Chapter 9 – Ava Jade #3
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.
He grunted, pained and shuddering, coming to his own release, and it was that knowledge that broke me. I came hard on his cock, gripping him like he was the only life raft in a turbulent sea. Stars burst against the back of my eyelids as I struggled for breath.
He pumped his last with a feral sound stealing from his lips. When his hand around my throat opened, I cried out, shouting as the orgasm continued to tear through me, making my muscles tighten and spasm, legs shaking, cunt throbbing.
Rook remained there, seated inside me, lightly flicking my swollen clit to keep the orgasm rolling even when I tried to fight him off, tried to squirm away, unable to take any more.
His cock slid out, hands dragging down my body until he was upright again, breathing heavily.
The front door burst open, and I pulled my knees in, rolling from the countertop to snatch a blade from the floor as Grey raced into the kitchen, wild eyed.
I made my gaping mouth shut, staring like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Rook leaned back against the counter by the sink, wholly unbothered. His cock still hard but softening slowly.
It took Grey a moment to realize there was no threat. The grip on the gun in his right hand loosened as he swallowed, replacing it into the back of his jeans.
“If you gotten back just a little sooner, you could’ve joined us,” Rook said, bending to grab his pack of cigarettes from the floor, tugging one out to put it between his lips.
Grey frowned.
“You know how Corvus feels about smoking in the house,” Grey said, his shoulders tensing as he waltzed through the kitchen past us to the stairs. “Go outside.”
“Grey,” I hedged and he paused on the landing, his knuckles going white from their grip on the banister.
“Stay here tonight,” he said without turning. “If you don’t want to sleep in the spare room, I’m sure Rook won’t mind sharing his bed.”
With that, he left us, ascending the stairs. His footfalls echoed in the silence, but there came no slammed door. Just the faint tap of wood on wood. Of a door closing without a handle to keep it properly shut.
I winced, dropping my head with a sigh.
“Want a dart?” Rook offered, and I turned to find him lighting the cigarette between his lips while holding another out to me.
I stole the one from his lips instead, inhaling the tarry smoke and exhaling it on a sigh. I wasn’t a smoker, but there was something about a good smoke after a good fuck.
I took another drag before passing it back.
“You held back,” I accused him. I felt almost cheated.
The truth was, I could tell he was holding back a lot .
The fact that he could hold back boded well for my survival, but I’d told him not to.
I wanted it all. Every dark, depraved part, but he’d denied me that. Why?
The smug look dropped from his face. “I…”
“You what?”
He jerked his head to the stairs. “Come on, Ghost. You need bandages—and a shower.”