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My back arched, and I pushed closer to him, aching for him to take me.
A tug on my ankle and I realized he’d taken my last blade from its sheath there. I bucked again as he laid the flat edge of it against my stomach, cold and hard.
I watched as he traced a line with it downward, turning it slowly to its freshly honed edge.
He watched me carefully while he moved the blade, biting his lip ring, breathing hard.
His cock was almost level with my opening, jutting out from him, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The little silver balls catching the light. Menacing and glorious andall fucking mine.
“Do it,” I told him. “Do it all.”
He flicked the blade just below my hip bone, and I sucked in a breath as the fresh cut met the air. He bared his teeth, sucking in breath through them as his muscles bunched. Watching transfixed as the warmth spilled down my hip, rolling onto the counter.
It was shallow. I cutmyselfdeeper than that.
“More,” I hissed, the feeling of beingalive,offeelingawakening something inside I thought long dead. “More.”
This time when he pressed the knife to my flesh on the opposite side of my hip, I pushed into the blade, my eyes rolling back at the sweet,sweetrelease of the pain.
Rook drew back and the blade slipped out, leaving a fresh trail of red over the counter. He blinked, snapping out of whatever held him hostage and threw the blade, embedding it in a cupboard. It was a good throw, and I squinted at him.
“You aren’t the only one who knows how to use a blade, Ghost.”
He grinned, rough fingers curving around my thighs, lips glistening as he watched the streams of crimson flow out of the wounds like ribbons wrapping around my hips and waist.
He pulled at the same time he thrusted, seating himself inside me to the hilt in one movement.
I lurched as he hit something deep inside me, whimpering as he settled himself there. There was no time to adjust to his size before he was edging out, his Jacob’s Ladder rubbing in the most delicious way before he thrust again. Harder. His thighs slapped noisily against the counter. My body heaved against the cool marble.
I cried out, and he tipped his head back, his jaw taut as he released sounds of his own ecstasy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned as he thrust again, the pain pleasure mix of his fucking already sending me dangerously close to the edge.
“Rook!” I blurted on his next thrust, baring my teeth at his bruising force.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, never ceasing.
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
He doubled his speed until I bounced on the countertop, his fingers digging deep into the meaty flesh of my thighs as he fucked me.
“Yes,” I moaned, biting down on my lip to keep from screaming as my orgasm built.
He changed the angle, pitching himself forward, and I screamed at the loss of the build he’d been laying stroke by stroke. But then his fingers left my thigh to wrap around my throat and my eyes flew open to meet his.
When his other hand grabbed my aching clit, I arched again, unable to scream this time for the dam blocking my air supply. He pinched it hard, and I buckled, then he soothed the ache with gentler circular movements, never changing the pace of his cock between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I whimpered when his grip on my throat loosened just long enough for me to draw a breath.
He began to slow, and I growled. “If you stop, I’ll kill you.”
He smiled, bending to take a nipple into his mouth through my shirt, I clutched his head with a crow of surprise when he bit down, my fingers tangling in his hair, gripping so tightly I’d be shocked if I didn’t rip a bunch out.
“Oh god,” I said on a breath, feeling my climax build.
Rook, sensing it, re-tightened his grip on my throat, rolling my nipple between his teeth, forcing me to jump from that ledge.
