Chapter 18 #2
For a second, she didn’t move. She lay there, trembling, breath catching on another sob. “No, please,” she cried, pushing up on her elbows. Her hand shook, but she obeyed, dragging herself back into position with a quiet, shaky exhale that carried the faintest trace of a whimper.
The sight hit me low, a visceral punch I didn’t bother hiding. Even like this, all messy, undone, and fighting to hold her composure, she was stunning. Maybe more so.
When she finally shifted her tits to the jacket, her breathing was still uneven, lashes damp, mouth parted. “I’m sorry. I’m focused again.”
I let the silence stretch long enough for her to feel the weight of it. Then, with a rough edge to my tone, I said, “Good. Now stay there and don’t move. Eyes on me, whore.”
I leaned down until my face hovered beside hers. She lifted her head enough for our eyes to lock. Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t look away. For a moment, everything else disappeared. There was only that thin thread of heat between us, stretching tighter with every shallow breath she took.
She lifted her head enough for our eyes to lock. The clouds parted, and moonlight caught her face. Fuck, she was breathtaking. Her breath was picking up speed, completely uneven.
The sounds were ragged, half-hitched, like she couldn’t decide whether to breathe or beg. I could feel her shiver when my breath brushed her cheek, the smallest sound escaping her throat, and I stayed there a moment longer.
“These two cuts don’t count,” I hissed, flipping my blade, and running the jagged edge up her outer thigh.
When I got to the place where her panties were knotted at the side of her hip, I slipped the blade under the fabric. With one deft motion and flick of my wrist, I cut through the cloth. It broke free as I threw my head back and yelled into the night. Her pupils blew wide; her lips trembled.
Before she could react, I moved and cut the other side and then pulled the now ruined mess of her red panties off. The little bullet fell to the ground. I twirled the fabric in my hands for a second before bringing it up and inhaling her scent.
It was my turn for a full body shudder. Fuck.
She smelled good. My breathing kicked up, and my muscles tensed.
Adrenaline coursed through me like a raging river after a storm.
I was torn between shoving them back in my face or continuing on this path so I could fuck her.
I shook my head and refocused, letting them drift to the ground.
“Three cuts, on this sexy body. I choose the location. And I don’t want to hear a single sound come from your mouth. Nod if you understand?”
Her brows drew together. “No sounds at all?” she asked.
“You’re not listening very well this evening, are you? What to do with you? I guess, I could take you home.”
She frantically shook her head; her mouth opened and closed several times as she fought the urge to speak. Finally, she scrunched her eyes closed, and fumbled around on the coat.
What the fuck was she looking for?
I nearly doubled over when she bunched what was left of her panties and shoved them in her mouth. Then she lowered her face to the jacket and held perfectly still. My cock jerked violently inside my pants.
“So fucking dirty,” I groaned as her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth moved in small sucking motions.
Her toes curled in bliss at the praise. With a deep breath and the will of a thousand warriors, I turned my gaze away.
The jagged spine of the blade once more danced across her skin, this time along her spine.
The pressure I was using wouldn’t cut. It only caused a sweet tingle as it lightly ran down her skin.
Back up I went, careful to keep my eyes on the knife, fully engaged with this next portion. The goal was small, shallow cuts that wouldn’t scar or cause permanent damage. I moved the knife skilfully over to her shoulder and down her left arm. Stopping at the forearm area, I placed the first cut.
The blade was sharp enough to slice through her delicate skin within seconds. A drop of red formed, and my eyes zeroed in on it, as did hers. Leaning down, I took the flesh into my mouth and sucked. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue.
Further down I went, taking her hand in mine, I sliced a tiny portion on the pad of her pointer finger. Once more I treated myself to the taste of her blood, sucking on her finger.
“You’re doing so well. One more. Can you do it?” I teased.
Her chest heaved, nostrils flaring as she drew in a deep breath. Looked like my little love was fully committed to the game. Not a sound emanated from her, but her body shook like mad. I trailed my fingers up her thigh and touched between her legs, testing her.
She scrunched her eyes closed and sucked harder on the fabric.
Fuck, when the guys hear about this…
I threaded my fingers through her hair and brought the knife up to her face. She doubled the motion, cheeks working overtime. I placed the final nick on her earlobe, knowing it would bleed a lot with the tiniest cut.
Something in me snapped, and I went feral, taking the dripping piece of flesh into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. My eyes fluttered closed as a deep guttural groan erupted. I damn near came in my own fucking pants at the frantic movements of her little mouth.
Unable to help herself, a small, muffled, mewling sound rent the air. She must have not realized she could speak now that the final cut had been done. When the realization finally dawned, her needy little voice rose.
“Please, Sir. Have I earned it, now?” she whined.
“Not quite yet, you haven’t.” I hummed before once more taking her cut earlobe into my mouth and biting down.
Blood spurted into my mouth, and I drank it down like I was a dying of thirst.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She squirmed and cried out at the savageness I unleashed on her. She was struggling to keep her body still. I let go, and she fell onto her stomach, her hands flew down to her greedy little dripping cunt.
It was then I knew I needed to sink into her pussy or I was going to spend my load like a god damn schoolboy on his first go.
“No you don’t, little whore. Move those hands now,” I barked, panting as lust licked up and down my spine.
A long, mournful sob sounded in my ears as she did as I requested. I cut the tie binding her wrists and gathered her in my arms to soothe her. Her response was to guide my hand to her pussy. I chuckled and brought my hand down.
SMACK.
She jolted, tears leaked down her face, and her mascara was long ruined. She was never more stunning in my eyes than she was right then. Feral, wild and completely gone. My blade glinted in the moonlight, and I reached for it.
The weight of it felt familiar and balanced in my hand. It grounded me in the best way, calming me from my euphoric high from a second ago. I tapped her on the nose with the handle of my blade to get her attention.
Once I had it, I flipped the blade in the air. The steel glinted in the faint light. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as I caught it cleanly by the handle. The motion was automatic, and as smooth as breathing for me.
Her lashes fluttered as she blinked up at me, lips still parted, breath shallow. Then I saw it. Her throat working as she swallowed. That single motion hit harder than it should have.
My control slipped, stripping the last bit of restraint I had left. Without breaking eye contact, I drove my blade straight down into the center of the jacket. It cut through the fabric and into the cold, damp earth with a dull, satisfying thud.
The handle stood upright, and steady. I gave it a sharp tug to test it. The jacket shifted beneath my hand, but the knife held firm. Not a sharp edge in sight. It was solid. Exactly how I wanted it. Her eyes flew to it.
I reached into the backpack resting near the jacket and rummaged through it until my fingers brushed over smooth foil. Perfect. I drew the packet out, held it up between two fingers, and let the corner catch the dim light filtering through the trees.
“You know I’m not fond of using condoms, but we’re gonna need one.”
She tilted her head in the cutest way. “Why,” she choked out the simple word.
“Open it,” I said, my voice low but unyielding.
Her head jerked up, eyes wide beneath the fall of her hair. For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. With her breath stuttering in her throat, she reached out with trembling fingers. The sharp tear of foil split the silence, that tiny sound louder than the wind.
My chest rose with a deep breath. Every instinct screamed to give in, but I held myself still. This was about more than want. This was about the quiet, reverent ache that came from knowing she’d follow wherever I led.
“Put it on my—”
Her eyes flew down to my cock, then she looked up. Jesus, her pupils were blown wide, and before I could finish the command, she lunged for me.
It wasn’t her normal graceful. Not even close. A tangle of limbs, hair, and unrestrained want. She nearly knocked me backward, and the sound that left my chest was half laugh, half groan.
“Easy, Mrs. Claus,” I said, steadying her shoulders as she tried to claw my pants off. “You’re climbing the wrong damn tree.”
She froze for half a second, eyes wide, and then let out a sound that was something between a growl and a howl—pure frustration, feral and unfiltered. It rolled through the clearing like a challenge, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
Her chin jutted up, eyes flashing with the kind of defiance that made my pulse kick. “This game sucks,” she snapped.
In a flash, I had my fingers wrapped in the thick strands of her hair. Our faces were now millimeters apart. “Watch yourself,” I hissed.
She tried to jerk free. “No. You watch yourself. I just want to be fucked. Is that too much to ask? Where is the Reaper or the Crow. They would have fucked me three times by now. They would never—”
My patience snapped, and the air between us thickened. “Excuse me?” I growled, my voice low enough to scrape the back of my throat. “I think, you forget who you’re playing with. I think I liked you better with your panties in your fucking bratty, little mouth. At least it was put to better use.”
Her lips parted in shock, and she shifted her weight like she were deciding whether to back down or keep pressing. I decided for her by grabbing her panties and shoving them into her mouth.
I leaned closer, letting the authority settle into my tone. “Suck,” I commanded. She complied with a long and loud moan. Her mouth moved frantically. I yanked her head back and kissed her neck, marking her in the spot the Reaper liked to claim over and over.
When she whimpered, I knew I had her full attention. I pulled back, tugging on her bottom lip with my thumb. She opened her mouth, and I withdrew the panties.
“Now, let me finish my statement, little miss, I just want to be fucked,” I mimicked her voice. “Put the condom on my blade handle.”
“Huh?” she squeaked.
“You want to be fucked or not?”
Swiveling her head, she looked down at the blade innocently stabbed through the jacket. Then her throat worked down a swallow, and her little hand felt around for the little package. My heart rate kicked up several notches as she brought it up to her chest.
She kneeled next to it, her hand shook as she pulled the condom free.
“Kinsley,” I called, and her head snapped up. “Use your mouth.”