Page 96 of Boy of Ruin
She’s always just needed me.
My mouth comes over hers, and her lips part for me as I keep thrusting into her, her legs wrapped tight around me. I loosen my grip on her throat, so I can feel her moaning into my mouth, feel how much she loves this.
Loves me.
She arches her back more, her tits brushing against my chest as her tongue clashes with mine.
“You love me?” I ask her, speaking against her mouth before I bite down on her bottom lip. I taste iron and I don’t know if it’s from biting her lip, or our blood together from our own Death Oath.
The only one that matters. The only one that fucking counts.
I don’t give a fuck about traditions. Rituals. Secret goddamn societies.
The only thing I give a fuck about is the girl I’m fucking right at this moment.
“You love me, baby?” I ask her again, pulling back even as she tries to keep her swollen lips against mine. I’m thrusting into her, softer now, but enough that her tits are still jiggling, her body stretched out beneath me. God she feels fucking good. “You love your brother?”
Her lips are parted, her eyes almost glassy with lust. Pleasure?
Love?
“Yes,” she finally says as I drive my dick in as far as I can, keep our hips melded together. Her eyes dart to my mouth, and I can’t hide my smile, the way she licks her lips, blood smeared across them, like she wants my mouth back on hers so fucking bad.
“Yeah?” I ask her, feeling my chest grow full. Nearly fucking bursting as I pull out of her tight cunt, slowly push back in and feel her clench around me, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she fixes me with that beautiful gray stare.
“Yes,” she says again, not looking away from me. “I love you, J,” she whispers.
I dive back down, my lips on hers. She opens for me, lets me in. “You do?” I ask her, speaking into her mouth, my grip on her wrists so fucking tight it’s hurting my fingers, but I can’t let go.
I can’t let her go.
But I loosen my hold on her throat, run my thumb over her windpipe as she says, “Yes, I love you. I love you, J.”
I pull back, onto my knees, bring one of her legs over my shoulder, one hand on her inner thigh, the other dragging across my bleeding name on her belly until my thumb is circling her pretty pink clit.
Her arms are still over her head even though I’ve let her go, like she wants nothing more than to submit to me.
Give everything to me.
“Don’t you dare fucking leave me,” I tell her, watch her heavy eyes try to hold mine as she pants while I keep circling her swollen clit. She has a perfect fucking pussy. “Don’t you dare fucking leave, baby, because no one is going to love you like I do. No one is going to save you like I do.”
I stare down at us, my cock driving into her. I see her stretched around me, so fucking tight.
“You see this?” I ask her, jerking my chin, gripping her thigh hard enough to leave bruises when I’m done with her.
She looks down between us, her body elongated, her tits so fucking full. “Yes,” she whispers, “yes.”
“This is all I’ve ever wanted. If I lost this, if I lost you…” I’m so close, and I think she is too, the way she’s clenching so tight around me, the way her back is coming off the floor, her head tilted back, eyes closed. I keep circling her clit, keep driving my hips against her, and I’m almost there…
“If I fucking lost you,” I tell her, my entire body flushed with heat. I stare down at her, lost in her own pleasure, lost in mine. I see the knife, just beside us and I let go of her thigh, my hand starting to tremble with how hard I’ve done everything with her.
I snatch up the knife, lean down close as her knee comes toward her chest, stretching her. I hold the blade to her throat as she dips her chin, her eyes wide with surprise.
But not fear.
No.
She knows I couldn’t live without her.
