Page 22 of Hollow House
I tensed as the nip of pain coursed over my skin, his teeth sinking into my neck. It was hard enough that I knew there’d be a bruise to remind me tomorrow morning. I was shocked it didn’t draw blood.
He pulled back and picked up the knife from beside me. I moved to pull myself away, but his other hand grabbed my thigh and kept me in place.
“I want you to take this like a good girl,” he ordered.
My eyes widened, seeing the hilt of the knife held up for me to see. He inched it closer to my center, and my entire body tensed in anticipation. Panic and fear coursed through me, but something else was there as well.
I wanted this, I realized. I wanted him inside me again.
As twisted and fucked up as it was, I wanted to feel what it was like to have the Wraith press his knife into me, to come on his weapon and watch the look of pure heat that crept into his gaze as I did.
I spread my legs and tried to will my body to relax.
The second the knife pressed to my entrance, I knew I was right. That last feeling was desire. My adrenaline spiked enough for my body to relax and allow the Wraith to slip the knife hilt inside me.
At first, it hurt. The object rubbed against me, raw and hard. The Wraith moved his finger against my clit, helping me ease the tension and urging my body to create the familiar wetness to help ease the pumping of the handle.
It was longer than most, and he held the knife at the closest point to the sharp blade. One wrong move from either of us, and one of us could end up seriously injured.
Why did that thought have my core warming?How sick and twisted was I?
“I need more,” I begged, the feeling of the knife in me not enough.
“What do you desire, love?” he asked.
I was completely and utterly gone from who I was. There was no turning back after this. Whoever I was after would be a new person from whom I was stepping in to Hollow House.
“Ruin me,” I demanded.
“Anything you desire, love,” he said and pulled the knife out, tossing it to the side and helping me out of my dress.
He quickly unzipped his pants, and as he did, I unbuttoned most of his shirt. He finished the last two for me, exposing his beautiful body. It was covered in tattoos, ones I wanted to trace my fingers over.
Before I could get a good look at them, his cock thrust into me, and I let out a gasping moan.
At first, it hurt, his large cock stretching me in ways I didn’t think possible. I could feel every inch of him as he pushed fully into me.
“Finish me,” I begged, wanting to feel the same pleasure he pulled from me twice already.
He continued to thrust into me over and over, my hand reaching down to find my clit to rub in lazy circles, intensifying the feeling.My pussy pulsed around each thrust of his cock.
“So fucking tight,” he growled before pulling out and flipping me around.
I scrambled to get on my knees, my ass backing into him, knees spread for easier access.
I cursed as he pushed into me again, my entire body stumbling forward. I caught myself and arched my back, needing to feel him even better.
His hands gathered my long brown hair and pulled at it. The strands wrapped around his fists, and he tugged, the pain adding to the pleasure as I let out a deep moan.
His thrusts became more untamed, faster, and eventually, he let go of my hair to hold my hips. His hands pulled me backagainst him, and I could hear my ass slapping against him with each push and pull.
A deep, loud moan escaped my lips as I felt my body explode into tiny bursts of pleasure. He rode me through my orgasm, and my body almost went limp as he finished inside me.His cum leaked down my leg as he pulled out, and I felt the warmth of it running the same path as the cuts he made.
He turned me around, helping me lie on my back and regain my breath.
“This belongs to me,” he said, running a finger along my folds. “You can have anything you desire here, but you answered my call.”His dark eyes looked over my face for any hint of objection.“My desire is for you to be mine.” After a second, he spoke again, before I could answer.“Who does this belong to?” he asked, and I know exactly what he wanted to hear.
Could I give him that?
