The Smell Of Death

Chapter One 

~Daniella's POV

“Oh my gosh, fuck me baby, fuck me!” I moaned, my voice laced with pleasure as I moved perfectly on top him.

“Harder!” I screamed and he spanked my ass and thrusted deeper hitting my G-spot. 

I totally forgot how to breathe and stared at him, my eyes struggling to remain in it's socket.

Damn it. He's damn good, my fiance is damn good. I really can't wait to own this huge dick all to myself once we're married.

He shoved me aside and held my chin, my face glowing with pure ecstasy as I smirked at him mischievously, pale with confusion and pleasure.

He leaned in closer, his breath heavy on my skin and our lips glued in perfect harmony and his eyes were fixed on mine. His hands reached for my nipple and squeezed it hard and I grinned softly, trying to break away but he held me close and kissed me harder.

He cupped my breasts, just the way I wanted and squeezed it hard, forcing the milk in it to find its way out.

At this point, all I could see was his charm, the type I couldn't seem to break free from. The warm and cozy feeling of his touch made my legs go weak as I moaned. His lips spread heat all over me and I twitched, dancing to the rhythm.

I really couldn't wait to tell him, to finally be called Mrs. Rutherford, to finally hold our beautiful baby in my arms 

He set me up against the bed, bending my head on the pillow and raising my tired ass up. Slowly, he inserted his already hard cock into my wet pulsing pussy that was already begging for more. The moment it got in, I lost my breath and his cock filled my soul.

My body trembled as he thrust in deeper and I could feel my womb straying from its original position. I couldn't speak, all I could do was scream and cry as he fucked me harder, pulling me to his side with his tightened grip on my hair strands and thrusting deeper. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I still craved more, despite the overwhelming pleasure. 

Our bodies moved perfectly, skin flapping against each other and the muffled moans from the both of us filled the room. He kept on thrusting deeper and deeper until I couldn't feel myself anymore. The weight of the pleasure had consumed me and I must say, I was barely alive.

With a soft cry, he grinned and allowed the warm milk fill my hole and little trickled down my laps

I dropped at once but he held me quickly and cuddled me to his side. My breathing was ragged and I remained in his arms, the one place I could find solace.

He stared at me warmly and in that moment of calmness, I knew this was the right time to break the news.

My face beamed with smiles and he raised an eyebrow.

“Guess what?” I chuckled, my voice barely above a whisper.

He just stared with an unreadable expression and didn't say a word.

I shook him softly, but he still didn't break. The joy in me consumed me and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

“I'm pregnant!” I screamed and held him tightly but he shoved me away immediately like I was suddenly disgusting as his face sagged and folded into an expression I didn't understand. His face twisted into something between anger and confusion.

I inched closer to him but he yanked my hands away, his eyes glowing with rage.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently, my face already pale and my heart racing hard.

His jaw tightened and so did his fist. I could see the wrath in his eyes and time paused. It felt like I dropped a bombshell on him…but it's okay. Yeah, he may be overwhelmed with the news but I think his reaction is too much?

“Say something?” I urged and a tear forced its way out of my eyes.

“Now you listen to me!” He scolded, his face grim and his voice lethal. “You've ruined it all!” He cried and pushed me away.

I screamed, sobbing heavily.

What did I ruin? What did I do to deserve this ill treatment?

“The sacrifice won't work anymore!” He snapped, kicking his legs into the air and quickly grabbed his pants.

He remained silent and it choked me and scared me more.

“Say something, darling?”

He quickly grabbed my neck before I could finish. 

“Don't you dare call me darling! I'll have to kill you!” He spat and my heart skipped a beat.

He was kidding right?

But his grip on my neck only tightened and I was barely breathing.

He pressed me down with his heavy fists and tied my hands to the sides of the bed with a rope he brought out from beneath.

“I'm sorry Daniella, but this is the end…” he smirked and turned to the corner. His hands reached for the door and behind it was a liquid—petrol… By now, his eyes had turned a deep unnatural gold.

Oh bloody fuck! 

“What are you doing, baby?” I screamed, shaking the bed hard but the rope binded me firmly to the spot.

He didn't look at my face anymore. His heart was coated with walls of evil and hate as he emptied the petrol on my skin.

“Please, I'm begging you, Ryan!” I squirmed. “If there's anything I've ever done to you, please forgive me…I'll abort the child, I'll do anything. Just let me go!” I begged but my plea fell on deaf ears.

He slid his hands into his pocket and brought out a lighter. The murderous look in his eyes forced more tears and pleas from me. He just wasn't listening.

Slowly, I watched as his fingers reached for the knob and flipped it, igniting the spark and the flames consumed me at once.

I never imagined I'd die this way? Life, what had I done to deserve this?

“Why? Why Ryan? Why?!” I screamed with the burning pain from the flames eating my skin but his expression was grim and brutally cruel.

“I never loved you Daniella!” He spat right into my face. “I only needed your blood to streng

then my wolf powers—” he spat mercilessly and all the blood drained from my face.