Page 58 of Marked By Him

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from answering. Other tells give me away, like the fast, breathless cadence of my breathing and the tremors that keep passing through me. He experiments, combing the blade back and forth across my fuzzy little mound ’til I’m not even trying to hide it anymore.

I’m freaking panting in his arms. I hold out a hand to the brick wall as if afraid I’ll fall through it if I’m not careful.

Hot sparks of pleasure have started shooting through me. I’m not just wet. I’m dripping. I’m grinding back against Jin as he teases me with the blade and the stinging cuts on my chest and stomach throb away.

“You like the thrill, Monroe,” he observes. “You like the fear. You enjoy some viciousness, don’t you? But I’m far from through with you. I told you I won’t run you through with my blade, Tokki-ya. But Iwilldo the next best thing.”

“AHHH!”

The scream that leaves me is sharp and wild, high-pitched enough to shatter glass.

Jin’s flipped the knife in his hands and driven it into my pussy handle first. The hard, stiff object slides right into my dripping wet pussy like fingers would, except so much more forbidden and wrong.

But I can’t even say I want him to stop.

In the moment, as the strangled scream tears out of me, my mouth drops open. My brows knit together and then I do something I never thought I would.

I grind back against him.

Jin nips at my jaw. “Does that feel good, Tokki-ya? Tell me.”

“Yes!” I moan, eyes clenched shut, hips grinding. “Yes… please… fuck my pussy…”

“With what?” he demands. He slides the handle out, leaving only the very tip inside.

I clench down and find myself disappointingly empty. “With your knife,” I breathe. “Fuck me hard. Make me pay for what I did.”

The knife handle returns with a quick thrust, pushing in deep, stopping only where it ends and the blade begins. Jin fucks me with it, hard and fast like he’s warned.

…like I’ve asked for.

The hot pleasure intensifies, spreading through me. My fingers dig into the brick wall and I focus on all the sensations overwhelming my body.

From his warm breath against my cheek to the sting of the nicks and cuts on my breasts. My pussy clenches down on the knife handle as if it were a cock. I circle my hips, grinding against Jin and taking more of the handle.

It feels unnatural and wrong inside my pussy, yet I only crave more. I’m panting along with Jin’s thrusts of it as he works it inthen out in sharp, rough motions that would probably hurt if I weren’t so damn soaking wet.

“Yes!” I pant, grinding. “Fuck my pussy, Jin… make me yours.”

The knife handle slides in deep, finally triggering my orgasm. I clamp down on it as I come with a hoarse cry, the hot wave of pleasure wiping me out. I’m quaking all over, from my shoulders down to my thighs that feel like they’ll give out and I’ll drop to the ground.

But Jin keeps me in his hold.

He drags his lips across the side of my throat, nipping and biting at me. His palm gropes at my tender, bleeding breast while he gently slides the knife in and out a couple more times. It’s as though my orgasm pleases him almost as much as it’s done for me.

Then he withdraws the handle and brings it to my lips.

“Lick it clean, Tokki-ya,” he commands. “Taste yourself so you’ll remember this punishment.”

Dazed and delirious, still hot and quaking from my orgasm, I flick my tongue at the handle. It gleams with my pussy juices, evidence of just how wet he’s made me.

Once he’s satisfied, he pockets it inside his leather jacket and then spins me around. I’m shoved back first against the brick wall. I realize as his hands fly to the button on his jeans what’s coming up next.

The hot desire that exploded inside me when I came returns. It floods me all over again as Jin’s long cock juts free and he strokes a fist down its length. I can’t take my eyes off it, admiring the velvet texture and all the beautiful veins and ridges.

But Jin’s impatient, in no mood to let me ogle him. He strides forward, hoists me up off my feet, pushes me back against the brick wall ’til my legs band around his waist, and then he slams straight into me.

The sound I make is between a whimper and moan as he fills me up. I wrap my arms around his back and he squeezes my thighs in his hands.

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