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Declan
With my cockstill deep inside of her, I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat once more. Her pulse throbs beneath my hand, her skin warm, and begging to be marked. She is pleading with me to hurt her, what a stupid girl she is. She shouldn’t test me like this. Offer herself up to me like this. She’s tempting me, but what happens when it’s no longer temptation? What happens when I draw her blood for the first time? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I catch sight of the crimson leaving her body.
I bring the knife to her stomach, the same spot I took a bullet just a few hours ago. An eye for an eye. My gaze flicks up to hers, those blue eyes of hers shining down on me. There isn’t a lick of fear in those depths when there definitely should be.
My eyes roam over her face. She’s so fucking beautiful it should be a crime. Beautiful, and perfect, and fuck I shouldn’t want her as badly as I do, but I can’t stop it and her asking me to do this, to hurt her, it’s only stirred that need inside me.
I grit my teeth, her pussy tightening around my cock and without hesitation as I press the blade into her creamy white skin. A soft gasp escapes her plump lips, and I watch with excitement as the sharp metal digs into her flesh, a drop of blood springs from a shallow gash to run across the blade.
My gaze narrows in on the blade as the blood beads at the tip, anticipating my excitement, I expect it to overcome me…instead a sick feeling starts festering in my gut. I suck in a breath, filling my lungs with as much air as possible, waiting for the satisfaction to wash over me. What the hell? I should feel satisfied beyond measure and yet I don’t. I’m waiting for peace to find me. But it never comes, nothing does. The blood stains her beautiful skin, and for nothing, because I feel nothing, no elation, excitement, no satisfaction and I realize why…. It’s not revenge I want from her.
The knife suddenly feels heavier in my hand and I drop it. It falls down to the bed sheets beside us, landing with a heavy thud.
Looking down at the small cut on her otherwise unblemished skin has me feeling anything but satisfied. Instead, I feel…fuck…I feel guilt.
“Fuck me, Declan,” she moans, grabbing onto my upper arms. She still wants me, after what I just did? How is that possible? I don’t stop to ask questions, instead I push the unwanted guilt away as far as I can and concentrate on nothing but the woman on my lap. I want her, truly want her. Revenge is as far from my mind as it gets right now. Grabbing her slim waist, I force her down onto my cock while thrusting upward at the same time. Her head tips back and a deep moan vibrates through her chest.
Fuck, she’s sealing our fates with each inch of my cock she takes.
My side hurts like fucking hell every time I flex, but I don’t care. I keep fucking her until I feel her pussy start to quiver around my shaft. Our juices gather around my balls, cum, and her arousal coating my body.
“Not yet, Princess. I’ll tell you when to come,” I order and even I notice that my voice has lost its edge. Shaking the thought away I lie back on the mattress. “First, I want you to ride me.”
She places her hands on my lower stomach for support, and even in the lust filled stupor she’s in, she uses caution, making sure she doesn’t come close to my wound. For some reason that matters to me. The fact that she’s caring for me, the fact that she doesn’t want to hurt me, it means something.
Before I can focus on what it might mean she starts moving. She starts out slow, so slow I think she might be trying to punish me. She’s moving her hips, grinding herself over my cock so fucking perfectly, my balls tighten, and I almost come right then.
It’s not long before she picks up speed, her movements becoming erratic, hurried, like she’s chasing her orgasm.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock, make your pussy squeeze me. Suck that sticky hot cum right out of my cock.” I barely finish speaking, the words just passing my lips when I feel her walls squeezing around me, her head falls back and her whole body tightens as she reaches her climax.
Her body trembles as aftershocks ripple through her pussy, pulling my orgasm right out of me. My balls draw together, and I shoot the biggest fucking load of my life inside of her. Warmth floods my body as I continue thrusting, sticky ropes of hot semen coat her cunt, and I swear I could live inside her forever.
She collapses on top of me, her hands on my chest and her head on my shoulder with her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. Her breath is warm on my skin as I’m wallowing in the aftermath of that mind-blowing orgasm. Sex has always been, well, just sex. It’s never been anything as soul-shattering, all-consuming as this was. I don’t understand the hold she has over my brothers and me.
It’s almost like she’s got a magical pussy or something, either that or she really is that perfect, which is just in-fucking-sane.
When my endorphin flooded brain finally regains control and I’m able to form a coherent thought I know that this can’t really be happening. She can’t be cuddling into my chest, sleeping in my bed with me like this, like we’re a fucking couple or something. She doesn’t want this. How could she? I just drew her blood. My brothers and I kidnapped her, hurt her, violated her and yet here she is clutching onto me like I’m her favorite blanket or something.
I wrap my fingers around her slender arms and pull her off of me. My touch is gentle, which surprises me. Seeing her blood, watching it coat the blade of that knife. It changed everything. It changed me.
“No,” she whimpers, and then a moment later says, “Please…I need this too.”
Need this?
She tilts her head to the side so she can look at my face. Her cheeks are a soft pink, her eyes sleepy. She must see the confusion in my expression because her mouth opens again.
“I want you…I want you to hold me. I want…all of you. In every way I can have you. I want to be yours, theirs.”
“You don’t know what you are saying,” I tell her, shaking my head in disbelief.
“I do know what I’m saying, and I know what I want…I want you.”
“How could you possibly want us?” She must be having a post-orgasmic high. She’s probably confused.
“I’ve never…my father never cared about me. No one's ever cared about me. I’ve been alone my whole life. I don’t even have friends. I want to be yours. I want to belong to you, all of you.”
