Page 32 of Thorns Laced In Blood

He opened his eyes, and I’d frozen not out of fear but fascination. The colour of his vibrant green eyes was stunning. They had a disjointed circle of amber around the pupil, green and aqua-blue. He wasn't the devil. I stabbed him. Yes, I stabbed him. Stab. Stab. Stab. I forgot to stab his neck. In my panic, I stabbed his chest.

It hurt my head to think about the devil.

The new Master started to talk, and I remembered vague recollections of doctors. I think I was in hospitals for a long time. He picked me up, and I felt Bear behind me. I grasped him, holding him to my chest before placing him over my face to inhale his clean scent. Someone had washed him. He smelled different, better.

The sound of the shower, burning water and suffocating steam. My brain became locked into the devil’s anger and thepain his anger brought me. Until—until Master’s voice brought me back. His soft words. The confession, but it was the pain in his eyes.

Pain. I missed the pain. Or was it the pills?

I didn’t want Master’s green eyes to be in pain. I looked at his body. It was different from his, bigger, stronger and his scent. I inhaled it in but needed more. The tip of his cock edged out of his shorts, and I knew what I needed. To distract us both. Bear fell from my hands as I dropped to my knees, scraping my nails against Masters's legs as I took his shorts with me—something I’d done a million times before but never like this.

My fingers barely wrapped around his cock. It was hard and thick, thicker thanhis. I kissed the head, noticing the clear liquid on the tip. I licked him. My eyes travelled up his body until I saw his green eyes. I slowly sucked him into my mouth, tilting my chin up when his lips parted.

The need to pleasure him and to show him who I was took over—the raw need to bare myself to him. I pushed down his hot length, squeezing my thighs together as he filled my mouth. I almost closed my eyes when his fingers stroked my cheek, but he moved his hand to gather my hair.

“Such a good girl, sugar. You look so good…full ofmebetween your lips,” Master said as a dark shadow passed in his passionate green eyes. “Get me wet.”

His command made me weak, and I was glad I knelt on the floor. I did as he ordered, using my tongue and gathering saliva in my mouth while rubbing my hand up and down the base of his cock, feeling every bump as his flesh strained beneath my grip.

Yes, this is what I needed.

His groan of pleasure made me feel powerful. His grip tightened on my hair, but it wasn't tight enough for me. Imoved down his cock, swallowing him up, pushing him past my throat, relaxing, sucking, licking and tasting the salty dew on my tongue.

“Oh, fuuuckkk,” Master moaned loudly and gave me what I wanted.

His fingers gripped my head, and he thrust himself down my neck. The feel of him stretching me, gagging me until my throat convulsed around him, only made me tighten my lips around him. He held my head and started to fuck me hard and fast.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that, sugar,” he said, but the quiver in his voice gave him away. “My beautiful cock-sucking slave.”

His words made me pause for a second. He was claiming me, but I was claiming him. I lifted my hand from the cold tile and rubbed his balls. It wasn't a gentle touch. I squeezed them until I felt them flex. The loose skin became taut, and he thrust deeper with another groan leaving his lips.

I glanced up at him to see his flared nostrils. His green eyes flared as he looked into my eyes. A slow smile curled his lips. He pulled me onto him, closing the gap until I couldn't breathe. The soft curls of his hair touched my nose as tears trickled down my cheeks. I continued to swallow, keeping my eyes on him until he pulled out with an animalistic growl. He pulled me to my feet, throwing me over his shoulder and stomped back to the bedroom.

Me?

I grinned because I won.

I bounced on the bed, trying to focus as Master ripped his shorts away from his thighs. When he plummeted towards the bed, I almost screamed, but he landed close to my legs, pulling them apart and started to lick my wet pussy. I ached everywhere, the need to cum, clawing at the pit of my belly. His bruisingfingers dug into my thighs while I ground myself on his face. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, it was as rough as my grip on his balls.

This was new. Better.

“Fuck, you taste like honey,” he groaned before burying his tongue inside of me.

My fingers gripped his hair. It was long enough for me to yank it while I raised my hips, pushing his tongue deeper. The devil never kissed me here. But then again, he never had to. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, use me, make me cum, make it hurt, but my voice was mine. He would be on me like the Gestapo as soon as I used it.

He licked upwards and released my thigh, but only to push his fingers inside me. His mouth latched onto my clit as he fucked me with his thick fingers until I howled. He gripped my hip to hold me down while he worked his wicked magic.

I released his hair and touched my breasts, squeezing my nipples so hard that I gushed around his fingers. The slight bumps of the scars beneath my skin didn't bother me because I was too focused on the pain as I dug my nails into my flesh. He pushed my hands away, and I looked down at him. His lips glistened, the hair close to his mouth was damp, and his eyes glowed dangerously.

“Mine,” he snapped at me, but it made me do was clench around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out, and I scowled at him, but he smiled before he sucked his fingers into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth or the pleasure on his face as he tasted me.

This man was seriously fucked up, and Ilovedit. I pulled my legs up and spread myself for him. His eyes automaticallydropped to my pussy. I hoped he could read my eyes because I wanted it all.

I wanted him so deep inside of me that I would forget the scent of the devil—the cologne, whiskey, sweat, and mints. The thought of them made me want to heave. No. I wanted Master to hurt me, to take my pain away, and I wanted it right now. I wanted to feel him in my bones. For him to split me open so the last of the devil would fall out.

I felt like an uncontrollable storm, but Master Saul was the electric lightning piercing through the black clouds of my storm.

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