Page 73 of Cruel Knots

“Fuck, you’ve gone tighter!” he grates through clenched teeth.

His grip on me tightens as his thrusts turn harder and faster. I know he’s close to losing control as well.

My insides clamp around him harder. We hold onto each other tightly as we reach our pleasure together.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groans as he suddenly shatters inside me.

Molten jets of his cum burst deep inside me, filling me to the brim. My mind swims with pleasure, erasing every stray thought as I pulse and ripple around him.

I slowly look up at him, taking in his beautiful blue eyes and the thick scars that slash across his face. Harsh pants escape him as he meets my gaze, searching for something in me.

When I continue staring at him, he pulls out of me gently and steps away.

My knees give away but he’s there to catch me before I can hit the floor. Bending down, he hauls me into his arms and carries me to the bed.

The adrenaline in my veins starts to fade, leaving me feeling exhausted and disoriented. I lie on the mattress as my body cools. Turning toward him, I tug his hand, wanting him to lie beside me.

“I’ll come back later,” he says, loosening my fingers from his wrist. “They’ll need me.” With that, he covers my body with a blanket and turns away.

Next moment, he’s out of the door and locking me in.

22

Lucia

I’d nearly dozed off when the door opens once again. Expecting Damien, I sit up at once, the blanket falling off me.

“Nice tits, hon,” Lilja says with a smirk.

Grabbing the blanket, I pull it up to my neck.

My gaze roves all over her. She’s dressed in a snug, long-sleeved black top and fitted black jeans. Her lithe physique and attire make her look like a real-life ninja.

Her long, pink-streaked hair is pulled into a high ponytail. A few strands stay stuck to her sweaty forehead and cheeks. These are the only signs she’d been fighting the men sent to hurt her and her brothers.

“Were you expecting Damien?” she asks, coming to stand before me.

I get a closer look at her. She doesn’t seem hurt anywhere. The black clothing conceals any cuts she might’ve sustained during the fight. She can almost pass off as a young woman who’s been working out at the gym but her blood-stained palms and nails give her away.

“Where is Damien?” I mutter while my gaze searches all over the room for something to wear. The shirt Damien gave me earlier is lying on the floor by the door but I doubt it’ll be of much use. He’d torn off all the buttons.

“He’s with Mikhail,” she says with a shrug. “They’re busy cleaning up the mess.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looks at me closely. “Are you okay?” she asks in a more subdued tone.

“I’m all right, I guess.”

“Right,” she scoffs. “You look like hell, lady.” A frown comes over her. “I know they deserve to treat you this way but fuck it. I can’t stand around and watch them maul you until they’ve shattered you.”

Her words surprise me. “Will you help me, then?” I ask.

A sharp look comes into her dark brown eyes. “Help? Sure. Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you want to sit here all naked until Mikhail and Leon come looking for you? Will you blame them if they take what you’re offering them so temptingly? Let’s go to my room so I can put some fucking clothes on you.”

“Oh.”

She pokes a finger at the center of my forehead. “Don’t even think of escaping. That bastard brother of yours will capture you the moment you step out of our circle.”

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