𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃 , 𝚙. 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙘𝙝. 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 - 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣

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After leading Beatrice to the bedroom — Patrick pushed her onto the bed — looking up at him with her eyes dark, Beatrice smirked, "Come on then, use the switchblade." Patrick's grip on the blade was tight, looking down at it he dropped it and instead began to undress himself. Beatrice chuckled, "So eager... couldn't even take me to Dorsia." Patrick pulled her shoes off — he was fully nude, "Shut the fuck up." His lips were on hers again — Beatrice felt her nose crack from his roughness but she didn't mind. Patrick slipped her dress off, she was now left in her lingerie and tights.

Patrick pulled away and saw the blood running from Beatrice's nose — it ran over her lips which he quickly licked off — "Fuck.. you're so... strange." Beatrice mumbled as Patrick ripped her tights at the crotch — Beatrice pushed her foot onto his chest, pushing him back slightly, "What?" He spat. Beatrice rolled her eyes, "Do you have a condom?" She questioned making Patrick sigh, he grabbed his pants and pulled a condom out of the pocket. Tearing the packet open with his teeth — Patrick slid the condom onto his hard cock. "Shouldn't you be on birth control?" Patrick asked condescendingly making Beatrice spread her legs, "I am asshole.. can you eat me out now?"

Patrick huffed before pulling her underwear off — pulling Beatrice's legs onto his shoulders, Patrick began to lick and suck at Beatrice's pussy. "You can do better than that." He heard Beatrice say making him look up — his chin wet with her juices — "What. Do. You. Mean." He mumbled, Beatrice grabbed his hair and pulled him up slightly. He maneuvered himself on top of her — now staring at Beatrice's face, she had a smile on her face. "I know you can eat pussy better than that." Patrick rolled his eyes — "I usually watch girls do that... they usually suck my dick before letting me fuck them after." He reasoned making Beatrice chuckle, "Huh, sounds fun."

Flipping the two of them over, Beatrice was now on top — she undid her bra before throwing it with the rest of her clothes — "How about this, open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and I'll do all the work." She scooted up, now looking down at him — Patrick sighed, "Fine." He nodded before doing as she said. Beatrice began to ride Patrick's face, feeling his tongue on her, Beatrice moaned. The feeling of Patrick's hands grabbing onto her thighs made Beatrice's pace quicken. His nails dug into her skin — the pain making her climax — and just as he drew blood, she came.

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Waking up that morning, Beatrice couldn't help but groan at the realization of what had happened last night — Her and Patrick did end up having sex, albeit she didn't enjoy it as he finished right after he came — she had to play with herself to finish. It was still clearly nighttime and Patrick was still asleep. Looking at him he seemed so peaceful — maybe this was the only time he could get the peace he needed. Beatrice didn't deny the fact that Patrick was an attractive man and that he was attractive to her but she was only in this to kill him — to torture him in the meanwhile.

"What're you staring at?" Patrick had woken up — Beatrice hadn't even realized it, she had zoned out — "You." She mumbled before she turned around. She didn't try to sleep but she pretended to. The sound of moving made her eyes snap open — Patrick had gotten up — a drawer opened. Beatrice sat up, "We're not finished yet." Patrick informed as he held up a wire hanger making Beatrice smile as she got up and walk over — "To make it fair... I'll need one too."

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Since the two of them were so obsessed with their looks — neither of them laid a hand on their faces. There was bruises, cuts, and blood all over their bodies — Beatrice felt her nose bleeding again and sighed before she pushed the bones back into place. "You can take a shower here." Patrick said as he walked to his bathroom but Beatrice shook her head as she redressed — it was six in the morning — "No, I'll just take a shower at my place, my lotions and stuff are there, wouldn't want to use yours." She clarified and Patrick nodded. As Beatrice slid her shoes back on and grabbed her bag, she smiled, "Plus, Paul Allen asked me to dinner."

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