Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
Silas
A thief … offering her body to me ?
And here I was thinking I couldn’t laugh harder. I’ve never been offered a better toy in my life.
“Tie her up,” I tell Heath.
“Wait, what?” she protests, but I cover her mouth with my hand.
“You offered … and I’ve taken the deal. Now I wanna play with my new, dirty, little thief.”
I wink at Heath, who rips his own belt through the hoops and swiftly ties it around her wrists, kneeling on the long end of the belt so it’s secured in place. This thief isn’t going anywhere … and it’s time to pay for her fucking crimes.
“You’ve got guts, twig, I admit. But you seriously don’t know what you signed up for … so let me show you how depraved I can get. Maybe then you’ll regret stealing from me.”
The flicker of fear in those deep brown eyes makes me rock hard.
Then she bites down on my finger.
My nostril twitches, and I push my finger deeper into her mouth, savoring the pain.
“You wanted a taste? Here. Taste my fucking blood, thief. You won’t get another chance.”
She spits out my finger and yells, “You’re fucked up.”
I laugh. Loudly. Wildly.
What else should I do when someone tells me the obvious?
“You thought I didn’t know?” The look of terror on her face gets me going. “The only one here who didn’t was you, apparently. But you’re about to find out how truly fucked up I can get.”
I pull my fingers away from her teeth and slowly wrap them around her neck one by one, watching her struggle to suck in the oxygen like a fish out of water. I choke her until she practically begs me with her eyes to give her the life she’s so desperately trying to hold on to.
Sometimes, maybe one second of the day, I wish I wasn’t such a fucked-up lunatic who enjoys the pain of others. But then that one second passes, and I’m back to my crazed self. I don’t give a fucking care in the world what anyone thinks about that, and especially not this girl.
“Are you going to be a good little thief or a bad one?” I growl. “Nod if you’ll behave.”
She moves her head up and down, and I release the pressure just enough to allow her to gasp.
God, that fucking sound makes my dick twitch.
“Good girl,” Heath groans, clearly enjoying this by the size of the bulge in his pants.
“Already rewarding her for good behavior?” I say. “And we haven’t even started toying with her yet.”
“Gotta give her some motivation,” he retorts, wriggling his brows.
I like how his brain works.
I put my knife against her chest and push it into her shirt. “Now … how much were you willing to give me again?”
RIP!
I cut through the fabric with ease, exposing her tits to the dark of the night and our wild eyes. And fuck me, they are small and pointy, just how I like them.
“Nice tits, twig,” I groan.
“Fuck you,” she growls.
I stick the pointy end of the knife into her chest, right between those pretty tits.
“You always this foulmouthed to the person holding the knife?”
She makes a face. “You won’t kill me.”
A filthy grin spreads on my cheeks. “How are you so sure of yourself?”
“Because you took the deal,” Heath interjects.
I narrow my eyes at him. He’s not supposed to take her side.
“Do what you want,” she says, averting her eyes. “I don’t care.”
So easy to throw away her body like it means nothing to her … I wonder why.
“You.” I point my knife at her face. “Eyes on me.”
“Fuck y—”
She stops the second I grip her nipple and twist, swallowing down the scream she really, really wants to let out.
“Give me your scream, little thief.”
When she doesn’t react, I lean over and cover her nipple with my mouth instead, lavishing it with licks and nibbles until she’s squirming beneath me.
“See? You know how it works. Now let me hear.” I bite down.
A squeal follows, and it makes my cock nearly break through my pants.
Fuck me.
This is what I live for, what I’d literally kill for.
“That’s our good girl.” Heath leans over to lick her other nipple like he’s enjoying a lollypop.
“Had enough yet?” she asks.
I lean sideways so she can see me. “You think this is it? We’ve only just started.”
I lower myself down her body until I’m right between her legs, which I force apart.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You thought you could steal from me without giving me something in return?” I slide the knife down her belly and into her pants. “I’ll take, and take, and take from you and use your body as I see fit until you have nothing left to give, and even then …” A dirty grin spreads on my face. “I’ll take more.”
POP!
“Until every last inch of your body belongs to me .”
I tear away the button that keeps her pants together, and in one swift yank, I have them down her thighs. Pussy never fails to excite me, but this one right here … this is what I’ll fucking savor.
“Don’t claim her all for yourself,” Heath groans, rubbing himself right through his pants.
“You can have her mouth … this pussy is mine.”
I cut through the fabric of her panties and rip them off, watching her face begin to glow with heat. She jerks on the belt around her wrist, but it’s no use. Heath is right there to keep her in place.
I lean in to take a whiff of my prey, the delectable scent of pussy making me hungry, greedy … animalistic.
“This pussy is begging to be punished …” I murmur, fanning hot air across until she begins to squirm. “And I know just how.”
I firmly grab the knife and hold it over her skin while I lower myself and take the first lick. I can taste the fear, and what an aphrodisiac, fuck.
I push the knife into her skin and watch the blood droplet roll down into her slit.
“Fuck!” she hisses.
I lap it up and spread it all over her clit, which thumps under my tongue.
“I’m going to make you wish you never laid eyes on my prized possessions,” I say, licking her until she begins to squirm while firmly clutching the knife as it slowly pierces her skin. “By marking you as my prize.”
Ivy
Marking … me?
I can’t even process what it means before Silas digs the sharp end of the knife into my skin beneath my belly button, making me hiss.
“Yes, that’s it … make those sounds,” he groans.
He licks my clit at the same time, causing excitement and fear to ripple through my body simultaneously. Warm blood trickles down my skin, and each of my blood droplets is caught by his eager tongue.
This is insane. He’s crazy. Completely, out of his mind demented.
He’s going to mark me as his?
The knife drags down my skin, the pain so sharp I let out a whimper, and Silas literally moans into my slit.
“Fuck yes, that’s it.” He laps me up like there’s no tomorrow, causing equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and with every passing second, I become more and more confused.
“Scream for me, little slut. Let me hear you scream.”
I refuse. I can take a cut. He won’t get his fix, not from me.
“Go on, make a sound,” he whispers into my mound as he looks up at me from underneath thick eyelashes, rolling his tongue around to catch all the droplets. “I know you want to.”
“Fuck you,” I spit instead, watching his eyes twitch. “What the hell are you drawing?”
I may have lost my body, but I still have my defiance, and I’ll be damned if I let go of that.
But Silas merely laughs. “You’ll see when I’m done with you.”
His tongue rolls around my slit again, and it feels so good I temporarily lose focus on the fact that he’s piercing my skin.
“God, I’m so going to fucking enjoy seeing you punish her,” Heath groans, leaning over to lavish my nipples with more kisses and licks.
It’s incredibly hard to focus, but Silas reminds me of his torment by coaxing out more blood. He enjoys seeing me ache because, with every stroke, he gazes up to see the look on my face, all while licking me like his life depends on it. And I’m lost in a confusing clash of soreness and bliss because of that damn tongue of his.
Suddenly, two fingers enter me, and I gasp.
“I can feel your wetness, little slut,” he groans. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
No, I’d never, ever admit that to myself or to him. Never.
I jerk around in the belt because right now, I wish nothing more than to slap him in the face so hard he’ll see fucking stars for daring to remind me of my own pleasure building up.
Heath snorts. “It’s no use, thief, I know how to tie a knot.”
“Fuck you,” I spit at him.
“Say that again, and I might just fucking do it,” he retorts.
Silas’s knife pushes even deeper into my pubic area, and I tilt my head back to bite my tongue. The way his tongue circles my most sensitive spot and his fingers roll around inside me almost makes it feel like he’s a goddamn expert, and it’s so hard not to react. Every inch of pain he gives me is accompanied by mind-blowing pleasure, and I can’t tell the two apart anymore.
This is what he wants … to wreck me, completely.
And he’s only just begun.
Each letter he carves makes me bite my lip so I don’t let out a sound. But goddamn, is he making it hard on me.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but then Heath starts to fumble with his zipper right above me.
SLAP!
I yelp and nearly buckle from the sizzle of a flat hand on my pussy.
“Eyes on me, slut,” Silas growls. “Look at me while I lick this pussy like no one else ever fucking has.”
“You deranged motherfucker,” I growl.
He merely laughs. “I like this dynamic we’ve got going on here. But you will lay still and take it like a good girl, won’t you?” He runs his fingers through the wound he just created, and I hiss from the ache. He lifts his fingers to his lips, and his tongue dips out to lick the blood, my blood, off the tips.
Holy shit.
“Because you agreed to be my little plaything,” he says, a wicked grin on his face, “and there’s no coming back from that.”
Another painful gash is applied, and deep down in the dark corners of my mind, I begin to wonder what it is he’s drawing on me. And whether it’s supposed to feel so goddamn good to be hurt.
But it’s no use. I can’t see, and no matter how many times I’d ask, he wouldn’t answer.
“How much more?” I ask.
“You will take every inch of this blade and my fucking tongue before I will ever let you off the hook,” he growls.
He flicks my most sensitive spot with his tongue until my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. “Please,” I mutter as I close my eyes.
“Hear that, Heath?” he murmurs from between my legs. “That sounds like a thief begging for mercy.”
But when I open my eyes, there’s a dick right in front of my face. It’s huge, at least seven, maybe eight inches of thick, veiny hardness with multiple piercings, including a reverse Prince Albert through the tip.
Heath tilts his head, a bemused smile on his face. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“Better put that filthy mouth to good use,” Silas groans, swiveling his tongue around until I can barely focus.
Heath grips my chin and forces my head back. “Open up, thief. Let me see if you can take my cum as easy as you took my money.”
He pushes down on my lips, and before I know it, he’s pushed the tip all the way across my tongue and into my mouth.
He barely fits in my mouth, not only the length, but the girth too.
“Make her gag,” Silas growls.
Heath pushes even farther, going past my uvula and into my throat. God, I can feel each and every one his piercings as they rub against my tongue.
“Fuck, you have such a tight little throat,” Heath groans, tilting his head back. “Almost makes me forget…”
Forget . Something I wish I could after tonight, but these boys will never let me.
But what could he possibly want to forget?
My teeth scrape against his length as I try not to choke while simultaneously trying to ignore the tongue gyrating between my legs … but it’s no use. These boys have my head spinning, and the longer it goes on, the deeper I sink into their madness.
Heath
I’ve felt my fair share of tongues before, but never one so filthy and willing to spew rage. Most girls who come into the Skull and Serpent Society house practically beg me to take them to my room and fuck them in every orifice. But this girl? She hates our fucking guts.
Which is why it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever done. Fuck.
My cock slips so easily down her wet throat, and I can’t help grasp her neck to feel my length deep inside her. The thrill of toying with our prey has me groaning out loud.
“Fuck, we should’ve done this sooner.”
I pull out for a second to allow her to breathe, and she gasps for air, but the second she tries to spit out more swear words, I thrust right back in.
“Don’t use that tongue for swearing, put it to better use,” I say, gripping her face tightly. “Wrap it around my shaft and suck.”
She struggles with my size, but it only makes me harder.
Silas laughs. “That’s it; slip that cock down her throat and make her choke on it.”
“I know how to fuck a pretty throat when I see one. You focus on licking that pussy.”
“I’ll do what I damn well want to,” he retorts, and he punctures her skin with his knife again, writing the next letter onto her skin while he laps up the blood like an animal in heat. “And this slut will take whatever I have to give.”
He slaps her pussy, and it makes her jolt up and down, her moans reverberating through my shaft, and my balls tighten from how good it feels.
“Her sounds are the icing on the cake,” Silas says, flicking his knife around.
“I’ll give her some icing,” I say, grinning like a crazed motherfucker as I slide in deeper and deeper.
She gargles, and I pull out for a moment.
“One. Two. Three.”
Her eyes widen. “I—” I grin and shove right back in again, watching her struggle with the limited amount of oxygen I allowed her.
What she doesn’t understand is that her body no longer belongs to her.
It belongs to us now.
I thrust and thrust, spreading her own saliva all over her face before I dive back in again, making her filthier with every stroke.
Oh yes, I will very much fucking enjoy playing with this newfound toy.
Maybe this girl … will finally make me get over it.
This girl right here with her filthy mouth and her greedy little lips, sucking me dry as she tries her best to atone for her sin. Every one of my thrusts is matched by a swirl of Silas’s tongue around her most sensitive spot, causing her whole body to spasm from the stimulation.
“Yes, that’s it. Earn back your fucking innocence,” I growl, burying myself to the hilt just so I can grab her nipples with both hands and twist. When I pull out, she sucks in the air like it’s her final breath. “Whose body is this?”
“Mine,” she retorts.
Silas marks her skin with the blade, making her muscles strain, only for her to relapse into arousal the second his tongue hits her clit. “Wrong.”
“Open your damn mouth,” I tell her.
When she does, I spit inside and push her mouth shut. “Now swallow.” After a few seconds, she finally does what I say. “Good girl.” A smug smile spreads on my face. “Now, who does this mouth belong to?”
She coughs. “You.”
“And who does this fucking pussy belong to?” Silas slaps it for good measure.
“You.” She makes a face, almost like she hates the mere idea of saying it out loud.
She bargained for this, and she will learn what it means to make a deal with evil incarnate. We don’t fucking play nice.
“Now … give me one more scream,” Silas growls, and he carves the final letter into her skin and sucks up the blood like a goddamn vampire.
I pull out of her right when he finishes and discards the knife. Her moan echoes through the woods, along with his roars as he pulls his hard-on from his pants and covers her with cum.