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My heart slams in my chest. My stomach hurling in pleasure.
His eyes stay on mine, hooded, dark and filled with greed. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss away your sins.”
I lean forward and suck his tongue into my mouth. The taste of metal surfs over my tongue, slithering its way down my throat.
“Get on the bed and wait for me.”
I lean back, my cheeks flushed red. I nod, padding my way to the bedroom. My heart is pounding from adrenaline, probably the same kind that gets girls killed. I trust Nate, though. We both need this as much as the other, it’s what the unspoken pleading tonight was about. The closure we both need to end what happened tonight. What happened with Micaela.
I kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for him, a half-smile delicately touching my lips. I can’t help it. I’m not submissive by any sense of the word, but I like playing games, probably as much as he does, which is why our bed tricks have always been toxic. Before we were parents. When you first become a parent, there are certain things that pound into your head. You shouldn’t say that, eat that, fuck like that… you get the picture. Suddenly you’re making every decision for how you are as a parent too…
Well, we don’t have that anymore, and I can feel the toxicity seep through my pores and plant its seeds deep in my bones. The only question is, will I water them, or let them die?
Nate saunters into the bedroom, naked and broody. He tilts his head and then makes his way to the top drawer. He pulls out a silver switchblade, and I freeze. Oh shit. That’s what you get, Tillie. Playing with The Kings will get you killed.
A cruel smirk sneaks onto his mouth. “Get up and get on the bed.”
I do, fumbling to my feet and backing up onto the bed. He pushes a button and a long blade switches out. He comes close, until his stomach is clenching in front of my face. He runs the blunt edge of the knife down my chest, my breathing thick and labored. He continues to drag it over my nipple, circling.
“Do you trust me?”
I lick my lips, my eyes closing.
“Answer me Tillie, did you, and do you, trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he trails the knife down to my inner thigh. “Do you need a safe word?” His tone is teasing, and for a second, I see a sliver of Nate.
My eyes fire to life. “No.”
“Your second sin? Was not trusting me enough.” The blade twists and I feel a sting slice across my upper thigh. “I always said that I loved breaking you just so I could put you back together exactly how I wanted, maybe pocket a few pieces of you that you’d never get back. Maybe we could try that literally…”
My blood turns cold as I feel it drip down my inner thigh. He leans around me as I open my eyes and I’m met with the crook of his neck. His vein stammers underneath his slick flesh and I have to fight all of the urges inside of me that want to lean over and sink my teeth into him until he screams. I feel my wrists loosen from their hold and I twist them as I bring them to the front of me.
He grins, dangling my white panties between us, as they hang on the tip of the blade he just fucking cut me with. Cunt cut me. But before I can think about that, he brings it to his nostrils and inhales deeply, a merciless grin possessing his lips.
“Mine.”
He yanks them off and runs them over my body before shoving me onto my back. I fall backward, my hair spreading out beneath me. I watch as he lowers between my thighs again. But instead of sucking my pussy, he licks up the blood that he made with the knife.
“That sin was brutal. I’m sorry, baby, you know how I get jealous…”
He sucks my thighs until my hips meet air, desperate for friction. He bites down hard, and then bites on my other side, climbing to the area where my thighs meet my pussy. He nibbles, and then leans up. His thick angry cock is pulsing, cum dripping off his tip. Nate tosses the blade across the room and lowers himself on top of me, his cock filling me up to the brim.
I scream in pleasure as another orgasm wracks at my bones from his simple invasion.
I’m so fucked with him.
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, gripping onto my hips and pulling me up until I’m face-down-ass-up. His fingers bite into my hips when he slams into me again, just as I’m riding my second orgasm. He pounds into me, his balls slamming against my clit. Sweat drips off my forehead as he continues his assault, tearing at my insides with every thrust. He spins me back onto my back, throwing me against the headboard.
