“It wasn’t,” he argued, face flushing red. “If they had believed you, my sweet killer....” He didn’t finish the sentence, and instead swung me around, shoving me toward the living room.
I nearly tripped over my feet, but I planted myself in the doorway to stop him from pushing me into the room. Grinning evilly, I shrugged. “Your friends aren’t the smartest I’ve met.”
“Liar.” He grabbed a hunk of my hair and yanked, and my scalp stung in agony at the sharp tug. My pain receptors were working overtime, and it was all I could do not to bust my balls. My cock pressed against my pants impatiently. He dragged my head back, and I stared up at him as he bore down on me. “I won’t have you caught, Ari.”
My skin was on fire, lit up with tingles of lust and need, and it was hard to hold back the shudder that swept through me. “What are you going to do about it, Master?”
“I should killyou.” He bared his teeth and his tongue poked out between them. I wanted to suck on it. Onhim.
“Fuck me instead,” I whispered. “Hurt me.”
He leaned in closer, breath tickling my mouth. “I’m going to do more than hurt you—I’m going to wreck you.”
How did I convey to him that I wanted that? I had no idea, but my instincts led to me striking a fist into his cheek, hard enough that even though he was much taller and bigger than me, his head whipped to the side. Blood flew from his mouth and splattered across the floor. He stayed still, eyes on the droplets, and my lungs froze. Had I gone too far?
When he looked at me it was as if in slow motion, and I couldn’t make myself move. I watched, waiting for my impending death, and the thrill of it had my cock throbbing.
“Master.” I licked my dry lips, heart racing so fast it felt like it would jump right from my chest.
When he fully faced me, he gave me a bloody smile, and I thought my cock would burst from my pants, and then he moved so quickly I didn’t have time to react when he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and threw me against the wall. The impact was so hard I bounced, and I swore I’d left a human-size dent in the drywall. I went to move, but he grabbed me and shoved me face-forward against the wall. His nails dug into the bruised skin on my neck.
His raw power had me shivering, heat and need filling my belly and circulating around my balls. I clenched my eyes closed and breathed, then opened them and stared at the wall.
He pressed in tight behind me, his breath fluttering against my ear. “If you want pain, my sweet, sweet killer, I’ll give you pain. You don’t need to join a fight club for that.”
I shuddered so fiercely my teeth rattled. “But, Master....” My voice sounded so small, even to my ears. “I want to fight. Can’t I have you and the fight club? I wantboth. I deserve both!”
He snorted and dug his fingers into my neck harder. “So entitled.” He clucked his tongue and laid his other hand on my hip. “I’m going to give you what you really deserve.”
“Please.” A whimper left my mouth before I could stop it.
He flung me around to slam my back against the wall, and I stared up at him, a smirk pulling at my lips. I slipped a hand into my pocket and yanked out my knife, then opened it and pressed the blade against the base of his neck as he went to lean in closer. The metal kissed his skin and the glint against his flesh was beautiful. Perfect. There were no words to describe it.
If he was shocked by the sudden appearance of the knife, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smiled and stepped in closer, and the blade dug into his neck deeper, cutting his vulnerable flesh. Blood welled in the wound, and I couldn’t tear my attention away from how poetic the red looked.
“You don’t scare me, Ari,” he whispered, startling me out of my daze. My gaze darted up to his, and we stared at each other. His mouth quirked to the right side. “Drop the knife.”
My hand shook on its own, and I blinked in surprise, then opened my fingers and the knife fell to the floor between us. The cut on his neck wasn’t deep, but small rivulets of blood traced the curve of his collarbone.
“I’m not sorry, Master,” I murmured. I reached up to gather some of the blood on my pointer finger, then sucked on it. “You’re so beautiful when you bleed.”
He slammed his mouth against mine, and I moaned as his tongue shoved past my lips, the taste of copper flavoring our kiss. Everything about him was dominating, like he wanted to consume me, and I couldn’t get enough.
More. More. More.It was a mantra I couldn’t stop repeating in my head.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, gripping hard, and his were at the button of my jeans, undoing them before wrenching down the zipper. I heard asnapand thought he might have broken the tines, but I didn’t care.
He shoved down my pants and underwear, and my cock jerked free, bouncing up to slap my abs. I whimpered into his mouth as he nipped at my bottom lip.
“Like I said,” he purred quietly. “I’m going to wreck you. No lube. Just my spit and my cock.”
I threw my head back and whimpered. “Please, Master, make it hurt.”
“Fuck.” The sound of his fly opening and the rustling of material had me grinning. When I looked at him again, he was stepping out of his pants. His cock was thick and red at the head, curved up and ready for action, and I’d never felt this much pleasure from another person before. When I got off, I did it because I needed relief. The most erotic thing I’d ever truly done was kill. With Jules, it was about something more. Hell if I fucking understood it, and I didn’t care that he was in charge because Imadehim this way. He was hungry and crazy for me and that was my doing.
He had the control, but I had power.
Spitting in his hand, he grinned wildly at me as he slathered up his fat cock. He studied my face, and I stared back because he’d set the challenge without a word. A war waged inside me, and I fought to make myself breathe while my body wished to shut down everything that made me alive. I knew what was coming, and nervous energy mixed with need that buzzed through me.
