“I’m not going to hurt you, baby.” He coos. “Just the handle.”
I build up my courage as I nod in agreement. Thebravado I put on is legendary because I’m still startled by the idea of a weapon being so close to me. But this is the game. I have to surrender.
“Do you trust me?” Kairo asks, tilting his head.
I do.
I trust all of them with my life. It’s a profound realization I’ve slowly been coming to terms with, but I don’t have anything to fear with them. They’ll take care of me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good,” He rumbles before sliding the handle through the wetness coating my pussy. “Deep breath for me.”
I suck in, my eyes widening as he pumps the handle of the knife into my used core. It slips in easily and feels…different. It isn’t uncomfortable, but I can recognize that this isn’t meant to be there, of all places.
Kairo brackets an arm across the backs of my knees, shoving my thighs into my stomach as he watches himself fuck me with the knife. My eyes stay trained on his mask, and my apprehension begins to melt away until I’m panting with desire.
“Do you want more, Thorn?” He croons. “The faster I go, the more the blade will cut into my palm.”
“Oh…” I bite my lower lip, my refusal sitting heavy on my tongue until he stops me.
“I want that, baby.” He growls. “I want to smear my fucking blood all over you.”
My lower stomach twinges as my core pulses. I don’t know why that vile act turns me on so much, but it does.
Kairo spits onto my soaked folds, letting his saliva drip down until it reaches the knife. “More? Yes or no, Thorn.”
“Yes!” I whimper.
He picks up speed, the slick sounds filling our secluded part of the forest as my hands claw at the dirt beneath me for purchase. Kairo spreads my legs wider until he’s fucking me with abandon. His teeth grit against the pain of the blade, but he never stops. Not even when my orgasm takes my breath,and one of my hands flies to his wrist on impulse.
He switches his grip to grab my face with his bloodied, shredded hand. Hot, thick essence oozes onto my cheeks as a desperate sound leaves me. He removes the knife’s handle from me, tossing it to the side before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling himself free. He plunges into me, stretching my cunt as he smears his blood across my chin.
“You.” Thrust. “Belong.” Thrust. “To us.” Thrust.
He punctuates every brutal slap of his hips with fiery words of possession. My mouth falls open on a scream, and he shoves two soaked fingers past my lips, growling in primal delight.
“Fucking taste me, Thorn. I’ll only bleed for you, beautiful. Forever.”
My tongue lavishes his digits as I close my mouth around him and suck. Copper explodes over my senses, but it’s drowned out by the wild need gripping me tightly in an iron fist. I want to be connected to him in every way, our souls bound and chained how they were intended.
“You’re so perfect,” He rasps in awe. “Just look at you. Do I still make you sick, pretty girl?”
He removes his fingers, and I catch my breath. “No.” One of my hands reaches for him, fisting in his shirt as I pull him closer. “You infected me. I want it all, Kairo.”
He snaps. His hands shove me into the dirt as he ruts into me wildly. My climax explodes, causing me to bear down on him as my teeth grit and I ride out the pleasure.
He pulls out at the last second, stroking himself as he paints his release over my pussy in an erotic display of ownership. He sucks in a ragged breath, a startled chuckle tumbling past his lips as he observes his mess.
He slaps my ass before letting my legs fall back into place. He rises over me, offering a hand to help me up as footsteps near us. His head whips around to the left of the thicket. “Better hurry, Thorn. Roman is coming, and he’s starving for his turn.”
I slap my hand in his as my heart revs, and I bolt back into the forest without a glance back. Kairo’s hearty, taunting laughter echoes through the trees as I pant. My arms pump quickly as my feet carry me deeper into the woods.
I keep the privacy fence in my peripheral vision, holding onto it as if it’s a lifeline. It’s my only connection to civilization and a stark reminder that this is our playing field. If I cross over, it all ends.
And I don’t want to lose.
I only stop to take a break when I’m sure I can’t hear anyone else around me. I place my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. My whole body is aching, but there’s something much deeper there—a thrumming beneath my skin that’s thrilling. It’s what has me listening to the sounds of the forest, hoping to pinpoint anything that stands out.
