Page 53 of Forgotten Sacrifice
I press the blade closer to Luna’s delicate throat, her body trembling. “Go ahead and kill me,” she says with false bravado. “You’ve already ruined the only thing in the world I cared about. My only love, and you had to taint it. You’ve turned me into a liar and a cheat, and I’ll never forgive you,” she says the last part with venom.
I laugh mirthlessly. “The higher the horse, the harder the fall, Luna. Who says you wouldn’t have resorted to lying and cheating to make it to the top?”
Fire in her eyes, she declares, “Me. That’s who.”
“What if I would’ve left you on your own after your old man’s death? Where the fuck do you think you’d be? I know the answer. Evicted from that shithole apartment when you couldn’t make rent. Having to drop out of school in order to survive. On the streets, prey to any pimp who laid eyes on your gorgeous face. Homeless, sleeping in the park where chess matches are held during daylight hours; a sad reminder of what could’ve been. Guaran-fucking-tee you would’ve lied and cheated to claw your way out of that hell.”
“You want a medal for murdering my old man?” she shouts angrily, hot tears falling down her cheeks.
I dart my tongue out, catching one; wanting to taste her fire. “No. Repayment of his debt will suffice.”
“I wish you would’ve put a bullet in my head that night,” she says with a shaky voice.
“More lies. You had the fire back then, and you’ve still got it. Stay focused on your goal of paying back the family so you get your precious freedom. But until that day comes, you’ll do as Daddy says.”
Her eyes go wide. “I was fucking with you?—”
“And I liked it.”God help me, I did fucking like it. “You wanted to seduce me,piccola? You wanted my dick hard for you? Mission accomplished, and now, you’re going to deal with the consequences.”
Luna
Vince shifts the knife, a predatory look on his face as he runs the tip of the blade gently down my throat, causing my skin to prickle. I can’t tell if he’s drawing blood, but my body’s so keyed up, I’m not sure I’d feel if the man were decapitating me.
How things spiraled so quickly, I don’t know. The ache between my legs is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Fear and desire and hate, all mingled together in the most seductive of threesomes.
Vince grabs my nightshirt with one hand and holds it away from my skin as he uses the knife, running the blade from collar to hem—cutting it clean in two.
I gasp as the fabric falls to either side of me, and I force myself not to squirm as he takes in my body, his gaze lingering on my breasts. “You’re perfection,” he rasps, cupping my left breast in his hand. “How beautiful these tits will bounce when I’m fucking you.” He makes my breastjiggle with his hand before rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“I’ve never,” I start, flustered. “I mean, I’ve messed around with a boy, but we didn’t, you know.”
“I do know,” he says angrily, leaning over to capture my aching nipple in his mouth. I grab onto his head, moaning as he sucks. Releasing my nipple with a littlepop, he moves over to my other breast, showering it with kisses and flicks of his tongue. “Senator’s son or not, I should have put a bullet in that little punk’s head.”
I shudder beneath his hard body, and Vince smiles, taking the knife tip and running it down my stomach, my entire body breaking out in goosebumps. He moves the fabric of my panties away from my skin, cutting on the left, and then the right, and I’m laid bare.
“Open,” he growls, and I unclinch my legs. “Do you always shave this pussy?” he asks, tracing my smooth lips with his fingers.
“No, I thought you might like it this way,” I admit, my body trembling at his touch.
“Grow it back out; I want to see it natural,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I whisper, my cheeks heating for some damn reason.
Vince raises an eyebrow. “Okay, what?”
“Okay, Daddy,” I find myself saying, and he hums his approval.
He flips the knife in his hand, running the handle back and forth between my pussy lips. “Oh!” I cry, gripping the sheets.
“I shouldn’t let you come; I should punish you for being such a bad girl, Luna.” He growls, continuing to rub the cold handle back and forth over my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet the handle keeps sliding around, I’m going to cut myself.”
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Please.”
“Please what, Luna?”
“Let me come,” I pant.
“That’s what I want to hear,” he murmurs. “Beg for it.”
