“No, I’m not. I’m not used to any kind of woman, because I never got to know a woman like I’ve gotten to know you over the last few months. No woman drives me crazy the way you do, and no woman turns me on like you do. No woman has ever brought me to my knees so fast. I’m not someone who gets scared, Mary, but what Seer said scared the hell out of me.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Everything he said has come true so far.”
“Remember what we said last night,” I say. I want to change the subject. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. If I die saving Knives, then I died for someone that matters. What better way is there to die? “How is Maximo?”
“He’s still strapped to the chair. His brother, Moretti, is there too. Even if Moretti doesn’t remember Maximo and his daughter, he says he remembers how he feels, so they are talking about Natalia.”
“Is it really necessary to keep him down there? He is three fingers less,” I point out. “And it isn’t like he is truly the bad guy. He isn’t my father. I feel like that’s where the attention needs to be.”
“He turned his back on the club. Reaper isn’t sure what to do with him.”
I hand him the tray, and Knives places the empty plate and tray on the dresser. “I know what to do with you,” I say in a low purr, rubbing my hand over the bulge behind his zipper.
“Is that right?” His hands fall to my ass and grip the cheeks. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I whisper, licking up his neck. “But in the best way.”
“You want me again? Is your pussy greedy for my cock, Hellraiser?”
My aching hole flutters with need, wanting nothing more than to be stretched by his cock. I want to feel the piercings rub against that spot inside me. I want to feel him pour inside me again. I rock my bare pussy against his jeans, wetting them with the liquid lust he causes to erupt from me.
“Fuck. This is going to be quick. I need you too fucking much,” he says, dipping his hands between us to free himself. The heavy head slaps against my clit the moment he is free, and the hoops leave a slight sting behind. I toss my head back and moan and rub my slit over his flesh, similar to what he did to me last night.
I don’t know what it is about it but feeling him against me like this turns me on so much that I know if we only did this, I could climax. “Oh, you feel so good, baby.” I quicken my speed, chasing every spark that ignites through my body after his cock rubs over my clit.
“I need more. Fuck this,” he growls, and when I’m about to slide down, he shoves himself inside me, pushing in to the hilt, sending an electric surge all the way up my entire body.
“Look at you,” he admires me by sliding his hands over my breasts and stomach. Every scratch of his hands, every glide of his cock, every breath heating the skin of my neck from his lips, I fall.
I fall into him.
I fall in love with him.
I fall for him.
“I’m going to come, Hellraiser,” he growls, fucking me so hard the bed slides across the floor and the mattress groans. “Come with me.” His fingers twist and pluck my clit, electrifying me, and my arms spread out just as my back bows and my orgasm possesses me.
He groans deep in his throat, a sound of pure pleasure as he feels my release dripping down his shaft. In three more thrusts, he plants himself inside me, emptying his warmth as deep as biology allows him to go.
“Nothing feels better than you. You’ve fucked me up, Mary. You got me all tangled up in your web.”
“I understand your demon dick now,” I gasp, shoving my hair off my sweaty face as I fall onto the bed.
My body shakes as he laughs. “My what?”
“Your demon dick. 666. It possesses me,” I gasp, swallowing to coat my dry throat.
His laugh his louder, shaking my breasts as he lays his head on my chest, his fingers digging into my sides. “Demon dick, huh? I’ve never heard it called that before.”
“I thought you named it that because of the tattoo.”
“I just wanted the tattoo, but now that I think about it, it makes sense, and you’re inflating my ego, so please don’t stop talking.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up,” he says with a smile, then starts tickling my sides. “You.”
“No! No!” I scream, shouting with laughter as he tickles me from my armpits to my hips. His cock is still inside me, and every time I try to get away, he hardens again. “Oh my god, I give. I give.”
“Tell me you love me, and I’ll stop.”
“Wh—” my words are broken as I come down from the tickle high. “What?”
“Tell me you love me, and I’ll stop.” His face gets serious, the fun expression is gone, and the serious mask falls over him. His blue eyes aren’t as inviting. Like if he doesn’t hear the answer he wants, he might kill me instead.
Loving him might kill me anyway.
“I love you,” I say to him, pressing my hand to his cheek.
“Really? You aren’t just saying that because I asked you to say it?”
“Well, yeah,” I pluck a few hairs on his chest when the excitement falls from his face. “Hey, you know I do. I think I have for a long time. Why?”
“I’ve never been loved before, so I wanted to know if you did. I love you too, you know. And if you didn’t, I’d make you love me.”
“You wouldn’t ever have to make me. I simply, just… do.”
A knock comes from the door, ruining the sweet moment we are having. I was ready to jump on that demon dick again and go for another ride after he admitted he loved me.
“Go away!” Knives says, licking his lips as he pulls out of me, only to slide back in, which steals my ability to breathe.
“Knives, Mary, you’re going to want to come out here.”
Knives’ head falls on my stomach and mutters something I can’t understand.
“Slingshot, we will be out in a minute,” I holler.
“Knives, you’re going to want to load up,” Slingshot warns, and that gets Knives’ attention.
He lifts up and pulls out, grumbling in discontent, and if I’m not mistaken, whimpers when he stares at my pussy. “One of these days, we are going to stay in bed all day. I’m going to fuck this mouth—” he rubs his fingers over my lips, “—this pussy,” he slaps between my legs and my legs tremble, “—and this ass.” His finger rims the forbidden hole, teasing me. “I want to own every inch of you.”
“You do, Knives. You do. More than anyone ever has.”
He brings my knuckles to his mouth and gives me a kiss. “Come on, let’s go see what is in store for us and why I need to pack heat.”
“Oh, you’re packing heat.”
He swats my ass as I get up, and my cheeks hurt from grinning so much. He stands up and tucks himself in his jeans, careful as he zips. “Why don’t you go without me? I’ll catch up,” I say, opening a drawer to pull out a simple yet sexy black pair of panties.
“You are not wearing those out there.”
“I wouldn’t just be wearing these,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “I’ll be wearing pants.”