Page 106 of Monster's Edge

I know that the things Ian and I do are messed up and strange. Maybe they’re even wrong. I’m not totally sure. I just know that I love the fact that these things get him off. I love the fact that when he comes for me, it’s like this huge rush for me.

There’s power in submission, after all.

There’s power in knowing I’m the one who makes him fall apart.

Ian has definitely had his share of women. Hell, I’m the daughter of a mafia crime boss, and I’ve had my share of womenandmen. I’m no virgin. Not by any means. It’s just that all of my former experiences have been pathetic compared to the experiences I have with Ian.

“I think the manners and boundaries we have previously established can be upheld despite the fact that we’re married,” he tells me, but his lip quirks a little.

“I understand, Mr. Salucci,” I say.

“You know what to do, Rose.”

He keeps the knife in place. I want to ask him about it. I want to ask if he’s going to cut me or slice me. I know some people like to do those things. I don’t think Ian does, though. He’s a pretty clean person. I don’t think he wants to have to clean up any blood or anything like that.

Still, I do know what he wants from me, which is why I slide my hands slowly up his thighs, gripping them, and I lean forward to swipe my tongue over the tip of his cock. He tastes good, and I love knowing just how hard he is for me right now.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

I pretend the knife isn’t there. I pretend there’s not the risk of absolutelydyingin this moment. Instead, I focus on making this good for him. I want him to feel all of this. I want Ian to look back on this moment and feel like it was the best hour of his life.

There are so many wasted moments in our lives: so many times where we don’t do the things we want to do or that we need to do. This shouldn’t be one of those moments. This is going to be one of those moments he’ll think about when he jerks off after a long day.

This is going to be a moment he never forgets.

Ian starts thrusting his hips forward. I grab his ass, holding him as he shoves his dick deeper into my throat. I groan against the intrusion, but I don’t scoot back or try to stop. It hurts just a little because of how fast he’s face fucking me, but I don’t really care. Ian doesn’t mind a little bit of slobber or wetness, and neither do I.

As he shoves his dick in and out of my throat, I slowly slide my hands down. I let my fingernails graze his skin softly as I move them down to his thighs and back up again. I move my hands to his inner-thighs so I can massage his balls as I suck his cock.

He groans a little.

He likes this.

A sense of satisfaction fills me as I realize that I’m doing a good job. I’m giving him what he wants – what heneeds.I’m doing exactly as he craves, which is good because I’m craving this too: the danger.

I like the destruction that seems to follow whenever Ian walks into my life. I love the fact that no matter what he’s doing, he brings chaos and wildness. He’s not a safe man. Not a tame man. I like that about him.

I shouldn’t.

Soon he shoves me away, pushing me roughly. I lost my balance and tumble backwards. My ass hits the floor and one of my wedding shoes slides off. I kick the other shoe off, too. Ian stands there stroking his cock with one hand. He’s still holding the knife in his other, but as he watches me, he raises the knife up.

Then he throws it hard so it lands in the wall. The sound of the knife hitting the wood echoes around me and he smiles at me darkly.

“Come here, little flower. It’s time to play.”

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