Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
LANA
C ole’s eyes widen the second he registers what I’m doing. He thought he was in control, but I’m about to show him that was, and will never be, the case.
My knife easily slides through the material of his shirt, baring his chest to me. God, his skin is so… clean. I just want to dirty him up, corrupt him, bleed him dry. I want to show him the horrors of the world and revel in his tears when he realizes who he’s been messing with this entire time.
Though his reaction to everything that happened tonight has proven that he’s tougher than I thought he was. I figured he’d run, that he’d call the cops or panic.
He did none of that.
Nope, he just ended up fucking me against the damn wall.
Maybe this guy isn’t who I thought he was, but I still plan on ruining him either way.
At least Cole is getting special treatment since this is my favorite weapon, one that I only use for special occasions, so I figured it would be better to use this than the one I threw to the floor after killing two men .
Cole tenses beneath me as soon as the knife meets his bare skin, and I grin wickedly. He’s not scared or worried about what I’m going to do to him. No, he’s excited. He likes this.
I continue to ride him slowly while trailing the blade up and down his torso, never using enough pressure to slice him. His jaw tenses and he glares up at me, just daring me to go ahead and do it.
Oh, my sweet, sweet pretty boy.
I’ll give you what you want.
What you need.
A small amount of blood wells on his stomach as I make a small, vertical cut into his skin. He must like the pain, because he throws his head back with a groan and I shush him quietly.
“Don’t make another sound,” I murmur, before speeding up my movements and riding him faster.
A smile pulls at my lips when he remains silent. “That’s it, good boy,” I purr, and his eyes darken.
I shift a little so his dick is hitting me just right before bringing my knife back down and slicing into him once more. Just once. A horizontal line connecting at the beginning from the bottom of the previous one, marking my first initial into his skin, leaving my brand on him.
“ Fuck ,” he growls and thrusts up into me at the same time his thumb finds my clit and rubs small circles over it. The pressure inside me builds until I’m hovering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall.
I moan and he groans, both of us so close I can almost taste his release along with mine.
“Feels so good,” he grunts as his thrusts become more erratic.
“Of course it does. Did you expect anything less?” I choke out, and he laughs before it’s cut off as he throws his head back again.
“Shit, little menace,” he hisses as I scrape my nails down his chest. “I’m gonna come,” he moans.
“So do it, pretty boy. Come for me,” I order, and he obeys. He’s so loud that I have to cover his mouth with my hand as we both come undone almost simultaneously.
My body vibrates with pleasure as I whimper and grind against him, prolonging my orgasm before it slowly ebbs away and I slump down on top of him, burying my head in the crook of his shoulder.
Once my breathing and heart rate return to normal, reality comes crashing in and I climb off of him, straightening my dress and panties while he huffs and climbs to his feet. He’s yet to right his clothing, and I know I can’t stick around any longer.
Now that we’ve fucked, I want nothing more to do with him.
I used him for a release, just like he did me, and now hopefully this will be the end of this back and forth we’ve had. I reach down and pick up both of my knives, wiping them off before placing them back in my boots.
“You should get out of here before cleanup comes,” I murmur as I pull my phone from my pocket and start typing out a message to Dare. “See you around, pretty boy.”