Page 58 of Bend Her


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“I do,” I said in a low voice. “I own you, Av, not just here,” I said, removing the cloth and pointing at my initials—RBT. “But everywhere.”

I cleaned the cuts once more before taping gauze over her ribs.

“My turn,” I said, reaching for the alcohol.

“No,” she said quickly, grabbing it from me. “Let me do it.”

I nodded and watched as she followed all the steps I had, cleaning the small bare spot under my ribs, just above my self-inflicted scars, then cleaning the knife. She stared at it for a moment, like she was hyping herself up.

“Better hurry before I do it myself,” I joked, knowing she needed a push, a challenge.

She narrowed her eyes playfully and took a deep breath before positioning the blade against my skin. Her hands were shaking, and at the moment, I didn’t give a shit if I ended up with crooked ass lines, just as long as this woman branded me as hers before I gave in to the need to fuck her again.

The first cut was therapeutic, sending my head spinning with an overwhelmingly euphoric feeling. It didn’t hurt. It was heavenly.

“Is that okay?” she asked as she finished the 'A’.

“Perfect,” I said without looking down. I was too busy watching her eyebrows knit together as she focused.

“You didn’t even look,” she complained.

“I don’t need to, baby. You did it. It’s perfect.”

She smiled, a tenderness softening her eyes. “Can I keep going?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

She went back to work, carving the rest of her initials into my skin as my cock hardened with each burning slice, knowing my addiction only grew more dangerous with each letter.

She thought I was the one who ruined her.

But it was really the other way around.

By the time I finished, there was a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. It was deeper than lust, wider than hunger. It was raw. His eyes were dark and stormy depths that held the weight of words left unsaid.

His gaze didn’t waver. It consumed me, pleading and promising everything I could ever want.

He reached out, and I dove into him instantly. I was shaking from all the emotions, thankful for the way he wrapped himself around me like he could hold me together, like carving each other up had changed everything.

I laid my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, feeling the ache in my ribs andlikingit. Because even though the pain would eventually fade, his mark never would.

“I need to clean it,” I told him, trying to wrench myself from his hold.

“No,” he groaned, holding me so tight, my lungs screamed. “Not yet. I’m not ready to let you go.”

I let him hold me for a while longer, savoring the moment, knowing this was just the beginning of our tragic end, wondering what could possibly come next but hoping for a little more time to spend in our delusional dream life.

He eventually let me go, and I cleaned the blood away before applying gauze to his wound, just as he had for me. Once I put everything back on the table, I laid back down with him, allowing myself to fall into his warmth and lose myself in him.

Before long, my body was burning with heat and desire. His bare skin against mine was driving me crazy. I had my leg thrown over his, so I pushed that leg over, moving to straddle him, finding his cock already hard as I moved my hips to grind on him.

He cursed, his hands digging into my thighs. He pinned me with eyes that spoke of a depraved need. “Ride my cock, Avery. Stop teasing me and do what we both know you were made for. I want to feel your tight little cunt squeeze me and hear you say my name as you come all over me.”

His dirty words made my pussy clench around nothing, and I lifted my hips so he could position his cock at my entrance. He groaned as I sank down, closing his eyes, his body tightening as my ass landed on him.

I was so fucking full. Rowen felt even bigger like this, and my pussy was stretched to its limit. It felt so good. His hands gripped my hips, and he helped me find my pace as I started riding him.

It made me feel so powerful, being on top, seeing the bandage on his ribs, knowing what was under there. I looked at the tattoos he’d gotten for me, aroused that this man belonged to me and wanting everyone to know it.