Page 107 of Unholy Bonds

When my slick pussy met his cock, he jerked and groaned.

“Ryden…” I whispered, my nails digging into his skin. “I want to…” I bit my lips, wondering how far I could go, without arousing suspicion.

“Oh, this isn’t the time to become shy and meek. We both know you’re not that, and that’s what I like the most about you. You take what you want without remorse, and it’s so fucking hot.”

“I want to cut you. I want to break you and then put you back together.”

“Fuck, Red,” he moaned. “Yes, a fucking thousand, ten thousand times yes. Do whatever you want with me, baby.”

And then I was on him, biting, clawing, hunting. He moaned and groaned, his voice delirious, his breath fast and sharp.

“One minute,” I whispered, jumping out of the bed. When I came back, he was already ready with a condom on. I sat on his stomach, my wetness rubbing against his skin, my pussy begging for more as I pressed my knife against his chest.

The moan that left his lips was loud, desperate.

“Do something,” he begged, his eyes half closed, his lips parted. I could see how much he wanted this, how much he needed this. I was more than ready for my handsome killer.

I drew a line along his skin, making sure not to cut too deep, making sure it was only a stinging line—I could do this all day long. I could hear him beg for more like the fucking good boy he was.

My good boy.

“Do you like it, Ryden? Do you like the feeling of cold metal cutting into your skin?”

“I do. I do,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking good at this, Doctor West. Behind that pretty face, you really are a fucking killer.”

“I am,” I whispered, running my thumb along the dots of blood on his skin, making a note to clean it up properly once we were done. “I love killing you, Ryden.” I pressed my thumb against his lips, and he sucked it greedily before pulling me down to kiss me.

I was panting when I got away from his hold.

I wanted more. I wanted to cut him, rip him, shred him, until he was without any masks, until he was vulnerable. Completely at my mercy. I trailed my knife down his abdomen, down the treasure trail of hair, moving down to see how his cock jumped with every small nick, every soft press.

He was mine now. Mine. This was my mark.

“Yara…” My name on his lips was a fucking prayer. I’d grant him all his wishes. I pressed my knife against his throat, just the way he did when we met the second time.

I still dreamed of him chasing me through the woods and then fucking me against that old car, his knife cutting into my skin. I wanted that dream to become a reality. Someday, it would.

There’s something wrong with both of you.

I pulled myself up from his body and then slammed myself down on his erect cock, taking him in, fully, wholly, until every inch of me was filled by him. The need grew into monstrous claws that clung to my skin.

The scream that ripped out of him was feral. His fingers gripped my hips in a punishing hold as I rode him, moving up and down his body as he grunted like a wild animal. “Faster, baby, faster.”

I did as he begged, as he ordered until we were on the crash course, and then we both fell, screaming, shouting, shattering into a million bloody pieces of broken masks and lies and secrets. Until we were both bare. Free. I was free.

Had he looked closer, he would have seen the killer in me, just as I did. His eyes were closed, though.

When I moved away from him, he closed his eyes tighter, his fingers pressed against his chest, his brows pinched together. He looked to be in pain.

“Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, everything is so right,” he whispered as he opened his eyes and what I saw there made my stomach tilt and turn.

“Yara… I—” He stopped when my phone rang. I was grateful for that. I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I didn’t want him to say anything.

Look who’s the coward now.

Fuck you, Kat.

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