Page 80 of Undisputed Chaos
Each pass of the cold jade sent shockwaves through me, the handlesliding closer to my entrance only to retreat, a vicious tease that had me straining against my bonds, eager for more.
His other hand remained firm around my throat, thumb tracing my pulse, feeling every racing heartbeat.
He lifted the handle briefly, showing me my own glistening arousal coating the jade.
“You’re coating my knife in your need. Every time I use this blade now, every time I pull it out to cut, to threaten, to kill, I’ll remember how desperately you wanted it inside you."
To cut? To kill? I couldn’t care less—the filthy promise in his words sent only heat through my body.
I moaned, shameless and needy, as he returned the handle to my core, pressing more firmly this time.
"This is what you want, angel?" He was full-on mocking me now, breath coming faster, betraying his controlled exterior.
"Want to be fucked by something that's taken lives? Want to come around a weapon that's spilled blood?"
I whimpered, bucking forward for more friction against the handle. Whatever he was saying, I wanted it. I wanted it all.
"Please," I managed, voice wrecked. "Please, Adrian. I want it so badly it hurts.”
Dark triumph flashed in his eyes. "Since my angel asked so fucking nicely..."
With agonizing slowness, he began to push the handle inside, watching my face, entranced, as the smooth jade stretched me open.
It was cool and unyielding, so different from his fingers but no less intimate, because it was his, because it was dangerous, because no one else would ever touch me this way.
"Fuck,"Adrian groaned when the handle was halfway inside, his own control starting to fray.
"You should see yourself, Isla. Taking my knife like you were made for it. Like you were born to be claimed by something lethal."
He knocked his head back for a moment, almost like he was tryingto control himself, and I watched his breathing visibly slow from its fast pace.
Then, without warning, he pushed it fully inside. The cool, solid surface stretched me open, filling me in a way that was both wrong and perfect.
I cried out at the intrusion, back arching as much as my restraints would allow.
"I'm going to fuck you with this knife until you scream my name," he promised, words filthy and perfect against my ear as he began a rhythm of deep thrusts.
"Then I'm going to lick you off of it while you watch."
A broken moan escaped me in response, my body clenching around the slippery intrusion, walls gripping the unyielding jade, wrists pushing at the seatbelt.
"That's it," he encouraged, his own breathing ragged again, free hand moving to rub my clit in tight circles.
"Show me how much you love being fucked by something that could end you but chooses to pleasure you instead."
He pushed the handle somehow even deeper than before, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he watched it disappear completely inside me.
"Taking my knife like it belongs in your tight hole, like you were made to be claimed this way."
The sensations, the relentless jade, his skilled fingers, built to an impossible peak. My thighs shook, my walls clenched desperately around the intrusion, chasing my release while he destroyed me so beautifully.
"Going to come around my knife?" he taunted. "Going to soak it in your come so I can taste you on steel and jade forever?"
My body responded before my mind could catch up, pleasure crashing through me in waves so powerful I would have collapsed if not for his hands holding me steady and the seatbelt around my wrists.
As I came down, trembling and breathless, he withdrew the blade, movements careful despite the darkness still swirling in his eyes.
He brought the handle to his lips and licked it clean with long, rough strokes of his tongue, his gaze never leaving mine.
