Page 42 of Boys Who Hunt

No, I’d never, ever admit that to myself or to him. Never.

I jerk around in the belt because right now, I wish nothing more than to slap him in the face so hard he’ll see fucking stars for daring to remind me of my own pleasure building up.

Heath snorts. “It’s no use, thief, I know how to tie a knot.”

“Fuck you,” I spit at him.

“Say that again, and I might just fucking do it,” he retorts.

Silas’s knife pushes even deeper into my pubic area, and I tilt my head back to bite my tongue. The way his tongue circles my most sensitive spot and his fingers roll around inside me almost makes it feel like he’s a goddamn expert, and it’s so hard not to react. Every inch of pain he gives me is accompanied by mind-blowing pleasure, and I can’t tell the two apart anymore.

This is what he wants … to wreck me, completely.

And he’s only just begun.

Each letter he carves makes me bite my lip so I don’t let out a sound. But goddamn, is he making it hard on me.

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but then Heath starts to fumble with his zipper right above me.

SLAP!

I yelp and nearly buckle from the sizzle of a flat hand on my pussy.

“Eyes on me, slut,” Silas growls. “Look at me while I lick this pussy like no one else ever fucking has.”

“You deranged motherfucker,” I growl.

He merely laughs. “I like this dynamic we’ve got going on here. But you will lay still and take it like a good girl, won’t you?” He runs his fingers through the wound he just created, and I hiss from the ache. He lifts his fingers to his lips, and his tongue dips out to lick the blood,myblood, off the tips.

Holy shit.

“Because you agreed to be my little plaything,” he says, a wicked grin on his face, “and there’s no coming back from that.”

Another painful gash is applied, and deep down in the dark corners of my mind, I begin to wonder what it is he’s drawing on me. And whether it’s supposed to feel so goddamn good to be hurt.

But it’s no use. I can’t see, and no matter how many times I’d ask, he wouldn’t answer.

“How much more?” I ask.

“You will take every inch of this blade and my fucking tongue before I will ever let you off the hook,” he growls.

He flicks my most sensitive spot with his tongue until my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. “Please,” I mutter as I close my eyes.

“Hear that, Heath?” he murmurs from between my legs. “That sounds like a thief begging for mercy.”

But when I open my eyes, there’s a dick right in front of my face. It’s huge, at least seven, maybe eight inches of thick, veiny hardness with multiple piercings, including a reverse Prince Albert through the tip.

Heath tilts his head, a bemused smile on his face. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

“Better put that filthy mouth to good use,” Silas groans, swiveling his tongue around until I can barely focus.

Heath grips my chin and forces my head back. “Open up, thief. Let me see if you can take my cum as easy as you took my money.”

He pushes down on my lips, and before I know it, he’s pushed the tip all the way across my tongue and into my mouth.

He barely fits in my mouth, not only the length, but the girth too.