Page 55 of Pretend
I shake my head.
“I want to rewrite the way you see your broken pieces, Alessia. I want you to embrace the shattered parts of you. You don’t need to be fixed.” I grip her jaw tight, and she winces. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “You need to learn how to embrace those dark parts of your soul. It’s what makes youso divine, so addicting, and so powerful. That’s what I truly desire toteachyou. If we had more time…and if things were different, I would.”
She pauses, digesting my outpour. Ever since I was tortured, I don’t like people. I especially don’t like them in my space, my home,my life.
The electrifying pull she has on me breaks my boundaries and has me cutting off her thought process with a fatal kiss.
I kiss her. I kiss her so fucking hard, like my life depends on it, and I’m the one seeing the stars. But there’s only one star that stands out, one star that shines bright in my dark world, and it’s her.
I move my lips against her like I’m hungry to eat her until she’s nothing but bones, and I take advantage of this one moment we have together. At first, she freezes but quickly opens her mouth, granting me access to taste her and feel her tongue dance with mine. I grab her hips, pushing her against my chest and my hands up in her hair, trying to get deeper into her mouth as humanly possible.
My veins implode with pure fucking madness. I’m losing myself in her, letting our bodies intertwine into one, and then…something inside breaks and shatters into irretrievable pieces.
This is wrong. She is forbidden. I shouldn’t.
I fucking can’t.
My job. My team. If anyone finds out, I’m finished. The Admiral is like another father figure…but…I did promise I would keep her safe and I am doing that. I’m doing it in my own fucked up way, but nonetheless, I’m doing it.
It’s just one night. My cock won’t be buried deep in her like I’ve been craving to do since the first time I saw her.
Now,this is torture.
“I’m starving, little Valentine. I need to taste more of you,” I squeeze her ass tight with my hand feeling her silky soft skin underneath my palms. “I’m not breaking the rules, right? If my cock is not buried so deep inside my assignments pussy, it’s still okay?” I repeat my question as I slap her ass and grip it tight once again. A handful of her ass is the best thing I’ve felt in a long time.
“Right, Hannibal.” She agrees, breathing hard.
“I need more, I want more, crave more of your taste. I want to eat you.” I slide down further.
“You want to eat me out?” She quirks a brow, breathless. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes never leave mine. Excitement pulls at my chest.
“Yes. But before I do, you’re going to come all over my knife.”
“Wh-what? You were serious?” She stutters in disbelief.
“This is the first lesson I’m going to teach you. My threats are always promises," I lean over her, breathing over her neck, and I sink my teeth into her skin. She wiggles and scratches my back over my shirt. She moans, and it only makes my dick jump inside my pants. Fuck, I might come in my pants, just like this…just from the sounds she’s making.
I flip the blade over, so now I’m grabbing the sharp steel instead. I kiss her neck, trailing kisses down to her nipples and sucking on her breasts. Taking them one by one, and I can’t fucking get enough.
I want to fuck her tits. I want to fuck her mouth, her ass, her cunt.
I find her opening and slowly push forward, the handle entering her. It’s not a sharp handle. It’s a soft one, so it shouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
“Oh fuck,” she chants into my ear.
I start with slow thrusts with the knife, fucking her with it slowly, seeing if she can really take it like she said she could.
My focus is jumping back and forth between her cunt, and her beautiful face that’s lit up with pure adoration and lust. Her mouth gapes open, and she tugs at the bottom of her lip.
I want to fuck that tight throat of hers as tears fall down her cheeks.
“Do you want me to stop? Is this too much for you, Valentine?” I coo in her ear, circling her clit faster. She’s fucking dripping.
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she hooks her legs into my waist like she’s pressuring me to give her the real thing, pulling me closer to her naked body.
“Faster!” She screams.
So I do. I fuck her with my knife, wishing, praying to God it was my dick instead, as we kiss each other in a fever-like dream. She’s moaning, practically screaming against my lips when I start to finger her clit while the knife fucks her in a dangerously carnal manner. My hand grips the blade so tight because of the frustration that’s boiling inside me. An ache that’s thundering from not being able to feel her insides has me stricken with anger. I want to feel her soft walls clench down on my dick, and I’ve never hated my knife more than I do now.
