She wasn’t ready for words yet, not with the overwhelming rush of sensation still crashing through her.
Cool fingers stroked across her right thigh and she moaned low — even without looking, she knew the ropes had left deep, angry grooves in her skin. His touch traced every indentation, spreading the soothing gel like he was mapping the damage he’d engraved. The chill of the balm feltlike mercy everywhere it touched — except her hip. He deliberately avoided the screaming joint, letting the burn throb and blaze unchecked, a constantthrobbingreminder that he still owned her pain.
Eventually those strong, knowing fingers worked their way back to her pussy and drove in, curling hard against her front wall while his thumb settled over her clit, pressing and circling ruthlessly. She heard herself moaning; the needy, desperate sounds spilling out of her.
Then he was suddenly over her and between her legs again, cock thick and hard, driving into her cunt in a single, violent thrust.
She yelped, then screamed long and shrill — because the new angle lit her hip on fire all over again, tendons and ligaments shrieking as he lifted her legs, stretched them wide, and filled her completely.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Was that you screaming, or the attachments in your hip?”
The bastard didn’t wait for an answer. He fucked her at full strength, hips rapidly snapping, using her body with a single-minded hunger while she lay helpless beneath him. Every thrust dragged fresh fire through her hip and sent it ricocheting straight to her clit. Pain and pleasure twisted together again, tighter this time, until she once again couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. She floated in the infinite, endless space between them, his hands holding her legs up and out while his cock pounded her with zero mercy.
When she climbed and clawed her way toward another orgasm, he pressed her legs higher and wider, finding the perfect cruel angle to pull and stress the tendons all around her hips. Pain exploded behind her eyes, more intense than the sun, and her body didn’t know whether to fight or surrender, so it did both.
Her cunt clenched hard around him even as her hips tried to twist away, and a broken sob tore from her throat. She was shaking, sweating, floating in that perfect, terrible place where everything both hurtandfelt impossibly good, and she had no choice but to take it. No choice but to let him keep her right there, balanced on the razor’s edge while he used her exactly the way he wanted.
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Knife experimented around until he found the sweet spot where the pain shot through her without killing her arousal. He fucked her hard, and as fast as he deemed humanly possible, soaking in her pain while relishing her tight cunt wrapped around his dick, her pain seasoning the whole damned thing like a smoky habanero pepper glaze.
Finally, when he sensed she was near exhaustion, he told her to come and she shattered, her super-sensitive clit pulsing under his thumb, cunt gripping him like a vise.
The orgasm gave her a second wind, so he fucked her harder and faster, taking her to new levels before ordering her to come again — and she did, the pain and pleasure fusing until she was a bundle of sensations without thought. She was only need.
But he wasn’t finished with her yet, and her next orgasm finally broke her — hips bucking despite the pain, her chest heaving with great, broken sobs while tears soaked the blindfold.
He followed her into bliss this time, burying deep, coming inside her with her name on his breath.
And then he just held her, legs and arms tangled together, both breathing hard.
His hand still rested on her hip, lighter now, soothing the lingering burn. She turned her face into his neck, and breathed through her sobs.
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Tuesday’s body had obeyed him.Every time.And her wolf wasn’t bitching. Something in his scent was different. Wolf, for sure, but her inner animal recognized something she didn’t.
But she’d figure that out later because her entire body hurt. She was floating on bliss for the moment, but she’d need tochangesoon because he’d done a number on her hip.
Somewhere through the haze, she knew this was dangerous. Not just the ropes. Not the way he saw her pain and wanted more of it.
But the way she wanted to keep giving it to him.
That was tomorrow’s problem, though. Tonight, she let herself drift to sleep, safe in the ruin he’d twisted her into.
Chapter 6
Knife woke before dawn with Tuesday curled against his chest, her breathing slow and even, the faint scent of last night’s intense scene still clinging to her skin.
His hand rested on the curve of her hip — the same hip he’d nearly destroyed the night before, and the inflammation throbbed under her skin like a live wire.
It’d likely healed a little while she slept, but the heat under the skin told him it would be stiff, swollen, and still devastatingly damaged.
He rolled her gently onto her back, careful not to wake her fully. She stirred, a soft sound escaping her throat, but her eyes stayed closed.Good. He wanted that hazy half-asleep state for the first few strokes.
He slid between her thighs, hooked her left knee over his forearm while leaving the right one alone for the moment, and positioned his cockhead at her slit. He smiled whenher body instinctively softened, like her wolf recognized who was touching her.
A single thrust, and he was inside her heat, her cunt gripping himhardas her eyes flew open with a gasp.
