My upper body came off the mattress again when the head of the handle hit that spot inside, making my toes curl.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. You’re so fucking wet.”
In and out, faster, harder, until my legs trembled as the pressure built. I bucked my hips in time with his strokes, sure the blade had to have cut his palm by now, but his expression gave nothing away but pure satisfaction.
“Silas…” I whined, clutching the sheets.
He lowered his lips to my ear, pushing the handle deeper, his thumb stroking with more pressure, and murmured, “Sing for me.”
I knew he was relishing the fact he had me this way, dominating me by fucking me with the very tool I’d used to try to take his life more than once. The taboo of it all pushed me closer to the edge, to the brink of something more explosive than I’d ever felt before, forcing another ragged cry.
“Oh, God… Silas… I’m—please, don’t stop.”
“You’re not in charge here, love.”
Edging me to the fringes of my sanity, the knife and pressure were gone. I was about to murder him for real until I went airborne as he tossed me onto my stomach before hauling me back on all fours.
“This is mine too,” he groaned, thumb pushing against the rim of my ass. “You ever been fucked here, Leni?” His question came accompanied by a thrust of the handle back inside my pussy, and I cussed into the mattress.
“No,” I whimpered, eagerly meeting his thrusts.
“Mine,” he growled and spat on me twice. I felt the wetness slide down between my cheeks, mixing with my own arousal as his finger pushed against the tight muscles.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I screamed, punching into the mattress.
I bit down on the sheets and cried out as he fucked me harder. I felt so full, so damn good, I could cry.
“Break for me, baby,” he whispered over the skin of my back, his tongue running up my spine.
Silas’s words sent me tumbling into oblivion as I shouted his name, the bed beneath me now soaked as I gushed. I came so forcefully it felt like I was floating, drifting away before free-falling back to earth and collapsing into a boneless heap onto the wet sheets.
He offered me no reprieve, flipping me again and pushing my legs open, his eyes on mine.
Dark. Dangerous.
Hungry.
“You squirt all over the fucking bed for me.” I hissed when his fingers dug into my hips, and he dragged me to his mouth, licking up the side of my thighs, then over the small wound he’d opened up at my bikini line.
“Silas…I—can’t…”
Again, he robbed me of words when he lapped feverishly at my ruined pussy, his tongue just as skilled as his hands.
“No, no, no…” I cried, clenching the sheets with tight fists while he feasted on every drop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to die between my legs. But I also craved every inch of that pretty dick inside me.
I curled my fingers around his long, messy hair and tugged him back.
“Enough with the games. Fuck me already before I kill you.”
His gaze locked on mine, and he smiled, beard glistening. And I decided there was nothing sexier than this man’s face marked by my cum.
“There’s something I need from you first,” he said, kissing my inner thigh.
My head fell back as his tongue swiped at my pussy. “Talk fast. My patience is running thin.” I fisted his hair when he said nothing and simply hovered like a bastard over my clit. “Silas!”
His large body moved up mine, hands on my torso as he pulled me off the bed and onto his waist, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.
The way this man tossed me around…
