Page 51 of Branches of Betrayal
Hadina growled, running her own knife down Peyton’s side. “It’s always the time when it comes to you,tentadora. Seeing the way you slice these bastards up, ending them for hurting the innocent—how could I not want to fuck your brains out?”
Peyton moaned as Hadina pressed her thigh against her core, moving to create a burning friction to set her alight. Hadina wasn’t sure which one of them moved first, but suddenly their lips crashed against each other, Peyton prying Hadina’s lips apart with her tongue.
As Hadina slipped her hand beneath the skirt of Peyton’s dress, her fingers skimming her already dripping pussy through her panties, she couldn't help but grin. Bringing her mouth to Peyton’s ear, she bit down lightly on her lobe. “Not so concerned with getting caught now, are you, baby?”
Groaning as Hadina rubbed her clit through the material, Peyton shook her head. “Let them listen. I want all of them to hear how good you fuck me.”
That was all Hadina needed to be spurred on in her assault of Peyton’s pussy. Pulling the thin material to the side, Hadina thrust a finger inside of her, curling as she pumped. Peyton lifted her right leg and wrapped it around Hadina’s waist, allowing her a better angle. Her fingers dug into Hadina’s shoulders, gripping on for dear life as she added a second and then a third finger.
It took mere minutes before Peyton was crying out, her juices flooding Hadina’s hand. She continued to work Peyton throughher orgasm, waiting until she had stopped pulsing before bringing her fingers out and sucking on them.
“You taste so damn good,” Hadina moaned, bringing her fingers to Peyton’s mouth for her to taste too. She smeared her juices across her lips, suppressing her own urge to groan as Peyton’s tongue darted out to lick her lips.
“Look at you, my littletentadora, covered in the blood of our victims, with your honey running down your leg.”
Peyton hummed, unwrapping her leg from Hadina’s waist and pressing a kiss to her lips. Her hand wrapped around Hadina’s wrist, bringing her hand up between them. Her eyes glinted with mischief and a promise of fun. “Now, are you ever planning on using this knife or do I have to do it myself?”
Hadina chuckled, licking her lips in anticipation. She used her free hand to grip Peyton by the throat, tilting her chin up to expose her throat. She peppered kisses lightly across the tender skin, before biting down to elicit a whimper from her girl.
“You should know by now that you don’t need to do anything by yourself, least of all that.”
Peyton was pliant in her hands, though Hadina could feel the way her pulse raced when she tightened her grip. Hadina eyed her dress, noting the way it dipped across her chest, exposing her collarbones and shoulders to the world. It clung to Peyton’s curves in all the right places, accentuating her breasts and hips. It drove Hadina fucking wild.
She brought the steel blade up to Peyton’s chest, holding the sharp edge against the dip of her collarbone. Adding slight pressure, Hadina made sure Peyton could feel the coolness of the metal against her skin but prevented herself from breaking the skin.
“Please, Hadi,” Peyton groaned, “stop teasing.”
“I’m the tease?” Hadina questioned, a smug grin on her face. She looked down between them, feeling Peyton’s chest heaveagainst her. She could see the swell of her breasts and the slight hint of cleavage, threatening to send Hadina into overdrive. “You’ve been teasing me all fucking night in this damn dress.”
Peyton couldn’t help but grin wickedly. “I know you love this dress.”
“I love it for my eyes. But all these bastards seeing you look so sinfully hot before you slit their throats? It was almost too much for me to handle.”
“Then maybe you should teach me a lesson so I don’t do it again,mi amor.”
Hadina pursed her lips and locked eyes with Peyton as she dug the blade into her skin, pulling it down as she felt blood bloom around the edges. Peyton closed her eyes and pressed her head back against the wall, sighing contently as Hadina marked her skin.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about cutting you here and running my tongue across that dip,” Hadina said, moving her dagger to the other hand so she could run her finger through the blood. “Of tasting your blood and theirs together, relishing in the fact that you were responsible for their deaths.”
“So, taste me,” Peyton whispered, opening her eyes to look at Hadi. There was nothing but love and desire there, begging for pleasure. Hadina had helped free Peyton from the angelic duties she felt had cursed her, and both of them relished in it. This thing between them—be it love, lust or some crazy brand of obsession—was twisted and dark, but it was theirs.
Leaning forward, Hadina dipped her head to Peyton’s chest, running her tongue along the wound. She growled and lapped up the blood trickling from the cut, swirling her tongue to mix the taste of hertentadoraand those she had so beautifully ended. It sent Hadina into overdrive, her pussy weeping between her thighs.
“Fucking divine.”
Peyton hummed and ran her fingers through Hadina’s raven hair, tugging slightly in a way she knew made Hadina crazy. Hadi moved in again, making another cut diagonally across the wound to form an X. “So that everyone knows you’re taken,” she said before closing her lips around the wound and using her tongue to show Peyton just who she belonged to.
While she kissed, licked and bit on the over-sensitive area of Peyton’s collarbone, she moved her fingers between her thighs and immediately slipped them inside Peyton, knowing she was ready for her again. They became a collection of moans and groans, each of them getting off by the pleasure of their counterpart. While Hadina wanted nothing more than for Peyton to make her scream too, she didn’t need for that to happen for her to feel satisfied. If Peyton was happy and fucked into oblivion, Hadina had found that she was also rather fulfilled.
With one final pump of her fingers, coupled with her teeth grazing the wounds on her chest, Hadina had Peyton crying out, screaming her name as she collapsed against her.
As Hadina removed her fingers and helped Peyton regain her balance, she found herself smirking. “Well,tentadora, I think they certainly heard how hard I made you come, don’t you think?”
