★ FL's POV★
"You're doing great. Keep going," he groaned, tilting his head back. He was close. I felt it. And just when he was about to come, I stopped.
"You don't think I'd allow you to cum, do you?" I said, wiping the corner of my mouth with my fingers. My hands on his shoulders, sitting on his lap, legs on either side, straddling him, arms around his neck. His cock throbbing, ready to release the juice I just denied him of, poking my entrance.
"You're one daring little devil." He rasped, running his palm over his face while exhaling moanfully.
"Even with me being daring, I bet you still want to fuck me even more," I replied my nose on his nape.
"Ah... you bet right little devil." His hands groped on my ass, pressing his hardness into me.
"Then relax. Let me show you what the next step will entail," I said, leaning in, taking his lips into mine, sliding my tongue down his throat. Even as my skin continues to crawl, I moved my fingers over his body, while slowly stroking his hardness.
His chest bare as I stripped off his shirt, checking for the perfect spot to place my blade, my lips trailing down his neck to his collarbone, my hands mapping every treasure in his body.
Zenkai growled, driving his fingers through his hair.
With the look of things, it won't be long before he loses it and slams me down to shove the monstrosity between his legs into my wetness.
"How long have you been fucking to be this good?" He asked.
But I pressed in, deepening the kiss. I'm not here to share conversations with you.
"You are my first." I replied.
Before the words could even sink in…something clicks. The whisper of steel in my hands against his skin. So quick I know he missed it.
His eyes snap open. And there it is.
A stab.
One coated with my hatred. Cold and deadly.
"Fuck! I've let my guard down." He bellowed.
I leaned on it, twisted my blade deeper into his collarbone, pressing him down. With a smile on my face, I yanked the blade out, straight back under his rib, aiming the curve of my blade through his lungs straight for his heartbeat.
"Hnngghk," his breath hitches. A strange sound, I know he could barely recognize, escapes his lips. He buckled, throwing me off him. Blood blooms, hot, streaming down his side.
"This bitch shanked me." He coughed, spilling blood on the rug, his gaze surprised but dangerous.
With sharp eyes. I rose like a dancer, erasing every trace of softness it once held. Now my face is masked with focus.
"I knew you weren't some love struck fool. But where did you pull that weapon from because I checked you thoroughly, you goddamn reaper in disguise."
"Even with that realization, you bled by my hand, and for the lust monster you are, your cock is still hard." I scoffed.
With a scornful expression, I declared. "You will die here today," my tone flat.
With no hesitation I came at him again, like a predator going for the kill.
"Who the fuck is this bitch? And who sent you?"
Before I could reach him, he reacted on instinct. Grabbing the heavy lamp on the side table, he swung it with every ounce of strength in him.
Crash!
My head rang at the impact of the exploded ceramics, sending me stumbling backwards. Shards flew, some catching my shoulder. And that split second bought him a damned time.
He staggered to his feet, clutching his side. A broken shard in his fist. His blood running fast.
Then I lunged at him again.
"You are fucking relentless, whore!" He muttered, growling as the wounded animal he was.
Oh-oh-oh. You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this.
But this time, he was ready, he caught my wrist mid-strike and twisted it.
And a crack ripped through my muscles under his grip, slamming me against the wall, grabbing me by the hair, driving my head in, using his weight to pin me against the wall, as he drove the shard through my side.
With the impact jarred us both, a grunt purely animalistic slipped from my lips, as my blade falling from my hand, even as the pain blocked my vision, and my muscles weakening. I shot my knee up, aiming for his balls, but it grazed only his thigh.
If it had been inches higher then he would have been done.
I twisted in his grip, like a snake.
"This fucker is trained." He spat in addition with a punch across my jaw twice.
I moved back, my vision swirling, with the taste of my blood in my mouth. That should've knocked me out, but If I fall now, does that means my hatred isn't stronger than his fist? I bounced back, snarling, pulling another blade out, lashing it at him.
"Fuck! Where the hell are you hiding these things?!" He dodged but I matched his pace. I sliced through his chest, a painful groan escaped his lips.
He caught my wrist again, delivered a fierce kick to my legs, bringing me to my knees, twisting my hand again until he heard a bone snap. I screamed, elbowed him with the over hand, headbutted him on his face. But he didn't release me.
He slammed me again into the wall then on the table edge. I fell on my side breathing heavily, my arm broken, then he kicked me across my broken arms against my stomach, landing on the opposite wall, leaning against it.
He slammed my head against the dry brick. It cracked, gasps coming out in hurried breaths, blood trickled from my head and mouth.
With a chocked groan, I turned to him, drove my fingers into the gashed space under his rib, he crouched a little, I elbowed his bleeding collarbone, then swiftly moved to his back, wrapped my arm around his throat, choking him. The pain in my side was now a searing fire.
"You are strong," I hissed, trembling.
"Stronger than you think, demon," he managed, his and my breath ragged.
I reached for his Adam's Apple and slid it to each opposite sides, spilling another batch of blood from his mouth, making him fall on his side.
As each inhale became a struggle, my vision began to blur.
I staggered to my feet, one hand lumped on my side, battered with our blood. I moved to his side, rolled him upward and straddled him, reaching for my blade on the floor.
Then suddenly, the voice of his men cut through the door, "Break the door!"
"W-h-oo seennt y-you." He could only ask.
Zenkai, I need you dead before those rodents breaks in.
I turned to him, roughly wiped the blood off his face and said, "Your Nemesis. I hope you meet all your enemies in hell." And I drove the knife into his shoulders, his thighs, his calf, and then his gut.
Zenkai screamed, a raw, primal sound, bood splashing everywhere, his hands useless, trembling as he tried to press against the wounds, while finding it hard to draw a full breath.
"I-I-I. Wi-ll. Fi-nd. Y-you." He struggled.
I scoffed, "in your grave."
Then the footsteps outside multiplied.