Luna nods slowly. "I am." Her admission is a whisper of confidence which settles in my chest, warming me from the inside out.
"You'd love a killer?" I test the waters. Tell me no. Tell me no. She's too innocent for me, for this world. I still believe that even after what I witnessed tonight. She may have carved a man's flesh, but the girl before me is still just that—a girl.
Luna offers me an almost shy smile. I say almost because there is fire dancing in her pretty gemstone eyes. They look almost magical, as if drawing me into their depths, reminding me of the two sides of my personality—man and beast. I'm certainly no hero, not at all a knight in shining armor, but Luna doesn't want that, she's made it clear.
"Most girls want a pretty white dress, a castle on a hill with perfectly manicured gardens. They want the perfect life filled with roses and rainbows. I've never been one of those girls," her words are confident. Her admission makes my cock throb against my zipper. "I've been that princess," she says then. "I grew up with people waiting on me hand and foot. I was told daily how perfect I am, how beautiful I am."
"And now?" I nudge, wondering where she's going with this. If she doesn't realize it yet, she better learn quickly. I'll most certainly make sure she never forgets just how exquisite she truly is.
"And now I'm ready to be a queen," she offers before taking a step toward me, but there's not very far to go. Our bodies are flush against each other. Her tits pressing against my chest, her curves fitting against the hardness of my torso.
I don't say a word. Instead, I grip her hips and lift her onto the desk. I don't ask, instead, I shove her legs wide. The slit in her dress allows me access to her panties which are soaked.
With two fingers, I tease her core against the material now slick with arousal. "I think you like being a bad girl," I murmur as I lower my mouth to hers. But I don't kiss her. I merely taunt her lips with mine. "Deep down, you've always known that. Even when you fought me when you arrived at my apartment, you knew there was no way out. But you didn't want one. Did you?"
Luna tips her head to the side, her long lashes fluttering against her cheeks as I tug her panties to the side and find her dripping cunt. Her smoothness is slick, slippery, and my two fingers easily slide inside her. A whimper of pleasure tumbles from her plump lips.
"I did want to escape." Her confession has me stilling my hand, but the naughty girl rolls her hips, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she fucks herself on my fingers. "I wanted to make you realize that you're also prone to emotions. I wanted you to realize no matter how much blood is on your hands, you're still human."
Then, before I have time to respond, Luna grips my wrist in her delicate fingers, and moves my hand against her while undulating her hips. Her head drops back as her face contorts with pleasure. A cry of bliss escapes her mouth and I steal it with my own. Our tongues dance a dual and I know there's no way this woman is ever getting away from me.
Her arousal drenches my palm. My fingers are gripped by her slick walls, and my cock weeps at the sensation. I pull my hand from her, bringing both digits to her lips. I paint the sweet juices that glisten on my hand over her lips making them wet with her pleasure.
And then her hands are on my belt, my zipper, and even though there's still a dead man inches from us, I thrust into Luna's waiting cunt. Balls deep. Fully fucking seated in my fiancée's pussy.
I steal her mouth once more, tasting her as I deepen our connection. Her hands twine around my neck, pulling me closer as her legs wrap around my waist. I've never done this before. I've never once fucked a woman beside a man who's bleeding out.
But my cock has never been harder.
"Open your eyes, little, dancer," I growl, my voice feral and animalistic and my girl snaps her gaze on mine. "I want you to look at me while I do this. While I make you come all over my cock, I want you to know exactly who is inside you."
Her body pulses, and she pulls her fat bottom lip between her perfectly straight teeth and bites down hard as I grip her neck. When I notice the trickle of blood forming between her pearly whites, I can't help but smile.
"Good girl," I coo before lapping at her, tasting the crimson fluid. My body burns hot, and I don't stop fucking her, harder, and harder, deeper, until her nails are digging into my shoulders.