Page 62 of Boys Who Hunt
“Onthe fucking knife.”
“What?” I gasp.
With his hands on my shoulders, he guides me over the hilt. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. I know you can.” He eyes my hearing aids. “Now sit. Down.”
He slowly forces my body to lower until the hilt enters me, and I hold my breath.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. That I’m letting him do this to me. That I’m so goddamn wet just from his touch.
Fuck.
“That’s it. Take it all the way.”
It’s cold and hard inside me, yet I’m as wet as can be as I sink deeper.
“I told you I’ll make you love that scar,” he says, moving his hand up to my chin so he can make me look at him. “And you will fucking worship the knife that gave it to you.”
He zips down and pulls out his hard-on right in front of me. I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was … but I was dead wrong.
It’s much longer than Heath’s and riddled with piercings from top to bottom.
“Now open those dirty lips, little thief, and I’ll teach you how to love this Jacob’s ladder right down into fucking hell, too.”
CHAPTER 16
Silas
I bringher lips closer and ram inside, not waiting one second before I sink in deep. I love the look on her face, the absolute hatred seething from her dark, soulful eyes as I bury myself inside her wet throat and claim it as mine too.
“Hate me. Despise me. I don’t fucking care as long as you’re on your knees for me.” I pull back out for a moment. “Now … are you going to tell mewhyyou fucking stole from me?”
She shakes her head.
Of course she wouldn’t tell me. “Guess I’ll have to fuck the words out of your mouth instead.”
I plunge right back in again, leaving no second left wasted.
There is nothing quite like a good punishment session, but definitely nothing like the submission of a girl who would kill me with that same fucking knife.
I know she can feel my obsession with her entering her very fucking bones.
“Are you making that knife nice and wet, slut?” I groan, pushing her down on top of it while I’m still inside of her mouth. She gargles as I pull back and let her breathe for a second.
“Go ahead. Take a breath. I won’t allow a second one before you’ve come.”
“What?!” I dive back in before she can say another word.
“I’m tired of words, twig. That tongue licks better than it talks; now use it,” I growl, deepening my stroke.
“I know you can feel each and every piercing scraping the back of your throat. Do they remind you of your place, little thief?” I grin when she scowls. “That’s it … choke on my cock, slut.” I lick my lips as she struggles with my size. “Bite me, and I’ll make you drink the fucking blood from my cock.”
She struggles to take me, but I still thrust deeper, reaching down between her legs until I feel her wetness. She clenches, but I swat open her legs and flick her clit until her whole body begins to quake.
“That’s it, spread that wetness all over that knife,” I growl, enjoying the feel of her tight little throat and that tongue as it sucks on my length. I grip her chin and push her off my shaft. She sucks in the oxygen like an addict on drugs. “Say thanks.”
“Fuck you.”
I push her head back down all the way to the base. “I warned you, you’d regret it. Now choke on my goddamn cock like the good little slut you want to be.”