Chapter Seventeen #2
"I need you to fuck me with it," I sobbed, the words spilling out in a rush of honesty and desperation.
"Please, I want your knife inside me. I want to be claimed by something that's yours. Something that could destroy me, but won't because I'm yours."
He grinned, dark and satisfied. "That's my good girl. Begging for my knife like the dirty angel you are."
With a quick, precise movement, he turned the blade edge up and sliced through the thin material of my panties.
The fabric parted with a soft, surrendering sound that made him groan low in his throat.
He repeated the motion on the other side, the second cut even more careful than the first, his hand steady despite the desire evident in every taut line of his body.
The snipped panties fell away, leaving me completely exposed to the night air and his hungry gaze.
His jaw clenched, every muscle in his tattooed frame coiled as he drank in the sight of me, bound, spread, and absolutely dripping with need.
"So fucking wet,” he rasped, sliding the handle along my slit in slow, deliberate strokes. "Look how much you want it, angel. Soaking my knife before I've even fucked you with it."
Each pass of the cold jade sent shockwaves through me, the handle sliding closer to my entrance only to retreat, a vicious tease that had me straining against my bonds, eager for more.
His other hand remained firm around my throat, thumb tracing my pulse, feeling every racing heartbeat.
He lifted the handle briefly, showing me my own glistening arousal coating the jade.
“You’re coating my knife in your need. Every time I use this blade now, every time I pull it out to cut, to threaten, to kill, I’ll remember how desperately you wanted it inside you."
To cut? To kill? I couldn’t care less—the filthy promise in his words sent only heat through my body.
I moaned, shameless and needy, as he returned the handle to my core, pressing more firmly this time.
"This is what you want, angel?" He was full-on mocking me now, breath coming faster, betraying his controlled exterior.
"Want to be fucked by something that's taken lives? Want to come around a weapon that's spilled blood?"
I whimpered, bucking forward for more friction against the handle. Whatever he was saying, I wanted it. I wanted it all.
"Please," I managed, voice wrecked. "Please, Adrian. I want it so badly it hurts.”
Dark triumph flashed in his eyes. "Since my angel asked so fucking nicely..."
With agonizing slowness, he began to push the handle inside, watching my face, entranced, as the smooth jade stretched me open.
It was cool and unyielding, so different from his fingers but no less intimate, because it was his, because it was dangerous, because no one else would ever touch me this way.
"Fuck," Adrian groaned when the handle was halfway inside, his own control starting to fray.
"You should see yourself, Isla. Taking my knife like you were made for it. Like you were born to be claimed by something lethal."
He knocked his head back for a moment, almost like he was trying to control himself, and I watched his breathing visibly slow from its fast pace.
Then, without warning, he pushed it fully inside. The cool, solid surface stretched me open, filling me in a way that was both wrong and perfect.
I cried out at the intrusion, back arching as much as my restraints would allow.
"I'm going to fuck you with this knife until you scream my name," he promised, words filthy and perfect against my ear as he began a rhythm of deep thrusts.
"Then I'm going to lick you off of it while you watch."
A broken moan escaped me in response, my body clenching around the slippery intrusion, walls gripping the unyielding jade, wrists pushing at the seatbelt.
"That's it," he encouraged, his own breathing ragged again, free hand moving to rub my clit in tight circles.
"Show me how much you love being fucked by something that could end you but chooses to pleasure you instead."
He pushed the handle somehow even deeper than before, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he watched it disappear completely inside me.
"Taking my knife like it belongs in your tight hole, like you were made to be claimed this way."
The sensations, the relentless jade, his skilled fingers, built to an impossible peak. My thighs shook, my walls clenched desperately around the intrusion, chasing my release while he destroyed me so beautifully.
"Going to come around my knife?" he taunted. "Going to soak it in your come so I can taste you on steel and jade forever?"
My body responded before my mind could catch up, pleasure crashing through me in waves so powerful I would have collapsed if not for his hands holding me steady and the seatbelt around my wrists .
As I came down, trembling and breathless, he withdrew the blade, movements careful despite the darkness still swirling in his eyes.
He brought the handle to his lips and licked it clean with long, rough strokes of his tongue, his gaze never leaving mine.
It was hot .
"Fucking addictive," he whispered, reaching to unbuckle the seatbelt and free my wrists. "Perfect. So goddamn perfect."
My arms fell free, tingling with returning circulation, wrists bearing faint red marks from my struggles.
Adrian immediately gathered me against his chest, one large hand cradling my head while his heartbeat thundered beneath my ear.
The knife disappeared into his pocket, but his hand returned to stroke the ribbon at my throat, soothing the slight redness his grip had left behind.
"You're mine," he whispered into my hair, the words threat and promise wrapped in beautiful violence. "Forever, angel. No one else gets to touch you, taste you, or claim you. Only me."
I melted against his chest under the star-scattered sky, and I knew he was right. I was his completely, claimed by his knife, marked in ways that went deeper than skin.
But then he was pulling back, those jade-green eyes dark with renewed hunger as he studied my flushed face in the moonlight.
The city sprawled below us like scattered diamonds, the rural overlook providing perfect privacy for whatever he had planned next.
"Don't move," he commanded softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before sliding me off his lap and stepping out of the car.
The night air rushed in, cool against my heated skin, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain.
Adrian moved against the open door with predatory grace, his massive frame silhouetted against the star-filled sky.
When he loomed just in front of me, the bulge in his jeans was unmistakable.
"Come here, angel," his voice was silk over steel, commanding yet tender. "Right to the edge of the seat. "
I shifted forward on shaky legs, my body still humming from his earlier ministrations.
The leather was cool beneath my bare thighs as I positioned myself at the very edge of the car seat, the open door framing me like a picture.
Adrian stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell his cologne mixed with the musky scent of his arousal.
One large hand settled on his hip in a gesture of casual dominance, while the other reached out to trace my lower lip with his thumb.
"You know what I want," he said, that devastating smile curving his lips as he watched me with dark, wild intensity.
My breath hitched as understanding flooded through me.
Here, under the endless canopy of stars, with the city lights twinkling far below like earthbound constellations, he wanted me to pleasure him like he did me.
“Yes,” I whispered, but he was already shaking his head.
"No talking, angel. Just that pretty mouth on my cock."
His free hand moved to his belt, the soft rasp of leather and metal impossibly loud in the quiet night.
I watched as he freed himself—thick and hard and already glistening at the tip. The moonlight painted his skin silver, making him look like a god demanding tribute.
“Closer,” he commanded softly.
I leaned forward in the seat, the leather cool against my skin.
The position put me at the perfect height, my face level with his straining erection.
There was vulnerability in being naked in the open air while he stood fully clothed and in complete control.
"That's my good girl," Adrian purred, his other hand finding my hair and threading through the strands with gentle possessiveness. "Now show me how much you need me."
I leaned forward, tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture at his tip. The flavor exploded across my taste buds, salt and musk .
His hips jerked slightly at the contact, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck, angel. Your mouth..."
Encouraged, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. His hand tightened in my hair, setting a rhythm that had him hitting the back of my throat on every stroke.
The sounds he made, deep groans and whispered curses, were better than any symphony.
Above me, Adrian began to rock his hips in slow thrusts.
His hand remained planted firmly on his hip, that cocky smile never leaving his face as he watched me work.
The contrast was intoxicating—his wild confidence while I knelt before him, working him with devotion.
He groaned, rough with arousal. "My perfect angel, taking my cock so deep, where anyone could see her.”
I hummed my agreement around him, the vibrations making him curse and thrust harder.
The taste of him filled my senses, overwhelming and addictive. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, wanting to drive him as wild as he'd driven me.
“Fuuuck, Isla." His control was starting to fracture, his hips moving faster now, that careful rhythm dissolving into desperate need. "Your mouth is fucking heaven."
The city lights blurred in my peripheral vision as I focused entirely on him, the feel of him sliding past my lips, the weight of him on my tongue, the way his breathing grew more ragged with each pass.
My hands gripped his thighs for balance, nails digging into the denim as I took him deeper.
When I swallowed around him, taking him completely into my throat, Adrian's composure finally shattered.
His hand fisted in my hair, holding me still as his hips bucked forward.
"Fuck, angel, I'm going to?—"
He tried to pull back, but I refused to let him go.
I sucked harder, tongue swirling around his length as I looked up at him through my lashes.
The expression on his face, pure, unguarded bliss, was worth everything.
With a strangled groan that echoed across the empty overlook, Adrian came hard, spilling himself down my throat in hot, pulsing waves.
I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his release, the way his body shuddered with the force of his pleasure.
When he finally stilled, chest heaving with exertion, I pulled back slowly, placing gentle kisses along his length before tucking him carefully back into his jeans.
The tender gesture seemed to undo him all over again.
“Fucking hell, angel," he breathed, pulling me up into his arms and crushing me against his chest. “I barely survived that.”
I smiled against his throat, tasting salt and satisfaction on my lips. “But you did.”
He laughed, the sound rich and full of love, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tasted of possession and promise.
Around us, the night stretched, endless and forgiving, the stars our only witnesses to this perfect moment of claiming and surrender.
"Mine," he whispered against my lips, the word a vow and a prayer.
"Yours," I agreed, and meant it with every fiber of my being.
Adrian owned every piece of me now, and I'd never been more content to be possessed.