You should go," he says quietly, and it's like I don't recognize him anymore.
"What do you mean I should go?"
His hand unravels the cloth around my neck, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he sees the evidence of his savagery.
"It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much," I lie, my hand going to my neck to cover the wound.
"It doesn't hurt?" he raises an eyebrow, and my eyes search for a crinkling around his eyes, or any type of amusement that would denote my Vlad is back. Instead, I find none.
And that scares me more than any physical pain.
He brushes past me as he goes to retrieve his own clothes, slowly putting them back on. Looking around, he finds a phone, calling Maxim and ordering him to come here.
"Vlad?" I ask, unsure about anything.
Why is he so cold?
I don't mind the pain as long as I can have his arms around me, his voice telling me everything's going to be ok. I just want my Vlad back.
"Maxim will take you home," he says curtly, yet nonchalantly.
"Vlad... don't shut me out," I plead with him, afraid of this change in him.
"Why would I shut you out when there's nowhere to take you in?" He shrugs.
"What... what do you mean?" I stammer, physical pain and mental confusion getting to me.
"This isn't working Sisi. Clearly," he smirks, nodding towards the spilled blood on the floor, the corpses littering the entire hall. "You should just go."
"I don't understand," I say honestly. "What isn't working?"
"This," he motions between the two of us, his voice almost robotic. "I kept you around because I thought you could help me with my episodes, but clearly, it's not working."
He's shutting me out.
I can't let him do that. Not now...
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Vlad. Yes, this
was an unfortunate event, but we'll move past it."
"Don't you get it?" He comes closer to me, his breath on my face as he sets his emotionless eyes on me. "You're useless to me now."
I blink. Once. Twice. I keep blinking, thinking I didn't hear him right.
"What... what did you say?"
"You're useless to me now," he repeats, a cruel smile on his face, his fingers wrapped in my hair as he twirls a strand. "I kept you around for one reason, and one reason only. I thought you were the exception to the rule," the corner of his mouth pulls up, "but you're just as ordinary as the others," he states, and my hearing dims, my heart thumping fiercely in my chest.
"Stop," I whisper. "Stop before you say something you'll regret," I beg him.
"Why would I regret it?" He shrugs, looking at me as if I were insignificant.
How did it get here? How?
My throat feels heavy, tears burning behind my eyes at his words.
"I love you, Vlad. You have to know that, I..."
"You love me?" he laughs, the sound painful to my ears. "Sisi, Sisi, you really went and did it, didn't you?" he shakes his head at me derisively. "You know I don't feel anything. You knew from the beginning that the most I could offer you were a few orgasms. Nothing more nothing less."
"Stop," I close my eyes, wanting him to stop talking. It's already hurting too much without him twisting the knife even further.
Because he's just breaking my heart, and I'm already physically broken, I don't need him to deliver the last blow too.
"I should have realized you'd confuse my interest for feelings," he purses his lips, looking at me in disgust. "Fuck, I should have realized someone as unwanted as you would latch on to the first person who gave you attention. But love? Wherever did you get that idea?" he asks, amused.
"You're being cruel," my words are barely above a whisper, a tear falling down my cheek.
"I'm being real. You knew fully well who I was, and what I was capable of. I warned you, didn't I? I warned you not to make me into something I'm not."
"But..."
"We should stop seeing each other," he states, looking at me intently, "after all, it's clear that you're no longer of use to me," he says flippantly.
Morally Ambiguous: A Dark Mafia Romance (Morally Questionable Book 4) Page 36