He spits in his hand and brings it to my bare pussy, and shivers rack my body. Yes. Just what I wanted. Needed. My hips buck forward like a greedy bitch, and he directs my hips over his thick cock. I yelp when he slams my weight down onto him, sinking my teeth into his smooth cheek.

“Wicked…” His tongue slides over the incision on the side of my neck, sucking up every drop as he rides into me so hard my body bounces back and forward. He continues to pound into me until I clench around him, unwilling to let go. Let him go. Slowly, my fingers find his and I wrap them around the base of the knife as tears prick the corners of my eyes. His fingers tighten around the base, but even if he did, he would think it would just be my turn.

He pulls away and I lose my fingers in his hair. Sweat falling down my skin, glistening against the full moon that beams behind him. My wedding dress puffs around us both, blood dripping down from my neck and onto my bodice.

Our eyes collide, and for a moment, I don’t want this to end.

“You don’t fucking matter.” The words leave his mouth like a melody written just for me. He continues with his dirty, degrading talk and every single word pushes me closer to the edge.

“This how he fucks you, huh?” He pulls back just enough to search my eyes. Shit. No. He hasn’t fucking touched me. “Show me how he fucks you so I can destroy it.”

My cum drips from between my thighs. “Please…”

“No,” he snaps, his finger digging into the incision on my neck. All train of thought is lost. All of my plans to kill the one person who I’ve trusted immensely. Loved unconditionally. I squeeze him around his neck as I think of driving a knife into his skin, watching blood spill out of the cut. I explode around his cock, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave of deceit. He pulls out and lowers me to the floor, finishing on my wedding dress.

“Was that my wedding gift?” I ask him softly, adjusting my dress, even though it’s ruined. I don’t know how I’m going to explain any of it, the cum included.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gunshots fire off inside and my blood turns cold. My eyes find his.

“No.” His mouth curves in an evil smirk. “That is.”

I shove him in the chest, turning to yank the door open, but it doesn’t work.

“Listen to me, Ruby!” He forces me back around to face him and my hand flies to his cheek.

“Fuck you, Wicked!”