I press the knife on her skin, right where she asked. “Now beg.”
There’s a pause, a delicious beat of silence, then her eyes spark and her lips part like a sin being spoken into existence.
“Cut me, Dante. Make me bleed for you… like you bled for me.”
Fuck me.
I press the blade in, slow, just enough to break the skin. A bead of blood wells up, and she shivers. I drag it down in a clean, controlled line, just beneath her nipple. The blood runs down her chest, across her ribs, sliding over her stomach.
I lean down and lick it up, slowly, my cock twitching inside her like it’s about to explode. She moans, writhing beneath me, her thighs tightening around my hips like she’s trying to keep me there forever.
Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my fingers, fast, dirty, perfect rhythm. My thrusts speed up, matching the tempo of her cries, the wet heat of her wrapped so tight around me I can barely breathe.
Her whole body tightens. Her nails dig into my back. Then sheshatters.
Her orgasm rips through her like a fucking wave. Spine bowing, legs shaking, moaning my name over and over. Her walls pulse around me, gripping me so tight I can’t hold back.
“Fuck, Aspen,” I groan, hoarsely, as my release crashes over me. I bury myself deep and come hard inside her, every twitch, every pulse wrung out by her heat, her sounds, her fucking soul wrapped around mine.
We’re a mess of sweat, blood, and pleasure.
But fuck, she’s perfect.
Knox
“Oh my God!”
Her scream slices through the house, and I grip my cock tighter, stroking it once more, jaw clenched, breath catching. My muscles coil, and I shut my eyes, seeing her, head thrown back, lips parted, body wrapped around me, taking every inch.
Fuck.
Cum spills over my hand, and I grunt, head falling against the back of the couch. My chest rises like I just fought someone. I reach for the cloth on the table, clean myself off, and toss it in the trash withoutlooking.
As soon as Dante walked in earlier, I knew it. Knew we’d hear her. Those soft, broken little moans. My cock was hard before she even started.
I should’ve punished her, tied her up to the bed like I said, but Dante needed her. He was desperate to have her. I drag a hand down my face, trying to settle the buzz crawling under my skin. I haven’t really slept in days—three, maybe four. Doesn’t matter. My head feels like it’s caught in a vice.
We’re all here. We’re alive. That’s more than we could’ve hoped for, but it’s not enough. I want our home back.
We built that place. Took us two fucking years, before the world ended, before everything went to hell. Solar-powered. Reinforced. Hidden. Safe.
And now Roman’s got it. That smug fuck. And Bryn, that bitch is playing a longer game than any of us saw coming.
There is no way in hell I’m letting Roman keep it, let alone with Bryn, that fucking bitch. Was this her plan when Aspen got caught in the trap? To see where we were living, and maybe if we were at some cave, she would’ve left with Aspen when she tried to escape.
Aspen…
The first time she tried to run away? I understood. It was survival. I’d have done the same.
But this time?
She looked me dead in the fucking eye and lied.
My chest rises too fast, breaths coming harder. The fury claws up the back of my throat, and I shove off the couch, pacing.
Sleep isn’t happening. Staying here’s pointless.
My clothes are in Max and Ryker’s room, and I’m not interrupting whatever the hell they’re doing.
