Page 77 of Prince of Pain
“Skeet gave me a knife, you know?” he chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. “Told me if I’m going to cut up girls, that it needs to be done properly." He reached into his drawer to pull it out, handing it to me. “It’s a nice knife, and I’ve been tempted to try it, but what if I take it too far?”
“Play with it tonight while we’re sober,” I suggested, the idea sending flutters to my pussy.
“I don’t like hurting you.”
“Yes, you do. That’s your problem,” I answered, admiring the knife. “At least if you’re sober, you’ll think clearly.”
“Don’t rely on that tactic. Last time I was sober and look what happened,” he muttered, eyeing me. “There’s just something about knowing I can make you come while hurting you that gets me off. I can’t explain it.”
“You don’t have to explain it. I like to hurt, and you like to cause pain. I think we’re a good match in the bedroom,” I smiled, offering him the knife. “Cut me.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. Cut me,” I encouraged, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head, removing my bra next. His eyes didn’t leave me as I laid back to wriggle out of my leggings and panties, parting my legs a little to give him a peek. “You need a release? Take what you need from me.”
He toyed with the knife in his hands for a moment before tugging his clothes off too, a shiver rolling through me as he crawled closer and nudged my legs apart more. I opened them without argument, my breath hitching as he dropped the handle of the knife to my pussy and teased my clit with it.
“Hold still,” he warned, and I went deathly still as he moved the knife up further and pressed the blade against my mound, making me whimper as he finally gave me what I’d asked for.
I cried out as he cut into my skin, making his way from one side of my mound to the other, the burn igniting something inside me and making me crave more.
Apparently, it did something to him too, because he suddenly tossed the knife aside and rubbed his dick against the dampness that I assumed was blood, his eyes focused on whatever mess he was creating.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head,” he muttered before pushing inside me without bothering to warm me up, making me gasp.
I didn’t really need it thanks to Wolfe and Channing, so it wasn’t exactly painful.
His hand slipped between us to rub my clit, not easing up on it until he’d gotten me off, and my eyes fixated on his hand when he removed it.
It was covered in blood.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, not giving a fuck about the mess as he grabbed my thigh to lift my ass higher to fuck me deeper, my hands fisting the blanket. “You want me to pay for your nails? Then show me why I should.”
I didn’t understand for a moment, but then I reached around him to dig them into his back, making him hiss. His dick jerked inside me, so I dug them in even more, making him growl out a curse.
He went feral, fucking me until I screamed the damn house down, and it wasn’t until we were done and he ushered me into the bathroom to shower, that I got to see the cuts he’d given me.
His name was carved across my skin, and all I could think about was how he finally wanted the world to know I was his.
I couldn’t stop smiling, even if I wanted to.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryder
Ihad no idea what had come over me.
Why the fuck had I put my goddamn name on her?
I asked myself that question a million times between pulling my dick out of her and ending up at the track.
The weirdest part of all was that my dick woke up every time I thought about it.
I parked in my usual spot beside Riley’s Corvette, the absence of Maddox and Beckett obvious as people seemed to notice them missing. Word would get around by the end of the night about what happened, not that any of us really gave a shit.
Being arrested came with the territory.
Jett arrived a second later, giving me a weird look when he noticed Tempest climbing out of my passenger seat.