“Look at me,” he demanded.
I tilted my head forward, meeting his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me want to unravel. He slowed his movements, letting me ride his fingers, the feel of my release creeping up slowly.
“Ride my fingers like the good girl you are,” he said with a smirk.
I quickened my pace, letting his words carry me toward the edge, when suddenly, he pulled his fingers free. I whimpered at the emptiness, the loss of his fingers feeling like a form of punishment.
He reached behind him, pulling something from the back of his pants, and my eyes widened at the sight of it. It was a knife—one like you saw in all the horror movies—the hilt of it decorated in black and red marble. The tip of it was slightly curved with dried blood crusted along the edges. He brought it up to my face, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room, and something dark swirled in his eyes.
“This is the knife I slit Daniel’s throat with,” he said, the darkness in his eyes seeming to grow.
He lowered it to my pants, slicing them to create an opening. A chill ran down my spine as he pressed the hilt against my entrance, the cold steel sending goosebumps along my skin. Gently, he slid it inside me, and my body shivered at the foreign sensation. Our eyes were locked as I began to ride the knife, my fingernails digging into his chest.
My breathing became erratic as I quickened my pace, nothing but the sound of my moans filling the small room. His grip on my throat tightened even more, the air in my lungs fighting to get free. Darkness filled the edges of my vision, and everything in me wanted to fight to get away. When I was about to pass out, he loosened his grip, and air slowly made its way back into my lungs.
Without warning, my walls clenched around the knife, and I let out a shrill cry as I came. My body shuddered, heat filling every part of me as my climax came crashing down. Tears slid down my cheeks as I gave in to the sensation, continuing to ride the knife as I waited for the high to end.
When I was spent, my body jerking with aftershocks, Niko pulled the knife from inside me, licking away my arousal. His hand was covered in blood, not an inch of it clean, with a large gash across his palm. Before I could react, he slid three fingers inside me, pumping into me so fast, my head started to spin. I met each thrust with a roll of my hips, feeling the warmth of his blood sliding down my inner thighs, some dark thrill pulsing through me.
Just when I was about to come again, he pulled his fingers free and pushed me to the floor. He reached down and pulled his cock free, stroking it with his bloody hand. A smirk slipped across his lips, and he pressed into me slowly, inch by fucking inch.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.
Niko chuckled, removing his hand from around my throat and to grip my hip instead. He rested his arm next to my head, leaning down to meet my mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue slid between my lips, and I moaned into him. He pulled away, looking into my eyes with such heat that I felt like I might turn to ash under his gaze.
“You asked me what I want,” he panted, “but I’ve already told you.”
My brows furrowed in confusion as he pulled himself free.
“You,” he whispered before slamming back into me.
My back arched as he fucked into me with unforgiving thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him in closer, needing to feel his body against mine. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, and my walls began to clench and spasm around his cock.
“Oh, god, Niko,” I breathed as I came.
I met each of his thrusts with my hips, searching, begging,pleading.
“You take my cock like such a good girl,” he purred against my cheek.
The earthy scent of him filled my nose, and I dug my nails deep into his skin.
“Fuck,” he panted.
He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. I writhed against him, a small whimper slipping from my lips, as he flicked it with his tongue. A tingling sensation rolled through me as I started to come.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Fuck, please don’t stop.”
His thrusts grew more violent and needy, and a deep grumble vibrated through his chest. His body trembled as he came inside me, and the warmth of him filling me sent a new wave of arousal straight to my core.
Minutes passed before he slipped his cock free, the floor beneath us soaked in blood and cum. I reached up and slipped his hair behind his ear, feeling a knot form in my chest.
My entire adult life, I’d searched for someone who could love me, despite the many flaws I had. Someone who could understand the damage I had, who could love me through it.
No.
I wanted someone who could love me despite the damage I had.
Who knew I’d end up falling for the man who was holding me captive?
