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Leaning over, I peel her Nike Pros and underwear off, before turning my attention back to her perfectly shaped ass. I bend down and take a bite, causing her to moan as small red droplets rise to the surface where a few of my teeth have broken the skin. Running my tongue over the blood, she squirms with pleasure as I move my tongue from her crack, over the dimples in her back and up her spine. Making a mental note to ask her how she got the tattoo, ink is perceived as poison and only someone who knows who she is and has the right equipment could give her a lasting tattoo. I’m also curious what her tattoo means—it’s the length of her back, straight over her vertebrae—I continue up to her right ear, memorising every damn freckle as I go and leaving behind a road map of teeth marks and kisses, just as I promised.

“Say Beetlejuice if you want me to stop,” I growl, inserting a finger into her from behind. Her juices coat my finger—a test to see if she is as turned-on as she sounds, small whimpers and moans can be faked. “I need to hear you say you know the safe word.”

“I know the safe word, Laughn. Just fuck me already,” she snaps.

That’s my spitfire. I grab the rope from beside me and loop it around her neck, slipping the knot down until it’s tight. I wrap the end around my hand and yank her neck back. She screams, teeth bared. Her ribs are an angry red and bruises have already begun to form.

The sights and sounds of her pain have me surging forward as her ass rises. I run my cock up and down her slit, teasingher entrance, and her agonised groans morph into those of excitement. Thrusting inside her, I give her a moment to adjust to my size and the added ball bearings. They change the dynamic, especially when they’re on both sides, as they target the G-spot from any angle.

Biting a chunk from my hand, blood wells and trickles in rivulets over Jolie’s back as I roll my hips, using my free hand to claim what’s mine and smear my blood over her body. I feel like a virgin again, about to blow my nut in two seconds flat. The image of her body curved and bruised just for me, covered in my blood—she couldn’t be more perfect. With each forceful thrust, I send her body into overload, while the screams of pleasure and pain are music to my ears.

The faster I pound into her, the tighter the rope becomes. Jolie screams my name over and over. Every time she gets close to an orgasm, I slow my rhythm, then build her back up again. However, I knew this would not last long. The smell of blood in the air has my mouth salivating and the darkness setting in. Round one needs to be over so I can get a sense of whether she will run or want to go another round.

“Fuck me harder,” she gasps out.

I drop the rope, unloop it from her neck, and take hold of her hips. Jolie winces at the contact, so I squeeze, pulling her back onto my dick hard and fast. Sliding one hand up her back and wrapping around her throat, the pressure of my body weight pushes her into the mattress. Jolie tilts her head backwards, allowing me better access to her neck. As I stroke where the rope has left a mark, I smile, even though it’s barely visible beneath the blood. I didn’t plan to mark her so others can see, but I’m learning when it comes to Jolie, none of us have any self-control.

The sticky wetness between us helps me slide forward in slow, long thrusts, drawing out my need to come.

“Oh god. Don’t stop!” she screams over and over before her cunt pulsates around me.

I pull out, shooting my cum all over her back, then watch with satisfaction as it mixes with my blood, marking her completely as mine.

Jolie drops to the bed and rolls over. She smiles at me and pats the bed next to her. I lay down, ripping the bed sheet to wrap around my hand to stop the bleeding. She rolls into my body, and I pull her closer.

“I need some painkillers and then we can do that again. No holding back this time,” she says with a yawn. I might let her sleep first if she is lucky.

“Would you like to wash the blood off first?” Most girls think they are down, but see the aftermath and run for the hills with their tails between their legs.

“It’s fine. I like the thought of your blood being on me. Does that make me weird?” she asks, running her fingers down my stomach, then through the small patch of hair under my navel.

“No, that makes you perfect.” I want to sayperfect for me,but I need to pull my shit together. I’m turning into a pussy.

“Change of plans. Fuck again, then painkillers, and then sleep,” I declare, rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. She laughs and lunges for my lip, her teeth breaking the skin. I’m so fucked, so fucking fucked. It’s like she was sculpted just for me—every curve, every freckle, every desire.

Now that I have her here, would it be so bad if I locked her up and never let her go?

I know the others all love her as much as I do, but for this blip in time, I want to be selfish and enjoy what she is offering me. All good things end, and when she finds out we have Trace and who she really is, she is going to hate us for not telling her. Everything will come crashing down around us and she will be gone once again. But this time, I will make sure she takes me out beforeshe leaves—life without her isn’t one I want to experience again. I don’t care if that makes me the biggest pussy in the world, but I will burn everything to the ground to keep her close... or go down in flames trying.

Chapter Twenty

Jolie

Every muscle in my body hurts. I stretch my arms and one collides with warm skin, making my eyes fly open, and Laughn rolls over to look at me with a toothy grin. It’s weird seeing him without his contacts, and I don’t know if I like it.

“Morning,” he says. “We should shower before the cavalry arrives to save you.”

I have been holed up here all weekend with him, fucking.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I am perfectly safe here with you, probably more so than any of them.”

“That is true, but it doesn’t mean they trust me with you.” Laughn sits up and pulls me onto his lap. Both of us are covered in dried blood thanks to his obsession with having his blood covering me. I wrap my arms around his neck and smile up at him.

“Jealousy is a curse. Let’s shower because I’m so hungry, I could eat the ass off a low-flying duck.”

Laughn shakes his head and slides out of bed with me still wrapped around him. He walks us both to the bathroom, reaching into the shower to turn the water on. I squeal when the ice-cold water hits my back, and a laugh bursts out of Laughn.

Sliding down his body, I finally find my feet while he squirts shampoo into his hand and lathers it into my hair. After my hair is done, he washes my body so softly it leaves tingles in its wake, the water turning a rusty brown as it rinses away the remnants of the other night. This guy is an enigma. Just when I think I have him figured out, he does something to make me question if I have really even scratched the surface.

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