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The wooden bed frame creaked with each powerful thrust of Kessler’s hips, drowning out the wet sounds of skin slapping together. Kessler was nearly silent, watching as he pumped in and out of Sasha’s dripping pussy. She was so slick, the fluid a deep scarlet and viscous; not unlike the toxin she employed on her minions to break their minds and make them pliable. Kessler had long since developed an immunity to it, its effects weakening with each successive encounter between them.
This physical pleasure still served a practical purpose.
“Ah! Yesss, Kessler, harder! Harder!”
With a grunt Kessler leaned up onto his knees, hands leaving the now bruised flesh of Sasha’s hips to wrap around her slender neck. The cold metal of his right hand pressed into her, hard, for a moment before he eased his grip, noticing her eyelashes fluttering as she gulped down a heavy breath.
How easy it would be to crush her in this moment; feel the crunch of that delicate windpipe, hear the snap of her neck under the pressure. He could give her exactly what she needed, what she deserved. A snarl twisted Kessler’s thin mouth and he slammed forward, fucking Sasha harder.
Sasha moaned, long and loud, hands scrabbling at whatever she could reach, sharp nails digging into his warm wrist and scraping uselessly against the other. Her serpentine body writhed underneath his, chest heaving, eyes rolled back and unseeing as she held onto him. Choked noises escaped her throat and Kessler squeezed just a little bit harder, the sounds urging him on. He felt her tighten around him, the pleasure mounting. She was so hot and slick, so thin and breakable beneath him.
Kessler leaned forward, pressing more of his weight on Sasha’s neck. The angle changed, his thrusts short and fast, and Sasha choked on another moan. Kessler revelled in the vibrations against his hands.
“Take it, Sasha,” he growled, “Take exactly what you deserve.”
“K-Kessler!” The strangled noise caught in her throat and she bucked against him, back arching. Kessler felt a sudden wetness against his front, Sasha gushing that thick scarlet fluid as she pulsed around him. When her twitching subsided he let go of her neck and leaned back, eyeing her with mild interest. His eyes, normally a piercing glowing blue, were dim in his fatigue.
Sasha’s breath came in short pants, which eventually levelled out into a weak cough. She lightly ran a claw down Kessler’s neck, her pupils mere slits in a sea of glistening red.
“You’re extra rough today, my love,” Sasha rasped, throat bobbing in a thick swallow. Kessler hummed and pulled out, still hard and ready. He didn’t go far, Sasha’s arms wrapping around his shoulders and keeping him close. “Bad day at work?”
“Is that really what you want to discuss? My work?”
“Our work.” Sasha pulled him closer, mouth brushing his ear as she whispered, “But, pleasure should come before business.” Then her lips were on his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Kessler braced himself against the bed, keeping some distance between their bodies.
“Grk!”
Five trails of fire ran down his back, Sasha’s nails raking across his skin as she deepened their kiss. Her words, biting and acerbic, came from an equally toxic mouth. Kessler’s first taste of it left him light-headed and dizzy, a side effect of the poison leeching into his system through direct contact with Sasha. How practical that he had since developed an immunity to her toxic persuasion.
Pulling away, Kessler wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand and then shoved two fingers into Sasha’s mouth. She stared up at him, sucking on his fingers and lapping at them with her tongue. Her moans weren’t loud enough, so he added a third finger and fucked her mouth slowly and deliberately. His cock twitched, the wet heat of her mouth making him ache. He immediately pulled out and flipped Sasha onto her front, thin frame exposed.
“Mmm, ready for round two already?” Sasha teased, turning her head just enough to look up at him. Her teasing smirk soon morphed into a stifled gasp as Kessler used his slick fingers to pump inside her.
“You certainly are.”
Hand drenched with Sasha’s noxious cum, Kessler stroked himself a few times before leaning over Sasha’s prone form and thrusting into her fully.
“Oh, yes, my love. Fuck me just like that,” Sasha begged, wriggling beneath him to encourage him to move. Finally moving, Kessler grabbed the back of Sasha’s head and pushed her face into the pillow, muffling every sound and plea coming out of her mouth.
He let out a small groan, pushing Sasha’s legs further apart so he could sink in fully. It had been a while since Kessler allowed himself such an indulgence, and oh, he needed this. He needed this closeness, this moment of release. With Sasha finally quiet, Kessler adjusted himself and closed his eyes. He concentrated on the feeling of her hair threaded between his fingers, the softness of her skin, the velvety grip she had on him with every thrust inside her.
Low moans reached Kessler’s ears, just loud enough to be heard over the wet squelch between his legs. He pressed down harder, pushing against meagre resistance, then carded his fingers through thin dark hair. Thinner than normal, thinner than…
Kessler stilled. His eyes shot open and he looked down. How could he think of her in a moment like this? With this snake of a woman writhing beneath him? It was unconscionable. To stain her memory with such toxicity…
And yet, Kessler knew he was a lesser man, a weaker man. He once again ran his fingers through dark strands, slowly. He closed his eyes and leaned down, resting his weight on his other arm. They were close now, so much closer than before. He could feel the warmth, the softness…
“Ngh…” Kessler let out a needy moan, grasping his cock and slowly pushing inside the wet heat enticing him.
Mmm, that’s it, Cole. I want you.
Another moan rumbled in Kessler’s chest. He could hear her voice so clearly in his mind: the soft timbre of it, the needy whine, the love and desire-
No. Not just in his mind. She was here, under him on the bed, waiting and wanting. Eyes scrunched shut, Kessler pulled all the way out before thrusting back in, gasping at the feel of being enveloped so completely. There was no better feeling than to be inside her like this, totally connected. It had been so long. Trish was here again, she was here…
Kessler fell forward onto the warm body beneath him, eliminating all space between them. Fully sheathed inside her now, he rolled his hips, breathing harder. Faint high-pitched whimpers came from somewhere above him, but Kessler ignored them. His only response was to press down with his hand and they finally disappeared.
You feel so good inside me.
“It feels so good to be inside you…” Kessler mumbled, burying his face in her neck. He pressed kiss after kiss to every inch of soft skin he could reach. Kessler knew every sensitive place Trish had, her mewls echoing in his ears with every kiss, every touch.
Oh, yes, touch me…
Kessler obliged, hand running over the curve of Trish’s shoulder, across her chest, down, down, until his fingers met bare-
A pause. Fingers twitching, Kessler slid through damp curls and over Trish’s clit, rubbing slow circles as he kept thrusting. She clenched around him at his expert touch, moaning her pleasure and bucking against him.
Oh, yes, just like that!
“Just like that…” Kessler groaned and wrapped his other arm tight around Trish’s waist.
So tight, so wet, so perfect; Kessler ground down, pressing his forehead into a lean shoulder as he moved faster. Moans spilled from his lips unbidden. In that moment, he swore he could feel her arms around him, holding him as close as she possibly could. He needed to be as close as possible.
H-Harder, Cole, please!
Trish was begging now, voice keening as Kessler braced himself against her. Each thrust pushed Trish further into the bed, pressed Kessler against her when there was nowhere left to go. In this moment, nothing existed but the two of them.
He was close. Kessler could feel she was too, the way she clenched around him, tighter, velvet warmth wrapped around his cock. He lost his rhythm, hips thrusting wildly, hands grasping at whatever they could reach.
“I’m gonna come,” Kessler rasped against her skin, mouthing at her neck and trailing biting kisses with his teeth. He tightened his grip on Trish, pulling her flush against him. Any space between them was unacceptable. “Oh, I’m close-”
C-Cole, I’m—hah—I’m gonna come. Come with me!
The desperation in Trish’s voice, the raw need, held an iron grip on Kessler’s heart and sank down to his core. Warmth spread through him, hearing the desire—love—for him in every word. Kessler rutted against her, his wife, the woman he loved more than anything. Legs tensing, he braced himself against her, and-
Trish!
Kessler thrust one last time, sinking his teeth into her shoulder to keep from crying out. His knees trembled with the force of his orgasm, twitching against her shaky frame. She clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth, having reached her peak at the same time.
It was pure bliss.
The taste of blood on his tongue brought Kessler back to the present. Trish was gone. He was in the past. The woman he just fucked was Sasha, a brilliant but obsessive woman, and a conduit like him. He was completely and utterly alone, and once more he had succumbed to his lesser desires.
Kessler’s blood ran cold.
He immediately pulled out and leaped off Sasha’s back, stomach churning. Warm, sticky cum dripped off him and he snatched the corner of the bed sheet and swiped at his front. The light grey sheet darkened further with each pass over his skin. Kessler glared at it, lip curling.
Sasha’s long sigh drew Kessler’s frazzled attention, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She arched her back and stretched, then curled in on herself and peered at Kessler over her bleeding shoulder. A savage ring rimmed scarlet branded her pale skin, oozing a small trickle of blood. Normally such a symbol of ownership would excite Kessler, but the roiling of his stomach only intensified at the sight of it.
“I never knew such hunger lived within you, darling,” Sasha murmured, biting her lip. Kessler glanced up at it. “I like it.”
The back of Kessler’s neck burned. He swallowed through the thick shame coating his tongue and turned away, reaching for his clothes. His hands shook, eager to dress and leave but Kessler took a slow and even breath. He would not run away, tail between his legs. He redressed calmly, methodically, ignoring the oily sensation of serpentine eyes boring into the back of his head.
“I’ll be travelling to the west coast on business the day after tomorrow,” Kessler informed her, voice icy as the blue glow in his eyes. “I expect a full report of your findings upon my return next week.”
Half-turning towards her, Kessler pulled his hood up and stood to his full height. Sasha just stared at him, her gaze calculating. He could see the way she eyed him, at once a piece of meat and a curiosity. He was another project to her, another thing to dissect and tear apart.
She loved it, and he knew it.
“So guarded… Why don’t you come back to bed and cuddle?”
“Playing the sentimental type? It doesn’t suit you,” Kessler sneered, clothes rustling as he adjusted them one last time. He turned on his heel, reaching for the doorknob when he stopped cold.
“Nor does it suit you, my love.”
Teeth grinding together, Kessler closed his eyes and walked out. The door slammed shut, finally cutting off Sasha’s faint laughter behind him.