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I readily obliged, twisting my piercings until I gasped with the sparks of pain that radiated from my nipples.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Happily.
God, I was on cloud nine—flying high with a type of euphoria that was hard to contain. His entire family was in the house—would hear us if I wasn’t quiet—and I couldn’t make myself care.
The tip of the blade pressed against my pussy, and the skimpy lace of my panties did nothing to deter the feel of it. My back arched off the bed.
“Killian!” I panted.
“Quiet now,” Killian murmured against my skin. I tangled one hand in his hair, desperately needing something to cling to. The blade slipped under the side of my panties, the metal brushing wickedly against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“I mean it, Genevieve,” he growled, his tone threatening. “Not a fucking sound.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. Unable to help myself, I rocked my hips, needing more. He set the flat of the blade to my clit, applying pressure.
“Make yourself come, my sinful princess.” He sank his teeth into my skin as I rocked against the blade. It was sinful and so damn hot. My body was primed and ready. Every thrust against the metal sent a wave of pleasure through my body that had me struggling to remain quiet. I was an unhinged, desperate mess. “Let go, Genevieve. Don’t fucking hold back. Make a mess of my knife before I cut these goddamn panties off you.”
God, this man. Grabbing a fistful of blanket, I shoved it in my mouth to suffocate the scream I let out as I came undone. My world devolved into a burst of stars and praise as he coaxed me through it. My chest heaved while I caught my breath.
When I pulled the blanket from my mouth, Killian hooked the blade through my lace panties. With two swift movements, he sliced the fabric apart and tossed it aside. The knife vanished, and his hand covered my mouth. His tongue trailed up the curve of my neck, and he kissed that spot under my ear. A full-body shudder was his reward.
Every inch of me was wildly open to the world—sensitive and responsive. The weight of his hard dick against my clit as he rubbed himself through my wetness was nearly enough to make me shatter all over again. He roughly repositioned my body and hiked my thigh up over his hip.
“You should feel just how wet you are, my sinful princess.” That pet name. Him embracing the darker parts of me did something to him. Him running with them and making them his own threatened to take me apart at the seams. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Do you like when I call you that, Genevieve?”
I nodded against his hand.
“Does my sweet little wife like sharing those dark and twisted fantasies she entertains when no one is around?” Killian asked. I nodded again. He was inside my head, rooting around in all the little things I never shared with the world. It left me ripped open and exposed, but I trusted him with them. He flexed his hips, burying his dick deep inside me at a tantalizing rate. “Tell me, my sinful princess, did you like the feel of my knife against your pussy?”
I tried to wiggle against him, desperate for more from him, but the weight of him held me there.
“Answer the question, Genevieve,” he said, his tone offering no room for argument. He leaned back, those dark eyes watching me closely. I nodded. “Would you have liked it if I turned it around and fucked you with the handle until you came all over it?”
It should’ve bothered me that I didn’t have to think about it—that I knew the answer so readily. The nod I gave him was instinctual. I would’ve enjoyed it. There was no question of that.
“And what if I told you I killed a man with that knife—one that deserved it?” Killian continued. “Would you still want me to fuck you with it, Genevieve?”
My brows came together as I stared at him. He was serious, and I believed him. And while I didn’t understand it, I didn’t care. There had always been dark and broken parts to the sweet and loving man I’d married. Parts he buried from the world as best he could. Dark and broken, sweet and loving… they were two sides of the same coin. They mirrored mine. Understood mine.
And so I slowly nodded because it didn’t change a thing.
“Why?” he asked as if genuinely surprised by my response. I reached up and moved his hand from my mouth so I could speak. He needed to hear the words
“Because your dark parts match mine,” I whispered. His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue driving through my lips. He swallowed the gasp I let out as he drove into me.
We melted into a feral mess of want and need. His teeth bruised my skin, my nails cut into his. Over and over, he played me like a goddamn instrument—finding every spot to touch, taste, and ruin until I came undone for him. His hand muffled my scream as I burst at the seams, my muscles clamping down hard on his dick. His grunts and moans melted into my skin as he came with me, his dick pulsing inside me.
His body stilled, and his forehead came to rest on mine. Our breath mingled as we both worked to catch it. His touch turned gentle, and his hand brushed down the length of my body. I shivered, every nerve in overdrive.
“You okay?” Killian asked softly.
“That depends,” I said. He pulled back, frowning slightly.
“On?”
