A strangled “fuuuuck” is all the warning I get before he finds his release. White hot cum coats my pussy, adding to the mess I already am. It really shouldn’t be turning me on when I’m as limp as a damn rag doll…but here I am, biting my lip and acknowledging that I definitely am ten shades of fucked up.
He pulls out the blade, and I whimper at the loss, my pussy now hollow. He lifts the bottom of his balaclava, affording me the perfect view as he holds the butterfly knife sideways and swipes the handle across his tongue.
This man is going to kill me, mind, body, and pussy.
Once it’s licked clean, I get the gift of seeing a satisfactory smirk cross his lips before he pulls the mask back down and returns the blade to his pocket. I am desperate, greedy, for any morsal he gives me.
He rakes his gaze over my body as he tucks his dick back in his briefs and zips up his cargo pants. “Your pussy looks like a fucking masterpiece.”
“Yeah?” My voice is dreamy, the post-orgasm haze still flowing through my consciousness.
“Yeah, which is why you better not clean it up.” He scoops one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders, swiftly lifting me off the ground before standing up. “I want you to walk around with my blood and cum coating your thighs so you remember that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
His steps falter slightly, and when he looks down at me it’s not with the heated, twisted gaze he’s been giving me allnight. There’s a spark of vulnerable shock followed by a swirl of softness, as though he never really believed I’d say those words. And it’s something about that look, that little window into his soul, that pricks the back of my mind, poking me like there’s something I’m supposed to see under the surface but can’t quite dig out.
He clears his throat and darts his gaze ahead.
“That’s right. And remember, next time someone touches you, I won’t be so merciful.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BLAIR
“Theeere you aaaare!” Michelle drunkenly yells out to me, waving her hand in the air by the entrance of the barn. She’s been drinking for hours now, and it’s clearly starting to catch up.
I try to not walk like I was just fucked senseless with a knife, but I’m not entirely sure how great it’s going because I can feel just how slick my thighs are with the combination of cum and blood coating my skin.
My stomach makes a twisted flip at the reminder of his primal ownership.
“Hey,” I call back with a wiggle of my fingers.
As I get closer, I see small frowns pass over Tess’s and Michelle’s faces. D’Andre and Brett pay me no mind as they continue to mess around, elbowing each other with jests and spilling their beers in the process. David and Riley are missing from the group, but no one seems to be bothered.
Michelle points a manicured finger at my chest. “What happened to your boob?”
At the word “boob,” Brett darts his gaze over, scanning me from head to toe before letting out a bro-laugh. “Damn, Blair. You just get railed in the back of a pickup?”
I let out a half-assed laugh. “Yeah, right.”
D’Andre throws an arm around Brett’s shoulders. “As if Little Miss Blair would disappear for a random backseat quickie, man.”
“Unless it was Riley.” He wiggles his thick eyebrows suggestively. “Don’t think we didn’t notice you both leave at the same time. You finally giving my boy another chance?”
“Uh, no. I have no clue where he is.” It is the truth. I really don’t know where Riley is, but I know deep down that everything hadn’t gone down all peachy with Phantom after I’d made a run for it.
“Really?” Tess tilts her head. “He’s been eying you all night, so we figured…”
I just give them a noncommittal shrug. “Nope. Wasn’t with him.”
“He probably found some other babe to bang,” Brett brushes it off. “Come on, let’s see if I can still beat you in a keg stand.” He throws his arm over D’Andre’s shoulders, the two of them linked, and they both yell while sprinting to where the keg stands are set up by the apple-bobbing area.
“He is so screwed for practice on Monday,” Tess sighs while rolling her eyes.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a bitch.” Michelle links her arms through mine and Tess’s, dragging us in the direction of the guys. She leans her head a little closer to me, inhaling. “You really do smell kinda like sex though, Blair.”
“Probably all the sweat from dancing.”
