Page 36 of The King of Hearts

I rock my hips up and down, panting at the sensation of the warm metal sliding over my clit. Behind my closed eyes, I imagine the dark, shadowed devil at the end of my bed. I picture him with his feet planted a foot apart. His intense eyes zoned solely on me. His lips behind the mask are slightly parted to accommodate his elevated breathing. I can almost imagine I hear the metallic sound of a zipper being released. Behind my closed lids, he lazily fists his cock, sliding his palm up and down the long, hard length. He picks up speed when my hips rock faster, matching the rhythm of my movements.

I haven’t seen his cock—I haven’t seen any part of him—but I imagine it’s fat and long.

I lick my lips, wanting that hardness filling my drenched hole. I need it so much I’m nearly delirious.

I let out a low moan when I think about being stuffed full of him. Of him forcing his cock inside, ramming so hard he leaves bruises on my thighs. Gripping my hips to hold me in place as he pounds away at me, destroying me completely.

The fingers holding my lips apart slide down further, past the end of the blade. I barely register the knife nicking the sides of my fingers as the tips graze my opening and the thin piece of skin of my hymen. My stomach swirls, and I whimper in need. My mind conjures an image of my devil, my fingers replaced with the head of his cock. His devilish shadow looms over me, but I feel the heat of his gaze.

I tense, my body preparing for his forceful thrust…

“Savina!” mydevilbarks, grabbing my attention before I can plunge my fingers inside.

My eyes snap open to look at him. My muscles go languid, and I sag against the bed. Frustration has my teeth grinding together.

“Who does your cunt belong to?” he asks, his tone sharp.

“You,” I answer in a small voice.

“Who’s allowed to stuff something inside it?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “Only you.”

“Then keep your fingers out ofmyfucking cunt unless I say otherwise. You touch only what I allow you to touch.”

“Please. I need…something.” I can’t help the needy sound in my voice.

“I’ll fill every goddamn hole you have until you’re overflowing soon enough. Until then, if anything so much as grazes the edge of that pussy, I’ll ruin it by fucking you with the sharp end of that dagger. Do you understand?”

This man is a fucking psychopath. Despite not knowing one thing about him, except that he’s killed two people in my name, I do know he’d follow through with that threat. He’d hurt me in ways that would leave permanent marks. On the inside and outside. What makes this situation even more fucked up, and what makes me appear as unstable as him, is that he’d be capable of making me like it while he punished me.

“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Now ride that fucking knife and make yourself come. I want that blade dripping with your arousal.”

I’m already so close to the edge that it won’t take much to shove me over. I bring my fingers back to my pussy and part the slippery lips. I push them wide open and apply pressure on the knife’s handle, grinding the blade against my clit. Shockwaves of pleasure tighten the muscles in my stomach and legs, and my breasts quiver when I let out an unsteady moan. I cut myself several more times and the pain adds fuel to the raging fire.

My toes curl into the duvet, and my hips lift off the bed. A warm, tingly feeling starts in my stomach and moves down between my legs. Starbursts of light explode in my vision, and my mouth falls open as I let out a loud cry. The tips of my fingers and toes go numb. My cries build in volume the harder my release hits. It’s a good thing the walls in the house are thick and well-insulated.

I pant as the intense feeling slowly fades. Sluggishly, I remove the blade from my clit and drop it beside me on the bed. My legs release their tension and fall open even more as I relax. My pussy stings from when the dagger sliced into me, but I barely notice the pain.

My attention is focused on the end of my bed where my devil still stands, his tense shoulders rising and falling as he breathes heavily. My eyes follow him as he comes around to the side and looks down at me behind the twin holes in his mask. I can only imagine what I must look like with my legs spread wide, blood on my thighs and pussy, and the bed beneath me soaked with my release and crimson.

“You tempt my control,” he admits huskily.

“I want to break it,” I confess.

“When that happens, there will be nothing left of you.”

He picks up the dagger and lifts the bottom part of his mask. He brings the flat edge to his mouth and runs the blade over his tongue, licking away my arousal and blood.

“I like the way your blood and cum taste.”

My clit pulses in need.

“You were such a good girl tonight, Vicious. My perfect little whore.”

My chest expands, and I feel ridiculously pleased at his praise.

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