Page 17 of Playing With Piper

My pussy?His.

I gasp as my thighs start trembling around him again. Blade slips his hand down, playing with my clit.

“Tell me you understand,” Blade commands, pressing harder into me. Arousal drips from my used cunt, coating Blade’s cock as I try to nod softly.

“Use your words,” Blade grits, slowing his thrusts until I speak. He grips my cheeks in his hand, jerking my head up to look at him. My eyelids are heavy when I finally open them again.

“I understand,” I whimper.

“Tell me who owns you.”

“You own me, Blade.”

“Say it again,” he urges, quickening his pace once more. I cry out at him demanding tone, his cock deep enough that it has me drooling.

“I’m yours! I belong toyou.Yours to use. Yours to ruin,” I cry out, tears threatening to fall from how fucking good he’s making me feel.

“Good girl. My cock is yours, Piper, so use it. Come for me, baby,” Blade puffs. I grip at any inch of him I can as I shudder around him. My walls clench around Blade’s dick, as my release coats his cock entirely. I writhe against him, panting as he slips out of me. His cum drips out of me a second later, and he frowns. Blade slips two fingers into my sensitive heat, pumping his release back into me. I push his hands away, or at leastattemptto. He pushes my hands away, so I settle them on his wrist.

Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, Blade slips his hand away from me with a satisfied smirk. He admires his handiwork. He looks at me like he just perfectly replicated the fucking Mona Lisa.

The two of us sit in silence, catching our breaths as we both come down. Blade lifts his head to glance over at his dead brother. I follow his gaze, pouting at the thought of dealing withthat. Blade groans in irritation.

“Even in death, he’s still fucking shit up for me,” Blade grumbles. I look at him confused.

“What? I’d fuck you into the mattress, but the asshole got his blood all over it,” Blade explains when he sees me watching him. I stare at him for a minute before laughing loudly.

“You’re fucking insane,” I continue laughing as I push him away from me, so I can jump down from the desk. Blade rolls his eyes but takes a step back.

“Oh, sue me for wanting to fuckmygirlfriend,” he snarks, raising his hands up in surrender.

“You just did,” I point out, bending over to grab my clothes. Blade slaps my ass, and I yelp. I turn around and glare at him.

“You can clean this up by yourself, then,” I threaten, spinning on my heel. I toss my dirty clothes into my bag before slipping out a fresh set. Blade shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as I disappear into the bathroom.

Chapter Thirteen

Blade

I watch as Piper disappears into the bathroom, the lock clicking behind her. A sense of peace washes over me as I look around the room. Blood coats the sheets and walls, but there’s something so serene as I look at the man on the bed.

After everything Owen put me through as a teen, I never thought that I’d see the day I’d be free from him.

I spend the next few minutes cleaning up the best I can. Most of my time is spent throwing my dirty clothes into a duffel bag while I wait for Piper to finish showering. I use the pack of wet wipes sitting on the nightstand to wipe the blood off my face and hands. The sooner we leave,the better.

If Piper knew better, she would’ve left the door unlocked for me. But Piper loves playing games, and fuck, if I can’t resist her. She’s the ultimate sin. The physical embodiment of my lust and greed. Why? Because Piper makes my dick throb, and I don’t have the self-control tonotact on it. Every. Single. Time. There will never be a time that I deny Piper–or myself– her pleasure.

I’m not sure how long it is when Piper finally pops out of the bathroom. She looks exhausted but still stunning.I did that,I smirk.

Piper looks around at the room.Thecrime scene.She looks disappointed that this hasn’t gone away. I laugh at her, closing the distance between us.

“I was serious about you cleaning this up, Blade,” Piper scowls. I run my hand over her pouting lips. I kiss her quickly before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You have nothing to worry about, baby. It’s handled,” I tell her gently. Piper’s brows furrow, and she looks fucking adorable.

“There’s a dead body sitting less than five feet away from us, and we have to figure out how to clean all this–”

“Breathe, Piper. It’s handled,” I tell her firmly. She huffs, a sign of her finally relenting. I slip my hand into hers and lift her hand up to my lips. I kiss her knuckles slowly as I look down at her. She’s focused on my movement, and I watch as she visibly relaxes.

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