Page 40 of The Demons We Hide

“I’m going to take a wild guess,” he murmurs, his tone softer than it had been before. “And say that you didn’t just like it—you fucking craved it. Did he tie you down? Make you scream as you came on his cock? Did Lex find that place inside of you that makes you forget everything else? That makes you remember that pleasure can drive out pain?”

“Not always.” The denial escapes my tongue before I can think to stop it.

His hips stop moving and his hands slide down over my hips and to the outside of my pussy. He strokes his fingers lightly through my folds and I arch up, a gasp leaving my lips in a rush of air.

“You’re right,” he admits, quieter than ever before. “It doesn’t always drive away pain.”

My eyebrows draw down together, but I find myself relaxing into his grip. I arch back again, shoving my ass into the ridge of his cock. Need is a vicious creature that gnaws at my insides, demanding that I take what he’s offering. Another piece of me suggests that I use him. Fuck him. Drive a wedge between him and the others.

They say that those who seek revenge should dig two graves—I want to dig three. One for each of them. I don’t know if I can believe that document he showed me, but I can take something for myself now.

“Are you done fighting it?” The question is spoken in a low guttural voice. He’s as turned on as I am.

Never.I will always fight them. For now, though, I’ve just changed tactics…I’ve changed weapons. When I answer by rolling my hips against him once more and pushing my cunt into his stroking fingers, he groans.

“Come on, Prep Girl, give me an answer,” he practically begs. “What are you so afraid of? You’re already so wet.” The evidence of his words smears across his fingers, dripping down my pussy towards the floor and the crack of my ass. “You want this.”

"If you're going to fuck me, Gio, then get to it," I grit out.

He chuckles again, the sound like audible porn, making me grit my teeth against the urge to reach between my own thighs and bring myself to a swift orgasm just to relieve the ache. "No, that's not what I'm going to do," he says, surprising me.

My eyes pop open and I look in the mirror, glaring at his reflection as he smiles back at me. "You're gonna fuck yourself for me," he tells me.

"What?" No. There's no fucking way.

Gio pulls his hands away, reaching back and digging something out of the back pocket of his jeans. A moment later, I realize what it is as he flips open a pocket knife right in front of my face. I scowl at it despite my confusion.

Turning the sharp side of the blade away, he drags the cool metal against my skin. Starting between my breasts, he slowly makes his way down to my belly stopping only at the crest of my cunt. I pant, more wetness slipping from my pussy.

Shit. Shit. Shit! This can’t be happening. I can’t really be… turned on by this, can I?

If I thought Gio was the least psycho of the Scorpion Kings, his actions now prove the exact opposite. I’m frozen, half in shock and half in anticipation as my heartbeat thrums against my veins. Pulsing in time to the rapid beat of some song I can’t decipher. A wild sensation slides through them as the knife touches my skin. Gio isn’t even looking at it. He’s watching the reflection. He could cut me at any second if he's not careful, but he doesn't.

“You smell divine, Prep Girl,” he whispers against the flesh of my throat as he turns his head and presses a kiss there. The tip of the blade touches one side of my pussy, spreading the lips as wetness coats the metal. A moan works its way up my chest.

“You’re fucking insane,” I tell him.

That only makes him smile more. "I know," he agrees before drawing the blade away from my pussy and down my thigh. “So are you. It’s why none of us can leave you alone.”

I close my eyes again, not sure if I want to see him press the sharp side to my skin. I expect it, but the bite of pain never comes. My eyes shoot open once more to find him smirking at me as he flips the knife around and moves the handle towards my opening. My hand snaps out, latching on to his wrist.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

He keeps moving as if the strength I’m putting into holding him off doesn’t even phase him, and the end of the knife’s handle slips inside just an inch. I gasp, arching up.

“I’m showing you what I want you to do for me,” he says. The handle moves further in, not nearly wide or long enough to give me any real release, but enough that my insides latch on to it.

My hand remains locked on his wrist for each thrust, but I can’t stop him, and after a few moments of feeling my own juices slick the hard entry, I don’t want him to. He fucks into me with the handle of the knife over and over again, his eyes moving from me to the mirror. I can’t look as my head kicks back and I use his shoulder as a resting place.

“Gio…” His name leaves my lips on a long, drawn out moan. I turn my head to the side. “I want you to touch me.”

He presses a kiss to my temple. “I know.” His grin is pure evil. “But I’m not going to, not until you fuck yourself with my knife and show me how you get off.”

I've never masturbated in front of anyone before, and it feels wrong to do so now. Or at least ... it should feel wrong. Gio removes my fingers from his wrist with his free hand and places it on the blade. "What if I cut myself?" The question comes out in a rush of breath as Gio leaves the blade in my grip.

I look at his hand, curious to see if he's already done so. I don't see anything, but I don't have much of a chance as he reaches for the shirt he discarded earlier and drags it closer. Without a moment of hesitation, he rips off the sleeve and then carefully reaches down.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" he murmurs as he carefully wraps the sharp metal with the fabric. He presses a close-mouthed kiss to my cheek and then puts his hands back on my hips. Nudging me slightly forward, but not so far that my legs fall off his, he slips between our two bodies.

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