“Got something to say, Little Swan?” he asks softly.
I touch my nose to his. “Just that even the Bloody Prince has his weaknesses,” I muse. “Affected by a simplepussy.”
He smirks. “Oh, I don’t get hard for just about any pussy, sweetheart.” He flicks open his switchblade again and brings the blade over to my apex. He then drags it down to my clit, bites down on my bottom lip, and twists the weapon around before pushing its handle inside me in a single thrust.
I arch against the pillar when the cold metal enters my heated core, and grunt when Dorran begins to move the handle in and out of me.
“It’syourpussy, Cignette, that’s made me lose track of my mind,” he tells me, then starts fucking me with the switchblade in earnest.
I arch further as the friction makes me wetter, then bring my arms behind me so that I can grab onto the pillar. My mouth falls open as I breathe heavily, and when Dorran twists the handle just so, creating an even intense rhythm, I grit my teeth and moan out loud.
“Uh-uh-uh.” He stops, then looks down at me with amusement dancing in his gleaming eyes. “Unless you want everyone here to know what a slut you are for me, I’d suggest you keep it down a little.” He slowly pushes the handle inside me again, but this time, he doesn’t stop.
I gasp and try to move, but he shakes his head at me not to. I can feel the very end of the sharp blade against my entrance, and I shiver in fear instead of the cold.
“God, how good you’d look bleeding for me,” he says darkly, then gives me a chaste kiss before pulling the handle out, and then thrusting it back inside me again. “I’d fall on my fucking knees in front of you, just to get a single taste of you.” He continues to fuck me with the switchblade, and goddammit, his words, paired with his rough ministrations, make me clench around the handle as I get closer to my release.
Dorran brings his face next to the side of my neck again, and then inhales deeply. “You smell so fucking forbidden,” he whispers against my skin, and I can hear the smile in his voice as he adds, “and…like oranges. You smell like fuckingoranges.”
I chuckle, and yelp when one of my hands slips, making me lose my balance a little.
Dorran quickly wraps his free arm around my waist and presses our bodies together, and when our eyes meet, he tilts his switchblade in a way that makes my orgasm practically shoot out of me.
My toes curl; my chest feels hot. My hips move upwards; my stomach contracts.
I open my mouth to moan, but he captures it with his own. I bring my hands up, fist his curls between my fingers, and fuck his mouth as he continues to help me ride out my all but blinding orgasm.
It’s like I’m buzzing, like every inch of me has been set ablaze. My release fogs my brain, then clears it just as fast. I go slightly limp against Dorran’s hold, and when we break the kiss, he slowly pulls his switchblade out of me and brings it between us. With his eyes on me, he takes the handle into his mouth and sucks, and I’m left motionless, becausefuckme, that’s the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed – ever.
His dark lashes flutter as he lets out a soft groan, then pulls the handle out before offering it to me.
I part my lips and suck on it once, but then he takes it away from me before kissing me again.
This little game we’re playing – it’s frustrating, aggravating. But I also love how it works, and because it’s so beautifully impulsive, it keeps me thrilled enough to anticipate what’s to come.
It’s kind of electrifying, for lack of a better word.
“As if you weren’t addicting enough,” Dorran begins, then swallows, “youhaveto taste so fucking good. Damn you, woman; I can’t even think straight at this point.”
We’re both breathing hard, and I’veneverwanted to have a man more than I do Dorran Ledger.
“I–” I start, but stop when his phonepingsonce, and then a second time.
He grunts in disapproval, moves back, slides his switchblade into his front pocket, lifts me in his arms, and sets me back on my feet. He then bends to pick my shorts off the ground. “I’m keeping these,” he says around a grin before tucking them halfway into the back pocket of his jeans. “I’ll need something to clean my cock with after I come under your name tonight.”
I let go of a hiccupped breath, and his grin widens, but then he scowls when his phonepingsagain. He quickly pulls it out, reads the messages, then huffs before looking at me. “I gotta go.” He then vaguely gestures at me. “Cover yourself. From now on, no one gets to see this pussy but me. That clear to you?”
“Not even my esthetician?” I quip.
“Well, unless they have a desire of having their bleeding guts shoved down their throats, Little Swan, then no;no, they cannot.”
“Is this your way of staking your claim, then – using threat and pleasure to bind me to you?” I question.
Dorran smirks in a way that could make even Lucifer tremble. He grabs my chin and kisses me once, and then pockets his phone, walks over to the pillar opposite the one he’d climbed from, and gets onto the railing. Just like he had gotten up, he uses the rain as a cover, and the motifs to get down, and within seconds, he’s crossed the garden and hiked the estate walls using the overgrown leaves covering it. He’s out of sight before the guards can notice him, and it’s then I realize that I’ve been holding my breath, so I close my eyes and exhale through my nose.
This man is going to get me brutally killed one of these days, and honestly, I can’t wait to meet my end, especially because I know he’ll be there with me – making me yearn for him, even in death.
7.
