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“Mikey!” Liam warns but his brother doesn’t acknowledge that he’s spoken. Instead he goes on staring at me, his dark eyes burning into mine. Every muscle in his body seems to vibrate with the effort of holding himself back.
“I think that you were talking about way more than the mask, Red. You come to me when you’re looking for a little fun, right? Sometimes, I wonder if me being that for you has made you forget who I really am.”
My heart kicks up another gear as he slips that blade a little lower, pressing the flat of the tip against my clit. I glare at him, hoping the fire in my eyes matches his. “I have never forgotten for a second who you really are, Mikey Ryan.”
He runs his teeth over the curve of my jaw before he asks, “and who is that, Red?”
“A man who comes home to his wife and children soaked in the blood of his enemies.”
I gasp as he presses the blade a little firmer, but Mikey simply smirks at my reaction. He’s a man of many talents, and one of them is being a skilled chef, which means that he handles knives like no-one else I’ve ever known. I’m not in any danger with him. I don’t know what he’s going on with him right now – whether he’s pissed or hurting – but I can be whatever he needs, just like he would do for me.
“Just because you make me laugh more than any other person I know, and because you’re my best friend…” His eyes soften a little at those words. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know the kind of man you really are – the same kind you’ve always been.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses over my throat as he holds the knife still against me. “Now I think maybe you’re just trying to make me go a little easier on you.”
“I don’t need you to go easy,” I pant as the blood thunders around my body. My clit throbs against the pressure of his blade and I want to rock my hips against it despite how dangerous that would be.
“You don’t, huh?” he teases me as his lips dust over my collarbone, making me shiver.
“No,” I groan, frustrated at being unable to move. I want to touch him. Weave my fingers through his hair and wrap my legs around his waist as I grind myself on his huge cock.
“Shall I fuck you with my knife?” he whispers softly.
“Fuck me with anything you want, just fuck me,” I hiss, my skin burning with fire and need.
“You’re such a needy little hostage,” he laughs darkly. “But I think I want to feel that tight pussy for myself.” He tosses the knife onto the floor and my entire body sags against the mattress as my muscles relax.
The sound of his zipper opening makes wet heat sear between my thighs – dammit these boys play me like a violin. Mikey shifts his position so that he can lift my legs up in the air, until the backs of my calves are pressed against his chest and my feet are either side of his head. My arms burn as all my weight rests on them, and I wince as the rope digs into my wrists.
“You sure you don’t want me to take it easy on you?” he asks with a grin.
I glare at him, refusing to back down because I can take whatever he can give me and then some. “Give me everything you got.”
That devilish grin he had on his face turns downright sadistic as he slams into me, knocking the air from my body and making my teeth rattle in my head.
“Holy fuck.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” he groans as he pulls out and slams into me again.
“Is that all you got?” I pant even as my internal organs feel like they’ve turned to molten lava.
“You want more?”
“Much more.”
He leans down, planting his hands either side of my head and folding me like a pretzel before he drives into me again, and my eyes almost roll out of my head. “Fuck, Red, you’re going to fucking kill me,” he growls as he nails me to the tiny bed with so much force the small metal frame ricochets off the wall.
My core tightens and my walls clench around his cock, squeezing him deeper as he rails into me with everything he has. The bed squeaks and rattles but the noise is mostly drowned out by Mikey’s growling and grunting in my ear as he fucks me mercilessly.
He doesn’t ease off when I scream his name as my orgasm crashes into me like a freight train. He doesn’t ease off when the metal legs break under the force of his thrusting and the entire bed crashes to the floor. He wraps my legs around his waist instead, burying his face into my neck as he fucks me like a man possessed. When he finds his own release he roars my name as he grinds out every drop of himself into me.
I pant for breath, his heavy weight on top of me causing my arms to start feeling completely numb.
“Fuck, Jessie,” he groans as he pushes himself up onto his forearms allowing me some room to move. Then he seals his lips over mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me so hard I almost lose my breath again. He tastes so good. Of fresh air and mint and a little bourbon.
I’m left wanting when he pulls back, grinning at me like he knows exactly what his kisses do to me.
“Good girl,” he says softly and my face breaks into a huge smile.
