Page 107 of Dust to Dust

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

Dipping my head, I replaced the handle with my mouth. I sucked the tip deep into my mouth. My mouth twirling around the pebbled flesh. When my teeth grazed her nipple, Isla cried out and bucked her hips.

As I continued sucking her nipple, I slid the knife down her abdomen. I worked it between her legs, the ribbed handle sliding through her slick folds.

“Quinn,” Isla panted, her head falling back.

“Do you want to come on my knife?”

“It’s so wrong,” she murmured.

“But you want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she pleaded.

Abandoning her breast, I pulled the knife back and turned it in my hand. I pulled the corner of her thong from her hip and cut the fabric. After doing it on the other side, the silky fabric fell to the floor.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded.

Isla slid her thighs further apart. I brought the ribbed handle back between her legs. As I began to rub it over her clit, I slammed my mouth against Isla’s. My tongue thrust against hers just like I was thrusting between her thighs. The harder I rubbed her, the faster her hips moved against the handle.

She tore her lips from mine and cried out. “Please, Quinn!”

I knew she would lose her mind and not in a good way if I was to put it inside her. Instead, I pressed it harder against her clit and furiously rubbed it back it forth.

Isla threw her head back as an orgasm charged through her. She moaned and mewled as her hips continued to rise as she rode out her pleasure.

As she continued coming down, I shoved my briefs down and unleashed my cock. I tossed the knife to the ground. Grabbing her by the ass, I lifted her up to wrap her legs around my waist.

When I plunged into her with a hard thrust, we both moaned. My hips began to relentlessly piston in and out of her. Her ass began to bang back against the pole. I immediately slowed down so I wouldn’t hurt her.

“Harder,” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head. “Fuck me hard, Quinn.”

There was no way I wouldn’t give her what she wanted. With animalistic grunts, I once again began pumping hard in and out of her. Isla’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scouring my skin. My mouth once again found hers, and I fucked her mouth with my tongue just like I was her pussy.

It wasn’t long before my frantic pace sent Isla over the edge with another orgasm. As her walls clenched around me like a vise, I let myself go, spilling into her.

When I came down from my high, my chest heaved with harsh pants. “Fuck, Isla,” I murmured.

A satiated smile curved on her lips. “Bondage and knife play—I’d say that was pretty spontaneous.”

I threw back my head with a laugh. “I aim to please.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Isla

Two Weeks Later

As I twirled on the pole, I couldn’t help reflecting that it had been three weeks since my attack, and a week since I’d come back to work. Although the pain subsided quickly, the bruises were trickier. Brooke continued helping me cover them with makeup that was usually used to cover tattoos.

I had been surprised when the other girls were understanding about me not doing lap dances. Of course, I lied and said I was just stopping for a little while. I guess most of them would’ve been gun-shy themselves. They were equally impressed that our beast of a boss, Quinn, was going to allow me just to waitress.

I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of Quinn. The last two weeks had been absolutely magical. We’d spent each and every day of it together. Since he lived with his brothers and Caterina, he stayed with me. After seeing him so uncomfortable in my bed, I’d allowed him to splurge on a new bedroom suite.

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