Page 53 of Graves

His hands go beneath my thighs, gripping them tightly, before he lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist ashe moves us to the kitchen island, setting me on the edge before dropping to his knees. He pushes up the hem of Zayden’s shirt on me until it’s bunched above my thighs. Dom’s movements falter for a moment as he stares at my inner thigh, his finger coming to the three little slits as a thunderous look crosses his face.

“He cut you?” he practically growls.

I look down at the cuts before I meet his eyes.

“Yeah.”

His jaw turns to granite.

“Did you consent?”

Did I? I mean, no. He didn’t say, “Hey, Blake. Mind if I slice and dice ya a bit?” But at the same time, I can’t deny that a small part of me kind of liked it. It was kind of a rush. The sting of the pain and the needy pleasure on his face as he did it had warring feelings mixing inside of me. Couple that with the adrenaline of what came next and the potential danger I was in, and it was an erotic encounter like I had never experienced. I never thought I would be into the whole knife play thing, and maybe I only liked it in that one moment, but there is no doubt that I did like it. Too much, probably.

“Yeah,” I answer softly, knowing that at the end of the day, he’s really checking to see if Zayden cut me to hurt me or not.

That thunderous look doesn’t leave his face, but he gives me a terse nod before he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue lashes against me in a violent way that I have never experienced before now. Without a second’s notice, he spears two fingers inside me, finger fucking me as his mouth continues its assault against my clit.

I dig my hand into his hair, mainly because, fucking hell, I need something to grab onto as he basically attacks my cunt with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

The familiar feeling begins building in me with each swipe of his tongue and move of his finger. My legs begin to quake, and my breath becomes choppy and uneven as I try to hold off my orgasm, not wanting this to be over just yet. It’s no use,though. My orgasm hits me hard. My back practically bows off the cool countertop, my screams echo through the house, and Dom doesn’t stop until I’m a limp fucking mess.

When he pulls away, for a moment, I think that he’s done. That is, until he pulls his cock out and slides into my still wet cunt, no condom in sight, as he lets out a groan of pleasure.

“What, are all the Graves brothers against condoms or something?” I rasp on a laugh.

His hand comes to the side of my ass cheek, slapping it so hard that a rip of pleasure and pain runs through me.

“He’s not going to be the only one inside you with nothing between you two. You’re mine, baby, and now I’m gonna fuck you like it.”

I nod in agreement as he snaps his hips, causing me to let out a moan as he does it again and again, finding a fast-paced, practically savage rhythm. My hands grip the edge of the countertop, doing my best not to fall off as Dom literally fucks me straight into the island.

He lifts two of his fingers up, holding them in front of my mouth.

“Suck.”

I part my lips, and he doesn’t waste a second pushing his fingers into my mouth. The taste of me springs across my tongue instantly. I’ve never minded my own taste, in fact, I kinda like it. So I have no problem wrapping my tongue around his fingers, licking and sucking on the digits, and causing him to let out a panting breath as I do.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart while I fill your cunt up.”

I moan around his fingers as I feel my pussy clench several times before I go off again. I feel myself pulse and clench around Dom as I moan. I feel Dom release inside of me, his cock swelling before warmth fills me. He fucks me through his own orgasm, collapsing on top of me with a shaky breath.

We stay like that for several minutes, Dominic still firmly buried inside of me with no sign of pulling out before he lifts his head to look at me.

“I love you, Blake. I love you, and I can’t share you. I need you to be mine.”

My heart thuds and seizes all at once. Not sharing me is the easy part to accept. I mean, it’s not like I want to be shared. The thing with Zayden last night was obviously a mistake. It was a tension and adrenaline-fueled mistake. He’s a psychotic stalking killer. The only reason I’m even alive, no doubt, is because he has it in his head that we are destined to be together or some crap. He’s a lunatic. Dominic is the only man that I want, obviously. And he loves me?

“Really?” I ask stupidly.

He nods seriously, cupping my face the way he does.

“I love you too,” I say, meaning it instantly and feeling a flurry of something unexplainable as he smiles a genuine, wide, blissful smile before pressing his lips against my own.

When he pulls away, I smile up at him as he pulls out and begins tucking himself away. My eyes catch a shadowed figure from the corner, two bright blue orbs piercing straight into me, and a look filled with so much anger, it chills me straight to the bone.

Chapter Twenty-Five

ZAYDEN

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