Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I lean in to take a whiff of my prey, the delectable scent of pussy making me hungry, greedy … animalistic.
“This pussy is begging to be punished …” I murmur, fanning hot air across until she begins to squirm. “And I know just how.”
I firmly grab the knife and hold it over her skin while I lower myself and take the first lick. I can taste the fear, and what an aphrodisiac, fuck.
I push the knife into her skin and watch the blood droplet roll down into her slit.
“Fuck!” she hisses.
I lap it up and spread it all over her clit, which thumps under my tongue.
“I’m going to make you wish you never laid eyes on my prized possessions,” I say, licking her until she begins to squirm while firmly clutching the knife as it slowly pierces her skin. “By marking you as my prize.”
Ivy
Marking … me?
I can’t even process what it means before Silas digs the sharp end of the knife into my skin beneath my belly button, making me hiss.
“Yes, that’s it … make those sounds,” he groans.
He licks my clit at the same time, causing excitement and fear to ripple through my body simultaneously. Warm blood trickles down my skin, and each of my blood droplets is caught by his eager tongue.
This is insane. He’s crazy. Completely, out of his mind demented.
He’s going to mark me as his?
The knife drags down my skin, the pain so sharp I let out a whimper, and Silas literally moans into my slit.
“Fuck yes, that’s it.” He laps me up like there’s no tomorrow, causing equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and with every passing second, I become more and more confused.
“Scream for me, little slut. Let me hear you scream.”
I refuse. I can take a cut. He won’t get his fix, not from me.
“Go on, make a sound,” he whispers into my mound as he looks up at me from underneath thick eyelashes, rolling his tongue around to catch all the droplets. “I know you want to.”
“Fuck you,” I spit instead, watching his eyes twitch. “What the hell are you drawing?”
I may have lost my body, but I still have my defiance, and I’ll be damned if I let go of that.
But Silas merely laughs. “You’ll see when I’m done with you.”
His tongue rolls around my slit again, and it feels so good I temporarily lose focus on the fact that he’s piercing my skin.
“God, I’m so going to fucking enjoy seeing you punish her,” Heath groans, leaning over to lavish my nipples with more kisses and licks.
It’s incredibly hard to focus, but Silas reminds me of his torment by coaxing out more blood. He enjoys seeing me ache because, with every stroke, he gazes up to see the look on my face, all while licking me like his life depends on it. And I’m lost in a confusing clash of soreness and bliss because of that damn tongue of his.
Suddenly, two fingers enter me, and I gasp.
“I can feel your wetness, little slut,” he groans. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
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, my blood, off the tips.