Page 76 of Black Hearts
Juliet let out a soft moan when I ground my hips into her, when she felt my hard cock pressing against her. “Bennet.” The only thing she could say was my name, and the way she said it made everything in me go haywire. It was a power only she had. Don’t ask me how she got it, either. If I would’ve had my way, no girl, no woman, would’ve ever been able to make me melt just by saying my fucking name.
I leaned my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “I do love chasing you, Juliet. I love knowing that, when I catch you, you’re all mine. Just you and me. No one else.” I knew I was sharing her with the others, but, fuck, sometimes it was nice to have moments like this just between us. A thing we shared no one else could.
Because no one else would get it. No one else would enjoy it half as much as we did.
I drew the knife down her cheek, the tip along her tender neck, over her collarbone and down to the side of her chest, which still heaved with heavy breaths. Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pulled my body off hers so I could continue a path with the switchblade.
Juliet didn’t move. She watched me through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted. I didn’t think about the walk back to the house when I did what I did next. The only thing taking up my thoughts was that I had to get this girl naked as quickly as possible.
I pulled on the bottom of her shirt, drawing it away from her body as much as I could, and then I used my switchblade to cut it right off her body. The shirt fell open, exposing her bra to me, and I worked to get that off, too. I didn’t care that I was tearing up the clothes she’d need to get back inside the house with. She could use my clothes if she had to, and I’d walk back naked. I didn’t fucking care.
Besides, there was something so satisfying about literally ripping clothes off Juliet. Her shirt, her bra, her bottoms, and then her panties. I stopped only when her clothes lay in a heap on the forest floor and she stood leaning against that tree utterly naked, every inch of her skin bared to me.
She shivered, her nipples points in the darkness. She might be cold now, but she wouldn’t be soon enough. I didn’t go at her right away; I stood back and stared at her, let my gaze travel up and down that body, memorizing every curve, how she looked in the darkness of the night. She was fucking gorgeous.
Never thought I’d use the word gorgeous to describe a girl, but here we were. There were a lot of things I never would’ve guessed I’d do, things Juliet made me. Fuck, this girl made me feel everything I’d been fighting against, made me want things I never wanted before. Not saying I wanted to turn a leaf and never shed some blood again—killing was natural when you were a Scott, after all—but she made me want to try, goddamn it.
My cock strained against my pants, eager to be released and feel that tight cunt wrapped around it. It had been too long since I’d had Juliet all to myself. I wanted to fuck her, and then I wanted to fuck her again. And then switch positions and do it a third time. All fucking night, until the sun rose in the distance and alerted us to a new day.
Whether or not that would actually happen was up for debate, but we’d see. It’s what my goal was for the night. If her pussy and my cock weren’t rubbed raw by the time the sun rose, we didn’t do it right.
I put the switchblade in my mouth, my teeth biting down on the handle, and I worked on getting my clothes off. Shirt first, then everything below the waist. My cock sprang free in the night, the cool air causing my balls to clench. The temperature of the air didn’t seem to bother my dick at all.
Juliet watched me all the while, her eyes taking in my naked figure, raking over the tribal design on my chest. My muscles, my abs, down to that V that pointed to my cock, and, of course, my cock itself. Though it was dark, I could tell she stared at me with a raging hunger, the need in her just as great as it was inside me.
I collided with her once more, my bare body grinding against hers. She might have some bruises from the tree bark on her back, but she wasn’t complaining or asking me to stop, so I wouldn’t. I’d keep going until I satisfied us both.
I took the switchblade out of my mouth, grabbing her jaw with my other hand. I brought my lips down to hers. Nothing sweet and tender about this particular kiss. This was something carnal, more desperate and urgent than a simple kiss. This was my beast telling hers how badly it had missed her… and how much it wanted to fuck her. I wanted those lips to swell, to be bruised by the kiss. I wanted her gasping for air before it was done, her lungs burning in her chest.
And based on how she panted when I let her go, I’d say I succeeded in that.
“How do you want to be fucked?” I asked, my voice a growl. I carefully drew up the switchblade along her side. “Should I fuck that mouth first, or should I go straight to that wet pussy, hmm? Maybe I should fuck that pussy and then fuck that mouth, and that way, you get a taste of yourself.”
Juliet inhaled when I brought the switchblade to her tits, circling her nipples. She didn’t move, but her eyelids did flutter shut, totally surrendering to whatever it was I would do to her. She might look like an innocent girl, but deep down, she had a lust for darkness like no other. How else could you explain the fact that she was fine being here, with us, knowing how dark and twisted we all were? She would never have a normal life.
But maybe she didn’t want a normal life. Maybe coming here had helped her realize this was exactly what she wanted all along.
I ran the blade over her right nipple, and I could tell she was trying not to tremble as I played with her. Eventually, I dipped the switchblade low, over her stomach, over where her father stabbed her, down to her thighs—and it occurred to me then just how much she trusted me. To be okay with me using the blade on her after her father had stabbed her…
She must trust me with her life.
A foolish thing, because in the beginning, I really did want to kill her. I really thought I would do nothing but hurt her. Look at us now. The only pain I’d inflict upon her would be whatever she begged me for.
Probably nothing tonight. I supposed, begrudgingly, that should be something I cleared with Markus and the others, first.
Look at me, playing nice. Thinking about the others in this relationship. How gross.
I used my knife to force open her thighs, and then I dropped my other hand between her legs and ran my fingers along her slit, dipping into her to feel just how wet that pussy was. Whether it had gotten wet from being hunted or if it was already wet to begin with, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that pussy was dripping wet and my cock was ready for it.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed, and Juliet did as she was asked. I placed the switchblade’s handle in her mouth, giving her a nod to let her know she could clamp down on it. “I want you to hold that while I fuck you. Think you can do that?”
She let out a whimper of a sound, not a yes, but not a no. I guess we’d find out one way or another. If she let it go, if the muscles in her jaw wavered, that knife would end up falling out and making one of us bleed, but the possible danger was half the fun.
I grabbed hold of her midsection, picking her up somewhat. I guided her legs around my waist, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. With one hand holding her side, her back against the tree, I used my other to fist myself. My cock needed no guidance; it slid into her wet pussy smoothly, and the moment I was hilt-deep inside of her, my back shuddered.
Fuck. She felt so good. It was hard to imagine how you forgot how good something like this felt, but I’d done just that.
“Damn you,” I muttered, my hips slow to begin thrusting. My cock in her, I just wanted to revel in it for a few more moments. “You feel so fucking good, Juliet. I can’t even… I can hardly think when I’m inside you.”
