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Mick pushes the blade further inside until I feel the edge of the hilt hit my lips. He stills his hand and I can feel a slight shifting before he resumes the motions, fucking me with the knife.
“Please stop.” I whisper, voice cracking in fear.
He shushes me again and speeds up his movement. The wet sounds coming from the movement grow louder as my core flames with heat and my traitorous body becomes more aroused. “No.” I try again, not sure if I’m saying it more to Mick or to myself.
I can feel myself getting close again and try to fight against the approaching orgasm.
I’ve already let this man take so much from me, I can’t let this happen. I won’t.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to disconnect from the sensations, pushing against the pleasure spreading through me.
I hear a ruffle of clothing then a grunt. Opening my eyes, I look down to see Mick has pulled his cock out and is furiously jerking himself in time with the thrust of his blade.
Any hope I had of staving off my impending release disappears as I watch his hand slide up and down, thumb flicking over the head. I cry out as another earth shattering orgasm rips through my body. Mick roars out his own release and I feel the splash of warmth from his cum landing on my leg. The knife is pulled from me and I wince at the loss. Shame floods me as I watch him tuck away his dick before rising from the bed.
Returning to staring at the ceiling, I will myself not to cry. Not yet. But no matter how much I fight against them, I can’t keep the silent tears from rolling down the side of my face.
I don’t look when Mick returns and wipes me clean with a warm cloth. I don’t react when he cleans my breast and pulls my shirt down again. I don’t say anything when he lays a blanket over my body.
I continue to stare at the ceiling long after he leaves the room. Only one thought repeating over and over inside my head.
I am so fucked.
Chapter 9
Mick
Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
Running a hand over my face, I drop my head between my knees. I didn’t mean to take things as far as I did with Paige last night. I had intended on going in there and scaring her, planning to dole out her punishment later. But the sight of her tied up on my bed, and when she looked at me, said my name.
Fuck.
I lost myself to her. Her body called to me in a way I’ve never known.
She was so responsive too. Even as she begged me to stop with her words, her body screamed for me to keep going. Her dripping cunt at the mixture of pleasure and pain I was delivering almost had me throwing all sense to the wind and fucking her. It wasn’t until I heard her yelling to wake up that I regained any control again.
Paige needed to be punished, not rewarded with my cock. She earned my knife as much as the two men currently dissolving in my kill room. Smirking, I remember how her orgasm racked her body around my blade. It would seem my raven-haired girl is as fucked up as I am.
Groaning, I run my hand through my hair and sit up while adjusting my now hard dick. I look at the door to my room with longing, debating if I have enough time to go visit her and find out how much more depraved she is.
My phone dings, reminding me I’m already late. I sigh and push off the couch. Snatching my keys, I head toward the door and pull out my phone to see the message.
Rick:
You on your way?
Me:
Heading out now.
Rick:
Good. We can’t afford to mess this up.
Rolling my eyes, I remind myself for the thousandth time why I need the little prick. The only reason he’s still breathing, despite the pain in my ass he’s proven to be.
Me:
