“Helena,” he whispered, throat bobbing as I brought my fingers to my mouth and dipped them inside to the knuckle. “Fuck.”
He rose to his knees on either side of me, undid the knot on his towel, and tossed it to some far corner of the room.
His dick was rock hard, every vein visible, every curve promising to hit just right. I couldn’t deny the tinge of apprehension that bubbled when I thought of the deliciously painful stretch that awaited.
My pussy throbbed at the sight. God, I needed him. I needed to be fucked. Turned inside out and completely wrecked.
“Don’t be a bitch, Silas. What are you waiting for? Fucking cut me.”
He grinned and chuckled darkly, rubbing at his blood-stained beard.
“You’re…something else, Helena.”
“It’s Len—”
The word dissolved in my throat as the heat of the first slash broke skin. A small gasp left my parted lips as pain and pleasure merged. My breaths were slow and shallow as I reveled in the sensations coursing through my body like liquid flames.
“When I said I’d use this blade on you, I never imagined it would be because you’d beg me to.”
I shook my head from one side to the other. Eyes still closed as his thumb swept tenderly across the line of blood.
“I’m full of surprises,” I whispered.
“Fuck. Yes, you are.” He trailed the same bloody path I’d made, only now I was trembling with every scorching touch. I moaned when he flicked my nipple, reaching for his cock and stroking until his eyelids fluttered. “I told you once this pussy was mine now.” His bloodied hand wrapped around mine as he guided my strokes.
“You’re delusional,” I said with a playful smirk. “I belong to no one.”
Silas’s hand dipped between my legs and rubbed slow circles around my clit before sliding his fingers against my opening.
“Your dripping wet cunt thinks a little differently.”
We were about to cross lines we couldn’t come back from. Risking everything for this one moment. And I didn’t care. I needed this man to crawl inside me and make me feel things I knew only he could.
I stood up on my elbows, his stormy eyes cutting into mine. “Fuck me, Silas.”
His hand flew to my neck, the other securing my waist when he scooped me off the floor and tossed me onto the mattress with so much force I bounced twice.
Drinking in the sight of him, I shook my head, lip tucked between my teeth. This man had no business being so goddamn beautiful. Licking my lips, my eyes gravitated toward his cock. I’d brought myself to orgasm at the image of that dick an obscene number of times over the last two weeks—the thrill of the forbidden only made it all that much hotter.
“I’m going to make good on my promise, love,” he said, stroking the length of his erection and eyeing my pussy as I let my thighs fall open.
“You’re going to have to jog my memory because between you promising to kill me and wanting to fuck me, it’s a little hazy.”
A growl rattled in his chest as he climbed over me, blade still in hand. “Nothing is off the table yet.”
I clutched his hair as his head dipped, and he lashed at a nipple, circling the piercing with tantalizing strokes.
“Good. Because I’m still going to kill you.”
“Is that so?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer when I felt the handle of his knife—ofmyknife—push against my clit. Rolling moans fell from my lips as he drew circles, parting my pussy and smearing my arousal over every inch.
“I’m a little jealous that this knife is going to fuck your pretty pussy before me. But I want to see you break for me…Leni.”
“Fuck,” I cursed as the sound of my name on his lips and the way he slid the leather hilt against my opening almost made me come right then and there.
“This blade has drawn blood from us both,” he said, pushing it inside as his other thumb massaged my clit and pinched it between his fingers.
