Page 19 of Pretty Threats

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KILLIAN

The demons that come to rip me apart only visit if I don’t get what I want. When I wake up next to Raine, they’re silent. Seven straight hours of deep sleep renders me almost immortal.

With only one arm free, I’ve managed to tangle myself around her. She smells like herbal skin lotion and girl sweat, and her skin is as soft as the fucking silk duvet.

I move my head lower so my mouth is hovering near the side of her neck. There’s a little space between the strands of her hair where my tongue will fit. I slide it in.

She tastes the same.

I use my nose to shove the hair aside so I can suck on her pulse. She squirms, coming awake gradually.

My mouth releases her flesh slowly as she mumbles a protest. The sensation of her lips against my chest creates a fucking riot in my body. My cock wakes, ready for action.

Her knuckles push against my obliques.

“Move that hand lower, Raine,” I rasp.

Because we’ve each got an arm hooked to the wall, we’re lying on our sides facing each other. She arches her back so she can see my face. The position brings her stomach and groin closer to mine. My cock rubs against her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

The groan that’s low in my throat escapes.

“We’re trapped,” she murmurs groggily, her mind not quite ready to face me.

“Yeah, that’s the point. It’s set up for a girl who’s restrained to play out her sexual fantasies. Ever wonder what it would be like if I pinned your wrists to the bed while making you come?”

Her eyes widen, but her pupils dilate. I’m not surprised she likes the idea. Whenever I got aggressive in her bed, it made her spread her legs to give me better access to the spot she desperately wanted me to rub. We flirted with the idea of trying dark things, and she was open to it back then.

“Haven’t you missed it?” I ask. “The way we were together?”

Her breathing is shallower than before. I grab her free hand and start to guide it down my body. She tries to jerk free, but my grip tightens.

“Cut it out,” she whispers.

“No.” My eyes drill into her, refusing to let her look away. “Wrap your fingers around my cock.”

She shakes her head, but her lips part ever so slightly.

“Yes,” I say forcefully. “Come on. No one will know.” My fingers tap against her belly before sliding lower to stroke her.

“We’re not doing this.”

“We are. Or I could use more than my fingers to get you off. And make noise while I do it.”

Wide brown eyes grow wider, but her voice turns harsh. “I hate you.”

“Maybe. But you don’t hate what I do for you.”

Her eyes drop closed, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. “My life is in danger. This?—”

“Could be our last chance.”

Raine lets me guide her hand to my cock. She might only be going along because she’s scared we’re going to hurt her and wants to keep me on her side, but I don’t care.

Her fingers close around me and stroke the way I taught her to. Nothing feels more satisfying than touching her while she’s touching me.

It wouldn’t be accurate to say I groomed her. It’d be more accurate to say we groomed each other. I learned how to properly finger a girl because Raine’s hand showed mine where to put pressure.

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