Page 54 of The Devil's Weakness

My core clenches with desire, and I swallow at the sight of him again. If I stayed here with him, I’m uncertain I would ever tire of looking at his body. He steps out of the shower and grabs the other towel hanging from the towel rack. Rubbing it over his hair, he speaks again.

“What made you stay?”

He asks this question with a grave face. He’s not being playful, and he’s not trying to scare me. He desperately wants to know, and I struggle to answer. I could tell him because I didn’t want to get caught again and thrown back into Buffalo Bill’s dungeon. I could tell him I’m too tired to run.

I believe either of those answers would crush him, though he’d never let it show. I almost want to give him one of those answers, simply to try and hurt him the way he hurt me earlier. But I don’t.

I steal one final look at him before he wraps the towel around his waist.

I can lie to him all I want, but I can’t lie to myself.

Pushing level-headed Sasha aside, I finally allow irresponsible Sasha to take the reins for the rest of the night.

“Because I wanted to,” I confess in a whisper.

Blade closes the distance between us with one enormous step and lifts me from my seat. Cupping my face in his large hand, I see pain in his stare, swimming deep within, mixed with passion and desire.

“Sasha…” he breathes.

“I need you,” I tell him, a lone tear escaping my eye. “I hate you, but I need you to hold me together.”

Every word I said is true. I feel overtaken by shock, fatigue, fear of the unknown. I shove it all away into a box inside of my mind. I’ll open it tomorrow and deal with it then. I do need someone to hold me tonight, and if that person has to be Blade, so be it.

“I’d rather make you fall apart, little girl.”

His words conjure more heat from my depths. His lips crash into mine as he pulls my body against his. I reach under his towel and wrap my hand around his cock, wanting to prove to him how much I need him. A groan forms in his throat, and the sound of his pleasure is heady, knowing I’m the one delivering it. I lose my grip as he picks me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, he carries me from the bathroom. The entire way to his bedroom, our lips never part.

Placing me down onto his bed, he retreats to the door, closing and locking it. His towel drops where he stands. When he reaches me again, he grips the terry cloth covering my body in both of his hands and tugs the material open.

He lifts my legs onto the bed and pushes them to the side, opening me up to him. Flames lick my skin, both from need just as much as reticence. Dropping to his knees before me, I know what’s coming next. His mouth hovers just over my core as his eyes bore into mine. His breath bathes me in heat, thickening my arousal, causing droplets to cascade down my slit and slide between the cheeks of my ass.

I watch as he takes in the sight of moisture pooling at my entrance. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip as his eyes widen for a fleeting moment before his mouth finally connects with my clit. Sucking gently, much different from the frenzied way in which he devoured me earlier. This is a totally different kind of torture.

Blade pushes two fingers inside of me, and my hands fly to my mouth to quiet the loud moan that is attempting to escape. In no time, he triggers a wave of pleasure that rushes through my entire body from my core outward. Black spots dot my vision as intense dizziness overtakes me. I close my eyes to try to reduce the feeling of falling, but it’s no use.

I open them again when I feel Blade bury his arm beneath me. Lifting my body, he places me back onto the bed longways before his body covers mine. He reaches between us and fists his cock. His intense stare doesn’t leave me as he guides his way to my opening and slowly slides himself in. I’m sore from earlier, but the slight pain I feel provides its own kind of pleasure.

Once he’s rooted inside of me, he laces his fingers through mine and rests my arm above my head. With his other hand, he cups my cheek again and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Pulling it down, he opens my mouth for him. Then he covers my lips with his and slips his tongue inside. Like before, the taste of me on his tongue does something to my body that I would never have expected. Prior to meeting Blade, I’d never tasted myself.

When Steve and I were together, I never let him kiss me after he was down there. I always thought it was icky. Wrong. Depraved.

I’m convinced I didn’t fully understand the definition of depravity until I met Blade.

I brace myself for the hard thrusts that he delivered earlier. His words, still ringing in my ears…

I don’t do gentle love-making; I will fuck you.

I shiver thinking about it, but not because I’m scared.

He pulls out of me, only to push back in slowly. And again. With each thrust, the discomfort dissipates until there is no more pain, only pleasure. Still, Blade continues to make love to me. Sweet, tender, devastating love.

I thought he was waiting until I was more relaxed to fuck me relentlessly, but his pace never quickens. His features have softened, and his once intense stare is now filled with admiration.

The ruffian who took me so savagely barely an hour earlier is gone. In his place is a gentle, kind soul who I believe would move heaven and earth to protect me. I just don’t know if I can ever see myself feeling the same way about him.

I cup his face in my hands and hold him in place so I have his full attention.

“I need more. Harder. Just like in the basement. Not this slow bullshit. You promised me fucking, andthatis what I need from you. Fuck me until I forget why I’m here. Fuck me so good that I forget all about getting hit and thrown to the ground, tossed in a cell and treated like a wild animal. Fuck me until I’m limp and useless and can’t even remember my own name.”

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