Chapter 12 #2
This isn’t just desire. It’s the only place either of us knows how to fall apart safely.
Her gear falls away until all that blistering tension is replaced by bare skin glowing beneath the low bedroom light.
I close the distance again, unable to keep away from her any longer, and let my hands find her shoulders.
My touch impatient as I spin her around until we’re both facing the massive mirror in the corner.
Her back lies against my chest while my hands trail down her arms, our reflections staring back at us, bloodstained, exhausted, and still clinging to each other like we’re the only thing keeping the other alive.
Crushing her body to me with one hand spreading over her stomach, grabbing her breasts, my fingers wander over to each nipple, twisting and teasing them, making them pebble as she pants with need.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder, exposing more of her throat to me as I kiss and bite along the column of it, leaving marks, wanting her concentration on this, on me.
The mirror in front of us fogs hazily with every heated breath.
Cassidy clinches her thighs together, battling to hang onto some feeble thread of control, but another moan tumbles out of her.
My cock stiffens more, to the point where it is almost painful at the way she’s finally melting instead of shutting down.
Consciously, my hand leaves her body long enough to reach into my pocket.
The second I pull the knife free and flick it open, the hushed metallic sound cuts through the room.
Cassidy freezes.
Her eyes focus on the blade in the reflection before lifting to mine, full of want.
Desire and something darker in her expression now, recognition.
It’s about trust and control.
Giving her something stronger to focus on than the memories trying to claw their way into her tonight.
Quickly, I slice my left thumb open, deeper than a scratch.
The blood bubbles right away to the surface, “Suck.”
The blood begins sluggishly falling between her breasts.
At once, her lips close around the cut, warm and inviting as she swirls her tongue against it with an intensity that nearly snaps my restraint in half.
Her eyes flutter open, dazed with trust as they finally meet mine. No words pass between us; they don’t need to. The look she gives me is quiet permission all on its own.
I trace the edge of the knife along her shoulder just enough to leave a thin line in its wake, tracking as crimson trails down the front of her naked body.
I gather some of it up on the blade, spreading it all over before I bring it to my mouth, licking it while moaning and keeping her caged against me. She’s rocking her ass back into my cock.
Languidly drifting the flat edge of the knife down the center of her chest, the cool metal caressing her breasts before stopping at her navel, stretching the moment, as I assess her squeezing her eyes shut, possessed by the sensation.
“Open your eyes, Cass.” I flip the knife, so the handle is upwards, and my fingers wrap around the blade.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you with this until you come all over it, so there’s never a question who you come back to, wife.”
Her body arches back into mine as a moan falls free.
“Put your hands on either side of the mirror and do not move,” I demand.
She laughs throatily, testing me.
“I’ll edge you all night until you’re a blithering mess,” I warn her.
She goes rigid under my touch, knowing I’ve followed through on it before.
This is the part where I lead, and she loves it.
Everything else, I would follow her anywhere.
Mischievously, I move the handle of the knife down to her clit, shifting it side to side just the way she likes it, igniting that little bundle of nerves.
She moans, her legs struggling to keep herself up.
The image of her drinking it all in, captivated by herself unravelling in the mirror, is going to haunt me in the best way possible.
I add more weight to the touch with faster strokes as her panting becomes more inconsistent.
“Good girls only get to come when they are told they can,” I growl.
The reaction only fuels her further.
I maintain control, denying her release while her body reacts, seeking any kind of friction.
Wetness pools between her legs, and that’s all I need to know so I can finally sink this inside her.
I inch the knife down from her clit, she curses low at the absence, as I adjust it directly in front of her entrance.
I stop it there, drawing the anticipation out before finally erasing the last inch between us and easing the handle inside of her. Her pussy takes it greedily.
Her eyes trap mine, refusing to let go.
After the knife is fully in and she's a moaning mess, I reinforce my grasp on it.
The sudden sting of the blade biting into my palm as warmth spreads before dripping downwards.
My hand begins thrusting at an even pace as I fuck her with it.
Her hands and legs are trembling, and she can’t help but descend further onto the knife, wanting more. Craving the release her body is frantic for.
I’m lost in her, and then I feel the compression in my pants.
I’m going to come when she does. She’s so beautiful like this, surrendering wholly.
After a few more thrusts, the tingly sensation creeps down my back, and we both come together, screaming each other's names.
A long moment passes as we recover from the intensity of the high. I ease the knife out of her. It’s covered in our blood and come.
Then I graze it along her lips, “Open.” I command, and she obeys.
I shove the handle of the knife all the way into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. She holds back a gag as shock flashes in her eyes, and her lips close around it.
Good. I like the idea of staying unpredictable to Cassidy Chase.
I withdraw it from her mouth, my thumb with the cut brushing along her lower lip before I murmur, “Swallow for me.”
She does, emitting a hoarse moan as her eyes drift closed while she devours every drop.
I take the knife to my mouth without breaking eye contact while I clean the coppery taste from it with unhurried movements.
Cassidy follows me with darkened eyes, longing burning in them.
“You taste addictive, baby,” I confess near her lips.
“I want to return the favor now,” she says sweetly, nothing but wickedness dancing across her features as her hands immediately move to my vest, trying to peel it off me.
I snatch her wrists with a grin before she gets very far.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I chuckle, amused at her vitality, “We still have to call the cleanup crew.”
Her lips part in exaggerated offense. “Well, that feels incredibly unfair.”
A laugh rumbles out of me as I reel her into me by her hips.
“Get dressed, my little reaper,” I tease her against her mouth. “We’ll have plenty of time to continue this later.”
The look she gives me promises she fully intends to collect on that.
Smiling to herself, she starts reattaching her gear. The shift is almost comical, one moment she’s flushed and wrecked against me, the next she’s sliding knives back into holsters and yanking tactical straps in place like we didn’t just destroy each other in front of a mirror.
I fit my gloves back on while studying the way she moves around the room, completely transfixed by her.
Somehow, Cassidy looks just as vicious smiling as she does covered in blood.
Before we leave, I detour to what I’m assuming is jackinthebox149’s office.
The room smells like leather, cigar smoke, and arrogance. Expensive monitors line the desk beside stacks of files and hard drives.
Perfect.
I sweep every piece of tech I can find into a duffel bag, laptop, external drives, phones, and tablets. Anything that is useful and might lead somewhere bigger once I crack into it later.
Cassidy lounges against the doorway, watching me work, one brow raised.
“You’re stealing his entire digital life?”
I zip the bag shut. “I’m a sentimental person.”
That earns me a chuckle as we finally make our way out of the house.
Neither of us speaks while we head for the car. The adrenaline crash is finally starting to settle in around the edges.
Once we’re inside, I start the engine and turn the music up loud enough for heavy rock to fill the silence between us.
Streetlights blur across the windshield as I pull away from the property.
Cassidy glances over at me, a look of our kind of fucked up enjoyment, “Just a typical weeknight.”
I huff out a laugh, eyes staying on the road. “Makes me wonder what normal couples do for date night.”
She snorts dryly. “I was never really built for Netflix and chill anyway.”
My head falls back as laughter erupts out of me.
“See?” I hover closer, running my fingertips along the sensitive line of her collarbone before claiming the back of her neck with my hand.
“This is why I had to keep you. Cheapest date I’ve ever had.”
She dissolves into laughter until she’s hunched over, the sound finally chasing the last of the darkness from the car.
Then she reaches for my phone from the console and starts dialing the cleanup crew while we head toward the drop spot to ditch the car before finally going home.