My vision blurs, the lack of oxygen numbing my senses, and right when my eyelids begin to flutter, he lifts his hand from my mouth. I swallow air, then remember what Piper used to tell me—hit them in the balls, eyes, or nose; it’s where they’re most vulnerable—and I jab Dice’s eyes. He freezes.
A red mark tints the skin across his eyes. Then his lips peel back, like he’s unleashing the true beast inside of him. A guttural growl bursts through his mouth. Adrenaline pumps through me.
What have I done?
He pushes me to the hallway floor, the carpet fibers rubbing my back raw as he presses into me. He holds up my chin, forcing me to look away from him as he licks my face. Once his pants are undone again, his unbearably hard cock rubs against my seam, and my pussy constricts. My cries transform into moans…of pain? of desperation? or surrender? I don’t know, but my legs spread wider, willing him to come inside of me, and when the wide head of his cock teases my entrance, I let go, yielding every ounce of control to him.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Spread that pussy for me. Just like that.”
Those words split me apart. I thrust my hips. He refuses to speak to me, and yet he’s said more to me in these last few minutes of chasing me than he’s said since he first tipped me. I’ve got this feeling like he stayed silent to protect me. Because he knew this would happen.
A tear runs down my cheek. “Why are you doing this?” I whisper.
“You know why.”
With a violent thrust, his cock impales me, penetrating so damn deep. He leans on one forearm, using his knife with the other hand, holding the hard blade against my throat. I have to stay still and compliant.
And god, it feelsgoodto know that he wants me this much. That there’s no chance that he’ll leave me. Not when he’s willing to do this. Heneedsto have me. And that comforts me.
“Tell me the truth,” he says, pressing the sharp edge of the blade into my neck. “Are you working for Harry Hayes?”
“What?” I rasp. Repulsion shoots through me. Dice thrusts, and the disgust is replaced by confusion and arousal. “I asked you to spy on him!”
“I know your kind,” Dice says. Finally, our eyes meet. Those black orbs sear into me. Fear and excitement battle inside of me, unable to decipher whether I’m supposed to let him fuck me or if I’m supposed to fight him. What if I want to do both?
“You think you can trick me into believing your lies?” he says, his voice low. “That I’m weak because you have some sort of pussy magic over me?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You’re a demon.”
Then his eyes shift, and something stills inside of him. He’s truly debating whether to end my life. My throat closes up.
“Tell me the truth,” he repeats, his voice softer this time. “Are you working for Mr. Harry?”
If I tell him the truth, I don’t think he’ll believe me. And if I lie, saying I’m working for Mr. Harry, then he may kill me. Neither option is good.
But I refuse to die a liar.
“I’m not working for Mr. Harry,” I cry.
Dice throws the blade away from us. He holds my neck, putting pressure where he superficially cut my skin, and it stings like a motherfucker. He cuts off my air, and that pain evaporates. The world darkens around us, and I’m so sure that this is it. I’m a dead woman. I asked a mad man for help, and he turned out to be aparanoidmad man. My hearing muffles, and for a brief second, I think my parents were right. I chose to be a stripper, and this is where I ended up. Killed by a customer.
Then Dice licks the blood off of his palm. He shoves his dick so deep inside of me that he hits my cervix. A dull pain radiates through me. His skin rubs against my clit, and I’m pushed over the edge, fading into a world of bliss.
When I look up, his eyes are locked on mine, completely obsessed, like he’ll never let me go. I convulse, letting that overwhelming chaos roll through my body. He keeps fucking me at the same speed, like he wants me to experience every millisecond of this orgasm.
And once I let out an exhausted sigh, Dice pulls out, coming on my stomach, his eyes still captivated by me.
CHAPTER6
LILY
Dice’s shoulders loosen.His eyelids lower. His chest expands. The pleasure visibly leaves his body.
I hold my breath. I’ve never seen him relax before, and it stuns me. He’s like a beast calmed by a lullaby.
Do orgasms truly have the power to relax him?Or is it me?
