Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“I know,” I murmured and dipped my head. I lowered my gaze from Rory’s fiery eyes to my finger still buried deep. I opened my hand so my palm no longer pressed against her clit and darted my tongue out to caress it, then I moved lower and licked around my finger, teasing her sensitive flesh.
She tugged harder at my hair. Maybe she hated this power I held over her body, but not enough to stop me. If she knew how much power her existence held over my body and mind, she’d realize I was the doomed one in this.
I could have watched her forever, the subtle rocking of her hips as they met the thrusts of my finger and my teasing tongue. Her pants, the heaving of her chest, and flushed state of her face.
Soon, she shook with her second orgasm. She would have been so ready for me to fuck her. “I need to be inside you.”
“You’re crazy,” she said.
Crazier than she thought. “I hurt you.”
“You did,” she confirmed.
“That’s why I’m not going anywhere near you with my cock.” Not tonight.
She frowned, distrust battling with curiosity on her face.
“But I need to claim you. Fuck, it’s all I can think about. You know you’re mine. I don’t even remember our first night properly, and I want to make up for it. Tonight, I want to be the one to bleed and hurt as I claim you.”
Her confusion only grew. I couldn’t blame her, and I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t run away screaming if she found out what I had in mind. Fuck, I wouldn’t even blame her, but this idea wouldn’t leave me since I’d dreamed about it a few weeks ago. It was the perfect way to give Rory pleasure and me pain, and to claim her with a part of me that wasn’t part of my body.
I unsheathed my knife.
Rory’s eyes widened in alarm.
I flung the knife in the air and caught the blade. My grip was still loose, but the sharp blade already scratched at my skin. My calluses from fighting and Parkour didn’t give in easily, but today, they would.
“This is insane,” Rory whispered, but she hadn’t moved. If she was frozen from shock or anticipation was also in the mix, it was hard to tell. She only watched me with utter shock. I licked over her thigh, then I raised the intricate leather handle of my knife to her pussy. “This is calf leather. It’s soft, and the embossing will massage your inner walls. It’s smaller than my cock, so it’ll be perfect.” I slid the round handle end over Rory’s opening, coating it with her juices before I parted her with it and rubbed it over her clit.
Rory was frozen as she watched. I rubbed round and round over her clit, watching her face, loving the lust and fear there. Fear not of me. Fear of what I made her desire. Fear of the forbidden. But fuck, the forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
“I’m taking you to hell with me, Rory. I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Now it’s too late.”
I slid the leather handle lower and pressed it against her opening. There was a hint of resistance before her walls gave in and allowed the first inch inside her pussy.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I watched the pink of Rory’s pussy against the black leather of my knife.
Rory shook her head, still shell-shocked. “You’re bleeding,” she gasped.
I lowered my eyes from her face to my hand gripping the blade. A droplet of blood meandered over my wrist, and the hint of burning told me my knife had cut through the thick layer of my calluses.
“If it hurts you, it should hurt me as well,” I rasped as I moved the handle up and down, still only an inch in.
“That’s insanity,” she whispered. “And it doesn’t even hurt. It just stretches me.”
“Last time, it hurt. Don’t worry about me, Rory. Just relax and feel. Really feel the leather inside you.”
She shook her head but didn’t protest. I pushed a bit deeper and leaned forward to lick her clit. She panted as I circled my knife handle and her sensitive flesh.
I’d buried this blade, and many other blades, in so many people, had relished in their cries, but claiming Rory with my knife handle, giving her pleasure with the very thing that only brought pain to others, and receiving pain through my own blade as I gave her pleasure, that would go down as a highlight in my life.
I would go to hell for this. No doubt.
I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t screaming and running away. Why I was sitting here, watching as Nevio fucked me with his knife.
It shouldn’t feel good. But it did. The way Nevio watched me with rapt attention and pure hunger sent spikes of lust through my body I’d never experienced before.