Blood and Sex
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G through L › House of 1000 Corpses
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,066
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1
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Love hate
Chapter 8 - Love Hate
Click.
The hammer fell on empty space.
"You think I’m fucking stupid woman? God damn, I wouldn’t leave a loaded gun laying around for you to pick up while my backs turned." He walked over to her, the rabbit forgotten and grabbed the empty pistol, wrenching it from her small hands.
He raised it above his head, hand still on the barrel, as if he were going to pistol whip her with it. She stood up as straight as she could and stared at him. No emotion showing on her face, yet her mind melting inside from fear and attraction at the same time.
He slowly lowered the gun, watching her unblinking eyes. Hatred slowly filled his cold blue ones. He attacked. He turned on her fiercely cutting off the words that she had started to say.
She realized his anger was worse than she perhaps had seen before and took a step back cautiously then her own rage took over. She narrowed her eyes. She wanted him, badly, and she wasn’t about to let him get away without a fight. This time.
He struck out but she moved away effortlessly and landed a round house kick to his stomach. Her adrenaline finally taking over and her hatred/attraction for him, willing her on. Not wanting to be another of his wimpy victims who just probably sat there and cried.
He stumbled back staring at her, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly.
He struck again knocking her to the ground with a left hook, but she merely took it in stride. Leaping back to her feet, she came back with another kick. This one landing squarely on his back.
His rage was full blown now. He faked a punch and when she ducked he came back with a kick of his own that slammed her into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. She crumpled to the ground and rolled away, gaining her feet slowly. When he charged her, she shoved him back easily. She followed him with a left side kick to his upper leg. He stepped back but not far enough and her foot landed sharply in the side of his inner thigh.
He laughed at her. “Think your gonna win that easily?” He was starting to get more aroused by this, it becoming more apparent with each strike thrown by each.
She beckoned for him to come at her, taunting him, enraging him even more.
“Don’t you fuck with me woman.” He growled at her.
“Fuck? Exactly.” She stood watching him, her eyes drifting down to lay on the growing lump in his pants, turning her on even more. “I’m starting to enjoy this little game in kicking your ass for a change.” Least she was trying too.
He grinned back at her. “Games not over baby.”
He tried a leg sweep but she saw it coming and managed to jump it with little effort. When she landed, she struck him in the face with her fist flattening him to the ground and blooding his lip. He stood up, licking the blood off his lips, almost savoringly. With that brief flash of tongue, she felt a tingling arise from deep within.
He threw a right punch, knowing she would duck it and when she did, he spun around and kicked her in the side sprawling her on the ground. He grinned down at her.
“Gotcha. I win” He laughed evilly at her
“Oh no, not so fast, I think you might want to know something about me.” She swept her leg out kicking his feet from under him.
With a loud grunt he landed flat on his back next to her. “You like it rough?”
She laughed herself, the fear starting to be overcome by her wanting of him. “Grew up around boys, learned a few tricks. I'm a ground fighter.”
He glared at her as she stood up watching him, evil anger flaring in his eyes. She could tell he was mad, that she had gotten the better of him. But she didn’t expect him to suddenly change, to get this mad.
He never liked to loose a fight, especially to a woman.
With new found strength he leaped to his feet, turning on her with pure aggression.
She saw the look and started backing up hands raised in defense, fear of him returning. Almost scared of the man she saw in front of her.
“Otis . . . ” Her voice quavered slightly.
He leered at her as he came forward. Too quickly. She had no time to react.
He grabbed her harshly by the back of the head, his fingers gripping her hair and he slammed her body against his. His mouth clamped onto hers with harsh force, taking her breath away. He moved his mouth down making her gasp as his teeth found her neck. He bit down, once more drawing blood. She grabbed him wanting him even closer.
He pushed her away violently and shoved her to the ground hard enough to make her grimace. She was willing now and met his attack with the same fierceness as his own. She wanted the contact of their bodies.
She clutched at him, helping him tear her clothes off, stripping her bare. Desperate to get his off his body as well.
He touched her, biting her skin making her cry out each time he did. He rolled them over pinning her to the ground, as his lips tried to take in every inch of her. He had never wanted anyone so badly than he wanted her now.
The need for each other over rode all else. They were only aware of the other. Forgetting everything but the feel of their naked bodies against each others. Knowing nothing in their animal like enjoyment. Their movements were a dance of pure lust.
Hot, intoxicating. Hands grasping and clutching moist skin wildly as their lips clashed together madly. Their breathing becoming erratic.
He rammed himself into her, hard, thrusting again and again. His hands, lips, tongue never stopping the assault on her glistening body. She dug her fingernails into his back, arching to meet his thrusts with her hips, trying to take him all in.
When he felt her given in, he joined her empting himself inside of her, holding her tightly against him as though he could never let her go. It was short lived but so necessary for them both.
They lay there for a few seconds gaining their breath back again. He rolled them over once more, keeping himself still inside of her. She lay on his chest, her mouth against his neck. Reliving the brief, but wonderful moment.
“Don’t go expecting me to let you go now.” She raised her head, glassy eyes, meeting his. “You are still mine, to do whatever I want to do with you, how often I want too.”
“I am yours.” He reached up, gently brushing her wet hair from her face.
With one quick move he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and down. Plastering his lips against hers once more.
Click.
The hammer fell on empty space.
"You think I’m fucking stupid woman? God damn, I wouldn’t leave a loaded gun laying around for you to pick up while my backs turned." He walked over to her, the rabbit forgotten and grabbed the empty pistol, wrenching it from her small hands.
He raised it above his head, hand still on the barrel, as if he were going to pistol whip her with it. She stood up as straight as she could and stared at him. No emotion showing on her face, yet her mind melting inside from fear and attraction at the same time.
He slowly lowered the gun, watching her unblinking eyes. Hatred slowly filled his cold blue ones. He attacked. He turned on her fiercely cutting off the words that she had started to say.
She realized his anger was worse than she perhaps had seen before and took a step back cautiously then her own rage took over. She narrowed her eyes. She wanted him, badly, and she wasn’t about to let him get away without a fight. This time.
He struck out but she moved away effortlessly and landed a round house kick to his stomach. Her adrenaline finally taking over and her hatred/attraction for him, willing her on. Not wanting to be another of his wimpy victims who just probably sat there and cried.
He stumbled back staring at her, fists clenching and unclenching rapidly.
He struck again knocking her to the ground with a left hook, but she merely took it in stride. Leaping back to her feet, she came back with another kick. This one landing squarely on his back.
His rage was full blown now. He faked a punch and when she ducked he came back with a kick of his own that slammed her into the wall, knocking the breath out of her. She crumpled to the ground and rolled away, gaining her feet slowly. When he charged her, she shoved him back easily. She followed him with a left side kick to his upper leg. He stepped back but not far enough and her foot landed sharply in the side of his inner thigh.
He laughed at her. “Think your gonna win that easily?” He was starting to get more aroused by this, it becoming more apparent with each strike thrown by each.
She beckoned for him to come at her, taunting him, enraging him even more.
“Don’t you fuck with me woman.” He growled at her.
“Fuck? Exactly.” She stood watching him, her eyes drifting down to lay on the growing lump in his pants, turning her on even more. “I’m starting to enjoy this little game in kicking your ass for a change.” Least she was trying too.
He grinned back at her. “Games not over baby.”
He tried a leg sweep but she saw it coming and managed to jump it with little effort. When she landed, she struck him in the face with her fist flattening him to the ground and blooding his lip. He stood up, licking the blood off his lips, almost savoringly. With that brief flash of tongue, she felt a tingling arise from deep within.
He threw a right punch, knowing she would duck it and when she did, he spun around and kicked her in the side sprawling her on the ground. He grinned down at her.
“Gotcha. I win” He laughed evilly at her
“Oh no, not so fast, I think you might want to know something about me.” She swept her leg out kicking his feet from under him.
With a loud grunt he landed flat on his back next to her. “You like it rough?”
She laughed herself, the fear starting to be overcome by her wanting of him. “Grew up around boys, learned a few tricks. I'm a ground fighter.”
He glared at her as she stood up watching him, evil anger flaring in his eyes. She could tell he was mad, that she had gotten the better of him. But she didn’t expect him to suddenly change, to get this mad.
He never liked to loose a fight, especially to a woman.
With new found strength he leaped to his feet, turning on her with pure aggression.
She saw the look and started backing up hands raised in defense, fear of him returning. Almost scared of the man she saw in front of her.
“Otis . . . ” Her voice quavered slightly.
He leered at her as he came forward. Too quickly. She had no time to react.
He grabbed her harshly by the back of the head, his fingers gripping her hair and he slammed her body against his. His mouth clamped onto hers with harsh force, taking her breath away. He moved his mouth down making her gasp as his teeth found her neck. He bit down, once more drawing blood. She grabbed him wanting him even closer.
He pushed her away violently and shoved her to the ground hard enough to make her grimace. She was willing now and met his attack with the same fierceness as his own. She wanted the contact of their bodies.
She clutched at him, helping him tear her clothes off, stripping her bare. Desperate to get his off his body as well.
He touched her, biting her skin making her cry out each time he did. He rolled them over pinning her to the ground, as his lips tried to take in every inch of her. He had never wanted anyone so badly than he wanted her now.
The need for each other over rode all else. They were only aware of the other. Forgetting everything but the feel of their naked bodies against each others. Knowing nothing in their animal like enjoyment. Their movements were a dance of pure lust.
Hot, intoxicating. Hands grasping and clutching moist skin wildly as their lips clashed together madly. Their breathing becoming erratic.
He rammed himself into her, hard, thrusting again and again. His hands, lips, tongue never stopping the assault on her glistening body. She dug her fingernails into his back, arching to meet his thrusts with her hips, trying to take him all in.
When he felt her given in, he joined her empting himself inside of her, holding her tightly against him as though he could never let her go. It was short lived but so necessary for them both.
They lay there for a few seconds gaining their breath back again. He rolled them over once more, keeping himself still inside of her. She lay on his chest, her mouth against his neck. Reliving the brief, but wonderful moment.
“Don’t go expecting me to let you go now.” She raised her head, glassy eyes, meeting his. “You are still mine, to do whatever I want to do with you, how often I want too.”
“I am yours.” He reached up, gently brushing her wet hair from her face.
With one quick move he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and down. Plastering his lips against hers once more.