Good girls don't talk like that. In another life, Seth would have considered Kate's uncharacteristic remark suspicious. In another life, Seth also could have been the fucking Pope. Arms draped over Seth's shoulders, locking behind his neck, kept him from realizing this. His mouth broke from hers. "Take my belt off." Neither of them could tell if this was part of Penance, but it was certainly Kate's responsibility.
Seth's mouth hung agape, what remained of a smirk quickly overwhelmed by Kate's touch. Kate's hands fell to Seth's lap, her fingers worked the buckle with frantic but expert navigation. With a quick jerk she pulled it from around his waist and tossed it aside, resting her palms bloody on his frame. In another life, Kate would have strangled him with it and used the fine leather as a purse strap. In another life, Kate could have been the fucking Pope too.
Seth's eyes fixed on her, his sneer, infectious and hungry, was a new look for the girl. Delicate hands fell from Seth's broad shoulders in a slow trail down his heaving chest. Each finger pressing against the gruesome inscription mutilating him. She teased his abdomen, dragging her nails down his hipbones. She was a vision: lips bloody, hands curiously confident, flesh plump with a swollen wisdom. She was passion. She was his passion.
Without provocation, Kate dragged the zipper of his pants down, reinforcing the fervor rising between them. His lust was searing, bucking under her quivering femininity.
Seth grabbed hold of Kate's arching back, pulling her relentless, swaying body against his. Cushioned against her curves, the hardness of his primitive need throbbed with urgency. Her rhythm was all consuming and any resistance that either had held onto quickly blurred into a pleasure too sweet to deny. Seth's breathing grew ragged, coaxing Kate to flick her tongue against his. He clutched the back of her hair, tenderly assaulting her mouth with his once more. Their tongues swirled and teased, daring the other to slide it elsewhere.
Seth groaned hungrily, lost in the secret of their damned embrace. Kate was shackled to his lust, caught in a vicious battle against her body's desire to fuck him and her heart's need to kill him. "When will you kill me, Seth?"
Seth's voice was raspy and desperate in an attempt to confess the only things he ever truly needed or wanted to say. Kate's promising touch distracted his ego.
"I have no intention of living in a world without you." Her undulating straddle compelled his unconstrained grunts to escape his throat and send shivers down her spine. "It'd be my suicide."
Kate was proud and electrified by the awakening overwhelming her compromised consent. Seth's hands advanced around her bruised body with an animalistic demand befitting his severe nature. His appetites grew dangerous and hot—bloody hands groped at Kate's breasts, claiming her pert nipples with persuasive fingertips. She cocked her head back, her raven hair entangled by blood and sweat draped down her back. She rocked her hips deeper, nearly lost to the potency of brimming fulfillment. A dire compulsion halted her momentum. Her unmerciful bliss echoed a bewitching feigned protest. Her breathy exhale against Seth's neck was a burning perversion that stoked his aggression.
"Would you kill for me?" She fought the pulsating surge of pleasure, resisting both her own ravenous fixations and Seth's. She purred. His eyes darted villainously at Kate's quaking thighs. His distress was incredulously sinister, struggling to muzzle his ruthless alternative.
"I have." Seth spoke matter-of-factly in two shaky breaths. Kate smiled, shifting on his lap. She arced her form, avoiding his eyes and lapping a trickle of blood from his collar bone. Her hands busy in his lap.
"Would you do it again?" Kate's wicked intrigues were criminal whispers toying with Seth's devious spirit.
"Yes—" Seth bit her shoulder, a spasm of desire permeating his body. He hadn't noticed her hand slip artfully down his slacks until it was wrapped around his rigid cock. Her hands were soft hand and movements shameless. She rolled her thumb around the tip, slowly tempting his endurance with a gentle stroke. "Who would you kill for me?" Kate watched Seth's body respond to her touch. She let him guide her motions with his moans. There was a pause of heavy exhales and stifled grunts. Kate slowed her hand cruelly. A heated drive swept him from euphoria to agony. "Anyone" Seth answered hastily. The onslaught of edging release had made him her puppet. She ran her fingers the length of his engorged cock, quickly stealing a glance at his endowment. Her body flushed with lust. She bit against his neck, sucking a kiss from his salty flesh. "—fuck—everyone." Seth corrected, gripping Kate's ass and jolting her hands back to pace.
"Tell me three truths." Kate commanded his confession. She kept a fair grip on his cock, stroking him slower and slower until he answered her. He moaned through bit lip and clenched jaw. "Ones I need to hear, as much as you need to say."
Seth sucked a mouthful of Kate in as she pulled away. His thoughts were crooked and backwards. Kate was torture, but he loved every piece of her. He spoke without thinking but it wouldn't have made a difference.
"I never meant for this. I never meant for any of it- the bad stuff- the-" Kate gripped his manhood tightly, angry, halting his words.
"Don't you dare."
"I didn't. Not like this, Kate." Seth's tone was pleading. Some part of him sought forgiveness above release.
There was a sadness overwhelming Kate's stomach, leaving it in knots and disappointment. He'd made it so easy for her to hate him up until then. Truth be told, if he had ever spoken a genuine word to her before, she didn't know it. What she knew, was that she was tired. She was tired of the games, tired of the chase, tired of the warfare. If he didn't do her in soon, she'd do it herself; but she wouldn't be going alone.
"You're a liar." She spat back the slow certainty with the command of a woman much older and wiser than she. Seth blinked his eyes at the change in her voice. The severity of her serpentine posture was terrifying and sexy. What had she become? When did this happen?
"What have I done…." He barely spoke and Kate wasn't sure she heard his words correctly. In a second's death, it didn't matter to her anymore. She had resolved to the promise she'd made herself. She was going to end this.
Kate leaned in closely. Her soft but bruised cheek brushed against Seth's 5 o'clock shadow with a scratch she couldn't help but find her body delighted to hear and feel.
"You knew what would happen." She whispered. Her words tickling Seth's throat, driving blood up his neck and tightening his shoulders in want. Seth felt her hand relinquish the anger of her grasp on his pained erection. Her sweeping motions were welcome once more. Seth was helpless, throbbing in her hands and stifling his groans with a cocked chin and clenched jaw. "I'm sorry." He stumbled between gasps.
"You knew what you were doing." She dragged her free hand down the left side of his neck. Her nails splintered into smoldering lines down his fevered skin. His tattoos felt electric once more. Seth was tinder beneath her. His body moved instinctively with Kate's, thrusting against the soothing hold she charmed. Kate's skin and its warmth, and scent, coupled in his mouth with the taste of her, igniting an unbridled deliriousness, as euphoric as it was bestial.
"Because you're not just a bastard, Seth." Kate continued, her words vibrating into Seth's right ear. Seth did little to resist, shaking in his seat, breathless and condemned. His demand grew with urgency, with each slick jerk. Seth watched Kate's flushed face, heat radiating from her and into him. Seth's muscles tensed, unbearable spasms of pleasure threatening to leave him spent but grateful. "You're a fucking bastard."
Kate flicked her tongue against Seth's earlobe, stinging it with a quick nip. Seth shuddered, tightening his abdomen, as Kate pulled her hand away from his determined cock. This was different than before. He had displeased Kate greatly with his "truths" and she'd withdrawn her promise from his slacks, in a double-cross he'd have ended with a smirk. The pressured pleasure was agonizing. Seth could only comprehend the sudden end to his enjoyment as a cruel power play. Even as he processed, writhing under Kate's thighs, scanning her face for some sort of humanity, he knew her brand of child's play was beyond reasoning with.
Kate was still bleeding buckets. Grinding on Seth's uncompromising shaft had only propelled her to hasten her movements. Her heart was pounding. The sensation between her legs was unfairly persuasive. A primal infatuation she'd never known before was punishing the shameless exploitation of both their manic bodies. The heat was all consuming. Something deep inside fluttered with excite and weakened her knees. She could feel the delight of her contracting walls, wet with desire and restlessly flexing for more. The girl's taste for man had left her with wicked needs and a realized but abridged will to withstand her longing.
Kate leaned back, placing her palms on Seth's knees. Her straddle was tight enough for Seth to feel her every quiver. His mast no longer gyrating but suffering a blinding famine that left him rabid with temptation. The urgency was rapidly enflaming his insatiable craving and devouring the last remaining threads of his humanity. His sights were lost to tunnels. His temperature had risen and the pain he felt in his unsatisfied manhood was nowhere compared to the pain of being one-upped by Sister Christian and some heavy petting.
Seth found his dominant hand clasped in a passionate hold around Kate's thin neck. His long fingers wrapping almost the full way around. A necklace of bruised knuckles and cigarette ash. He didn't cut off her air supply. He knew the moment he made contact with her throat she was no longer afraid of him. He slid his hand up the back of her neck, balling his fingers in a tangle of her hair and yanking her head backwards. Her chest rose and fell, knees shook and eyes were electric. He angled her face to his, locking eyes. "Do you even know what a truth is, Seth Gecko?" Kate exhaled in a defiant giggle. She made a mockery of him and he knew that clearly now.
"I won't ask." Seth stated plainly and with all the truth of the Gospel. He let go of her hair, pulling her back to him. His lap was a saddle and his movements were out of her control. "I won't beg." He pressed the small of her back inward, holding her navel arched against his and rolled her hips into his hard bulge, pulsating with pleasure. "I won't bargain." Seth's strength held her ass in a rotating pressure in his lap. Kate shuddered at the tension building between their bodies. His words were law and true. Seth pressed his lips against Kate's ear, whispering, "Can you feel how easy this is for me?"
There was barely time for Kate's eyes to dilate before she felt him at the entrance of her sex.
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