Comrade, oh my comrade

IX: 𝓐𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽

What the fuck was wrong with me?! What the hell was I thinking? My dick pressed against my sweats as I stormed into my room, reminding me. I slammed my fist into the door in a fit of anger. I hated that woman. Why did I let her take it that far? Why did I give in?

Images of her body corrupted my mind, her curves, her perky breast, the way her fat- I slammed my fist against the door in with a frustrated grunt leaving me. She was scum. Why did I want to feel her wrapped around me? Why did I want to feel her breath hit my face teasingly? Why did I want to taste what dripped on my chest!? She dripped onto my chest. That's how wet she is. That's how badly she wanted me inside her. My hate turned her on everything I did. Every move I made egged her on. Why the fuck did it have to be me?

I wanted to barge back into her room and throw Luis out. I wanted to- why the fuck was Luis even there?.

I turned back to the door. Every part of me wanted to storm back there. I didn't care. Why did I fucking care? She's a twisted-minded bitch. These mind games are enjoyable for her. She liked power. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of having that. Not again.

I ripped my clothes off, my dick hitting my waist as it flung out of the sweats. I needed to shower her off me. Off my mind, off my body.

The hot water washed away the blood, her blood, mine. Go ahead and lie to me. Tell me you're not excited under all that hatred, that you're not as twisted as I am for wanting to smear our blood on each other.

FUCK!

I wanted her; I wanted to fuck the sick shit that came from her mouth outta her. I wanted to watch her beg and plead for me to make her cum. I want to make you wake up every morning wanting to rip me apart. I want to make you hate yourself. Every part of you I touched, every part of you I made feel so good," I moaned against him. "I want you to hate the fact that you know no one will ever make you burn this hot, get this hard. Cum as needingly as I can.

I put my head against the cool tile. My eyes dropped down to my erection, aching for her. My hand wrapped around it, a groan leaving my lips. I closed my eyes.

Go ahead, make yourself cum to the person you hate so much

Her voice rang in my head. She was in my fucking head.

My hand gripped tighter around my dick as I remembered the way her pussy smelled, the way her moans echoed in my head. Those eyes, so sick, twisted eyes, that only got a spark to them when she thought about killing and fucking me.

A heavy exhale left my lips.

Fuck it.