Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
I feel the blood roll over my side and soak into Knight’s mattress, and then the blade is there again, carving out the little letters, just as I knew he would.
Tears spill over, rolling down my cheeks as my traitorous body craves more, making me sick to my stomach.
He doesn’t stop working my cunt, pushing my body to its limits, bringing me right to the edge, only to pull back and do it again and again. Frustration burns through me, desperately needing the release, but the sharp sting of the blade keeps it at bay.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He carves one letter after another into my skin, and when the blade falls to the mattress, I cry out with relief, realizing he’s finished. Then as his fingers roll inside of me, I can’t help but look down, desperately trying to make out the little letters he’s marked me with.
Seeing his handiwork on my body, he becomes mesmerized, and I don’t miss the massive bulge in the front of his pants, but when my hips jolt again, it’s as though he’s pulled out of his own musings.
“Hmmm, hungry for more, kitten?”
I suck in a breath, absolutely repulsed by this man. Repulsed by my body’s response to his touch. He took Laith’s life and now his fingers are buried deep inside of me. I hate that he’s capable of making my body come alive like this, making me crave that touch, but never again.
There’s no coming back from this. Not after everything that happened.
“Answer me, kitten,” he rumbles.
His tone is sickening and as I remain at his complete mercy, I have no choice but to nod out of pure self-preservation. “Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He shifts over me, collecting his blade as apprehension booms through me, not knowing what to expect. His fingers pull out of me, and I hate the way my body misses his touch, but not a moment later, those fingers are replaced by the hilt of his blade, slowly pushing deeper inside of me.
I gasp, my eyes snapping up to his, not having expected this in a million years. He starts working me with it, circling the hilt inside of me as he works my clit with his thumb. My body trembles and within seconds, I come, my orgasm tearing through me with a fierce intensity.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the mattress, desperately thrashing against the ropes holding me down. “Fuck,” I cry out, my chest heaving, tears stinging my eyes.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong.
He doesn’t work me the same as Knight can, doesn’t allow me to ride it out, pulling the hilt of the blade out of my cunt and disregarding it on Knight’s bedroom floor. He pulls at the ropes on my ankles, freeing them, then he grips my body and violently flips me over. He takes my hips, dragging me down the bed until my bare ass is high in the sky, and my chest is hard against the mattress.
He frees his cock, and with one brutal thrust, he’s buried deep inside my cunt.
An involuntary cry tears out of me, my walls stretching around him and as he digs his fingers into my skin, he truly starts to fuck me. Thrusting deep as he rolls his hips, taking me at every angle. My clit screams for attention, and with my hands bound at my back, I’m powerless, left to let him have me in any way he desires.
He fucks me like a wild animal, taking and taking as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. He’s wild, untamed. Out of control, and I hate that my body loves every fucking second of it.
I’m a monster. A true fucking monster. This is the man who killed Laith and threatened to take Izzy or Knight next, and I’m here at his mercy, my body worked right to the edge.
He takes me deep and I push back against him, taking it harder like some kind of punishment as he starts to lose control.
This isn’t the disciplined man who sat still and allowed me to ride him in the club. This is different. This is raw need, undiluted hunger that needs to be fed, and right now, I’m giving him exactly what he needs, right here in another man’s bed.
He sinks into me again and again, driving his hips forward with brutal thrusts. Then like clockwork, my orgasm tears out of me, detonating within me like a nuclear weapon, and tearing everything to shreds in its path.
Guilt courses through my body as I cry out, my fingers balling into tight fists at my back, and not a moment later, he comes right along with me, his hips thrusting so deep I can practically feel him in my throat.
As I come down from my high, my body slumps against the bed and he simply holds my hips as he catches his breath, trying to regain just a semblance of control, but he won’t find it here. Not after that.