I suppressed the surprise begging to cross my face.
“He said if he caught me again, he’d kill me,” she explained softly. “I need the money, I’m not ready for the game to end.”
Her voice pitched up as her brows drew together before a look of resignation sprouted on her features.
“A-areyougoing to kill me?” Her eyes pinned on mine, resting somewhere between hopeful and terrified out of her mind.
“Noneof us kill until we’ve had our fun.”
She stiffened, but she didn’t pull away. My hand dragged higher, knuckles grazing the plush underside of her belly. I gave it a tentative squeeze, mostly to see how she reacted. I’d readonline some women like her were uncomfortable in their bodies, that smaller men refused to savor every inch of them. I was not a small man.
My fingers danced to her needy center. From just the barest whisper of contact, my Little Light was already throbbing in anticipation. My thumb grazed her clit, and she jolted.
A half smile pulled at my lips.
“It’s impolite to come to a man’s altar when dripping with another’s sin. You know that, right?”
“I–” She leaned forward, fingers curling around my wrist. It was probably hard for her to speak, considering I’d started lubricating my fingers in her essence. Still, the stubborn thing continued. “I–I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, Little Light.” Honestly, it was more Ronan’s misdeed than hers. After all,hewas the one who chased her into my domain. “But, for you to be here, I need to cleanse you, andnothat will not result in your immediate demise.”
I slipped another finger into her and her head tipped back with enough force to thud against the wood.
“My God you’re tight. Tell me, Little Light, how many times have you came tonight?” I dropped to my knees, not really caring if she answered.
“Once.”
The wood creaked under my knees as I settled in front of her, pulling her legs apart and digging my fingers into the supple skin. I hoped my grasp left finger-shaped bruises, ones that would stain her corpse and serve as a permanent reminder thanshewasmine, if only for a brief time.
I drug my tongue along the mess one of my friends had so carelessly left on her before pressing my tongue to her core. Instantly she jerked, fingers flying to my hair, and I made it a silent mission to devour her whole.
I lapped at her as if I were a mandrowningin sin and she was my only shot at salvation, and myGodwas I going to earn it. Her gasps echoed off the walls of the church. The sound only ignited a fire within my soul.
I buried my face further into her, determined to drown in her if that’s what was required to make her reach nirvana. The slight salt of Ronan’s cum lingered in her cunt, but that only fueled me with the determination to get rid of him. I wasn’t just feasting on all she offered; I was replacing everything left by Ronan with the memory of me.
Her hips rose, pressing herself into me, like she was desperate to feel what came next. Like she was eager to see what it felt like to be broken by me, but I wasn’t giving it to her yet. I tightened my grip on her thighs and slammed her back down. The plush flesh bulged between my fingers and I growled into her cunt like I was nothing more than a dog and she had the audacity to take my treat.
“Stay still,”I ordered against her. “I will decide when you finish.”
She whimpered, and that was a sound deserving of a reward. I wanted to drag this out, to see if I could keep her pent up until the morning light and only take her once she’d survived. Once she’d proven she could be a fitting bride for foursavagessuch as ourselves–not like I’d let the others even try to kill her, but that wasn’t in the rules.
If she won, she got ten million dollars and a life of luxury until one of us would end her, a punishment for the unjust greed. But, she’d also be offered to stay, to become our mate, to live with us and become part of our lives. And, I’d grown rather tired of the cycle of chase and kill, and I wasn’t the only one.
But, the others lacked the common sense to realize we had to present our potential brides with a lifeworthchoosing. We couldn’t just terrorize them with orgasms and blades, we neededto prove ourdevotion, that a life with us would bemorethan abject horror and having to sleep with a knife under their pillows just in case.
And, edging her wouldn’t prove that. I needed to reward her for the horrors she’d seen and prove we were more than sharp edges.
Her thighs squeezed around my head, and I prepared for the most wonderful of deaths. Her entire body seized as an orgasm ripped through her, and I didn’t slow my teasing. I kept licking in just the right spots, picking up the pace until her moans turned into something broken.
She held onto my hair as if it were the only thing anchoring her to this world and I groaned, welcoming the pain.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh myGod.” She panted, body still tense, completely unprepared for the second orgasm I’d forced on her.
I wanted her to leave this chapel covered in sweat and craving the feeling of my tongue. Ineededher to feel like she couldn’t live another day without myspecific brandofworship.
When I finally pulled away, she was panting, twitching, and so beautifully red that it put a sunset to shame. Her big brown eyes were half lidded, still dazed with the ecstasy only rough sex could provide.
I drug the back of my hand across my mouth before licking up what remained of her arousal. She was too sweet to let it go to waste. Once I was done, I pulled her down onto the filthy floor with me, determined to force her to savor herself on my lips.
