Page 5 of Shades of Ruin

“Of course you’re not,” I mutter with a laugh. “Indulge me anyway.” I tug the silk tight over her eyes, making sure no light sneaks through. Unable to resist, I stroke my fingers over her soft curls, inhaling the sweetness of cinnamon as I tie the blindfold in a firm knot at the back of her head.

When I step back to take in the view, I decide she looks even more ravishing when she’s relinquished her sight to me. “Safeword,” I demand. Even if she wants to play with fear tonight, I’m not taking any chances on crossing boundaries.

“Caramel,” she answers softly, her bravado a little less sharp than it was before I blinded her.

Burned sugar and the color of her eyes. Seems like a perfect choice.

“If anything happens that you don’t like, you use it. Understood?”

“Yes.”

A growl rumbles deep in my chest at the knowledge that I will push her as far as she can go tonight. Something tells me that when I do, she’ll only beg for more. “Good girl.”

Chapter Three

GREYSON

I’m conflicted for the first time in my life about where to play with her. I never use the bed. It’s there because I could never convince Finn to remove it. I don’t fuck my girls on the bed. I fuck them on the floor or on the cross or against the wall because I don’t want them getting any romantic fantasies about what we’re doing here. It’s harder for a girl to get attached if you won’t even take her to bed.

But when I stare down at my perfect angel, I decide to try something new. Just this once. I reach down and grasp her hand before tugging gently. “On your feet,” I command. She rises on wobbly legs and follows me as I lead her to the bed. “Turn around.” She turns toward me, and I lift her onto the bed, careful not to crush her wings.

“Lie back,” I instruct with a nudge on her shoulder. She does as I ask, lowering herself so that she’s flat on her back with her bare feet dangling off the edge. Her legs part on instinct, and I have to hold myself back from diving between her soft thighs and devouring her cunt on the spot.

She makes a stunning little sacrifice laid out on the black bedwith her scorched, bloody wings spread out beneath her and her coffee and caramel colored curls encircling her head like a halo. Her burned, black dress has fallen low across her tits, revealing a hint of her dark, pebbled nipples beneath. I almost wish I hadn’t blindfolded her so I can watch the ecstasy flood her eyes when I wrap my lips around that hardened nub and suck it against my teeth until she shrieks with pleasure.

It takes enormous self-control to abandon the delicious sight of her sprawled out in my bed and walk back to the cabinet beside the cross. I pull out my favorite piece of steel. It’s a chef’s knife—long, broad, and sharp enough to cut with the slightest touch. At eight inches, it also happens to be the same length as my cock. And yes, I’ve held them up side by side for an accurate measurement.

I mount the bed and straddle her hips, making sure to keep my weight from crushing her. Without any warning, I slide the very tip of the blade over the exposed flesh of her tits. “Ever play with knives, angel?” I ask, continuing to drag the cold metal over her skin. She shivers beneath me.

“S-sometimes,” she rasps, her voice suddenly drawn and hoarse. Shelikesthis. I press a bit harder, loving the way she moans at the soft sting of the blade’s kiss.

“On your own or with a partner?”

“Both,” she breathes with a sharp sigh.

I frown at her answer. I don’t like the idea of her hurting herself. That’s my fucking job. “Does blood bother you?”

“No.”

“Good.” I swipe the blade across her skin and watch a trail of bright red blossom over her chest. She keens, the sound so very pure as it falls from her lips. I dip my head down and run my tongue over the cut, my eyes fluttering shut as coppery sweetness teases my senses. “You taste delicious,” I rasp, arousal and bloodlust intertwining themselves in my veins.

“More,” she pleads, echoing the steady chants for havoc and chaos pounding in my head.

Fisting the top of her dress, I stab the blade into the singed material and slice down the middle in one, clean cut. She gasps as the dress splits open, leaving her gorgeous, naked body on full display. The naughty girl isn’t wearing any panties, and I devour the sinful beauty she dared to conceal from me.

Her hips are full and curvy, perfectly proportional with her round tits. Her waist dips in on both sides, her stomach smooth and soft. I’m surprised to see a double diamond stud resting in the divot of her belly button. My girl is pierced, and it leaves me fantasizing about a matching set of studs on her tits or even above her clit.

My cock strangles in my pants at the thought of piercing her myself.

She starts to buck her hips beneath me, greedy for another kiss from my blade. Not wanting to deny her, I drag the knife across her stomach, loving that streak of red just as much as her breathless moan of delight. I let the blood well as I etch another cut into her skin. I mark her arms, her tits, and her thighs with shallow slices—not deep enough to scar, just enough to give her that pleasant sting she’s craving. By the time I’m sated, she’s covered in blood, and I’m so hard I could come with a single stroke to my cock.

Holding my breath, I travel lower and slide the crimson tipped blade through the soft patch of curls hiding most of her pussy from me. With delicate precision, I stroke her up and down with the sharp edge.

“Ever taken a knife up your cunt?” I ask, careful to keep the blade steady against her bare pussy even as my heart races with adrenaline.

“No,” she breathes. And I must be imagining the arousedheat in her voice. Because no sane girl would ever want a chef’s knife anywhere near her cunt.

“Perfect, we’ve finally found something you haven’t tried.” Without waiting for her to lose her nerve, I flip the knife around so the blade rests in my hand and slot the steel handle against her entrance. “This scary enough for you?” I taunt before slamming the handle inside her all the way to the hilt. She screams, her winged back arching against the bed as her body trembles beneath me.

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