Page 17 of Their Blood Rite

‘I would slit your throat,’ I bite back. He plunges his fingers deeper, and I cry out in pleasure, my back bent into an arch as I writhe beneath him.

‘Yes. You would. I can see it. Good job I tied you up first, then.’

‘Are… are you…’

‘What?’ he smiles.

‘Are you going to kill me?’

‘I thought about it. But this is much more fun.’

His smirk twitches a little, and his fingers twist, making me moan loudly.

They slowly ease in and out of me.

In and out, caressing and massaging me deeply and with precision.

‘Has Cole ever made you climax?’

I shake my head.

I’ve only ever climaxed on my own, but this is… this is something else.

I’m at his mercy. He could kill me. Bleed me dry and leave behind nothing but flesh, muscle and bone. I imagine it. My father walking in to find a husk of his daughter.

Would he care?

Shaw’s thumb works my clit harder.

‘Fuck…’ I groan, pulling hard on the belt and rope. ‘Fuck… fuck… fuck!’

I’m close. Real fucking close!

I take a deep breath, filling my lungs until they feel fit to burst and hold it.

‘Breathe, Pixie.’

I shake my head and nudge my hips closer to him. Holding my breath makes it better. It makes me fucking scream.

‘You can’t be serious. The little mud witch enjoys breath play?’ he chuckles deeply. ‘Well. Okay then.’

He grabs my throat and squeezes.

He’s still watching me closely.

Something looks at me through his piercing green eyes.

I don’t know what it is, but I like it. It frightens me.

Excites me.

He pulls down my nightgown, exposing my breasts.

When his teeth pierce the flesh, the pain has my head thrown back, and a powerful orgasm tears through my body, ripping me apart from the inside out.

I wake with a gasp, sitting up and grabbing at my breast, seeking the wound.

There isn’t one.

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