Page 177 of Holy Hearts
I start to protest, but the sharp kiss of cool metal against my inner thigh makes the words die on my tongue. My breath hitches as the edge lingers, a tantalizing promise and threat.
“Are you ready for this?” Kai asks, his voice smooth and dark, like velvet over steel. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you’re begging for more.”
My breath stutters, and my eyes drop down to where Kai holds the blade of his knife against my skin, dragging it slowly, carefully, along the sensitive flesh. The knife catches the dim light, illuminating the intricate gold filigree along the handle and the sharp edge. Near the base of the blade, an elegantRis engraved, the letter gleaming in the faint glow like a mark of authority.Ravage.
The sensation isn’t painful—it’s a delicious sting, just enough to send a surge of heat pooling between my legs.
Julian shifts closer, and I feel his breath on the back of my neck as he watches Kai’s every move.
“Look at her,” Julian murmurs, brushing his lips over the curve of my shoulder as one of his fingers trails down to the arousal dripping down my inner thighs. “So perfect. So fucking wet for you.”
Kai’s eyes darken, his grip tightening around the knife. He presses it just a little harder, enough to leave a faint red line in its wake.
I moan softly, rolling my hips forward to chase the friction, but Kai’s free hand snaps up, gripping my throat and holding me still.
“Not yet,” he growls, his voice dropping lower. “You’ll take what I give you. Nothing more.”
I can feel how hard he is beneath me, and the sight of him—so calm, so in control—makes me lightheaded.
“Say it,” he commands, tightening his hold just enough to make me gasp.
“I’ll take what you give me, my lord,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
Kai’s thumb brushes over the pulse fluttering beneath his hand, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, bruising kiss.
“That’s right. You will,” he murmurs.
His grip eases, and I can feel the press of the blade again, higher this time, dragging along my waist to the curve of my breast. The faint sting of it makes my head drop back, and I sigh, relishing the sensation.
Julian groans behind me, his hands sliding up my waist, cupping my breasts as Kai’s knife carves another thin red line along the soft swell of one.
“She likes it,” Julian says darkly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “She always likes it when you hurt her.”
Kai tilts his head, considering me carefully.
“Because she knows she’s safe,” he says quietly, dragging the blade up until the tip rests at the base of my throat.
The metal is cool, but his eyes burn hot.
“She knows I’d never let anything happen to her,” he adds, almost as if he’s reminding himself as much as me.
I nod, letting my hands drift up his chest, fingers curling around the back of his neck.
“I know,” I whisper.
And with that, he lets me sink down onto him in one smooth motion—slow, deliberate—his cock stretching me open until I can’t think of anything except the way he fills me completely.
The knife doesn’t leave my skin.
His other hand rests heavy on my hip, guiding me down inch by inch, like he’s savoring every second of this. And maybe I am too. More than I expected.
The slick heat of him against me—bare, unfiltered—makes the sensation all the more intense. There’s nothing between us this time. No thin barrier, no buffer to dull the friction. I can feel the faint pulse of his cock, the ridges, the raw stretch that leaves me trembling as I take him deeper.
It’s the first time we’ve done this without a condom, and that fact lingers between us like a whispered confession neither of us speaks aloud.
I’m now on the pill. I made the switch to a low-dose birth control last month, partly for this, partly to ease the brutal weight of endometriosis that used to keep me in bed for days. It’s helped—more than I ever thought possible. The pain isn’t constant anymore. There are days I barely remember it’s there at all.
But right now? Right now, I don’t feel like a woman burdened by pain. I feel like a woman worshipped.
