Page 18 of High Stakes

I lean back on my hands and moan as she drags the knife across my skin. I can feel my blood oozing down my chest, but I don’t open my eyes. I let her have her moment. My cock jumps as she lifts the blade and then starts again. I can’t help butwonder what she’s carving into my flesh, but all those thoughts leave my mind when she drags her tongue across my nipple and through the trails of blood.

My eyes shoot open and a shudder racks my body as she flicks her tongue across one nipple and then the other. Her cheeks are flushed and her chin is stained with my blood. She looks like a fucking vampire queen. Her fingers trail down my abdomen until they reach my waistband. She stops briefly before continuing without looking at me, like she is making sure this is really the road she wants to go down.

I lift my hips and let her pull my pants and boxers off and smirk as she tosses them carelessly over her shoulder. Then she reaches forward, pushes her fingers through the fresh wound on my chest to gather my blood, and then reaches down to stroke my cock in a slow, torturous motion.

My hips jump and I groan low in my throat as she squeezes me tightly between her blood-slicked fingers. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long that I’m already close to exploding in her grasp. “Stop, stop, stop,” I plead as she pumps my shaft faster.

Her lips split into another wicked grin as she twists and pulls her hand faster and faster until I feel my spine begin to tingle. My hips buck and my stomach dips as I feel myself being dragged to the edge. I close my eyes and bite my lip as she squeezes. Just a few more pumps and I’m done for. My cock throbs heavily in her palm, a drop of precum leaking from the tip as it begins to swell with my upcoming release.

And then she lets go and steps back. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she watches my cock pulse with need. Wicked little bird. I look down at my blood coating my skin. My stomach dips again as she steps out of her clothes and pushes me until I’m on my back on the desk. “You’re mine,” she says and traces the LB that she carved into my chest, right over my heart.

Right where she belongs.

Where she’s always been.

“I’m yours,” I whisper and groan loudly as she sinks down onto my aching cock. My eyes cross in pleasure as her tightness envelopes me. “Holy fuck,” I mutter, and grit my teeth as she slides up and then back down, taking me deeper. “You’re so tight.” The sensations are too much. It’s tight and wet and so warm. “It feels so good.”

Her eyes find mine and she cups my face between her palms. “Have you never done this before?” I feel the stickiness of drying blood on her skin, and I know that she’s smeared my blood across my face and through my beard.

My eyes close as I shake my head. I met her as a teenager and knew she was it for me, so I never bothered pursuing anyone else. I just watched over her and waited for her to realize that I love her. A deep blush colors my face and neck as the embarrassment surges forward. “I only wanted you,” I admit quietly and then groan as she rotates her hips in a figure eight motion.

“Oh, Hector,” she whispers and kisses me gently, her lips coaxing mine open as her tongue strokes mine. She pulls her legs up until her feet are planted on either side of my hips. “Enjoy the ride, Big Guy,” she moans as she slides all the way off and then drops back down, taking me all the way inside her.

“Oh my fucking God,” I groan and buck my hips up against her. Why had I waited so many years to sing to her? I could have had this forever ago. My spine starts to tingle again and I feel my balls tightening. “I’m going…Oh, baby… I’m close…” I can’t even form a coherent sentence as she bounces on me.

My eyes open as I watch her ride me. Her pale skin stained crimson with my blood. Her tits bounce up and down as she moves. Her head falls back and her lips part in a sinful moanas she uses my cock. She can use me every Goddamn day if she looks and sounds like that when she does.

Her eyes meet mine again as she moves her hips harder. “Give it to me,” she demands, and digs her fingers into the carving on my chest. Pain flares through me and I see white, but it only lasts a second before it blossoms into the most erotic pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck,” I shout and buck my hips up against her. I grab her hips and thrust into her so hard that she falls forward into my chest. I can’t stop. My hips piston into her as her walls flutter and clamp around my cock. She moans and I feel her squeeze me even tighter. My vision fades to white as I thrust up and still, exploding inside her in the most earth shattering orgasm I’ve ever had.

Emelia quivers around me as she comes down from her pleasure. I can’t feel my legs and my chest is burning, but I can’t move. My mind and body no longer belong to me. “Are you good?” she asks and slides off me.

I groan at the loss of heat and immediately want to grab her and bury my cock back inside her just to lay here for a little longer. “I have literally never been better.”

She chuckles and pulls her clothes back on. The world shifts to black as she tosses my shirt on top of my face. “Let’s get that some ointment so it doesn’t get infected.” She points to my chest. “We also have a lot to unpack.”

I lift my fingers and trace around the clean edges of the letters. A small smile touches my lips. She’s not wrong. We basically have an entire U-haul trailer worth of shit to unpack after what just happened, and for the first time, I’m excited about unboxing all the shit I’ve kept locked away for so long.

8

EMELIA

Smoke fills my mouth and I can’t breathe. Every inhale feels like I’m sucking embers into my lungs. Flames lick at the shadows and cast a terrifying glow around the room. I should know this layout like the back of my hand, but in my terror I can’t remember which door leads to the stairwell and which doors don’t. I know that I need to move, but I can’t seem to get my feet to cooperate. It’s like I’m standing in drying cement.

The heat laps at the exposed skin of my arms and the smell of burning hair burns my nose, but I still can’t move. It should hurt. I should be screaming and crying, but instead, I’m numb. I’m frozen to the spot on the rug in the ballroom of the hotel that we live in. The hotel that we’ll all die in.

“Fuck!” I scream and send myself into a coughing fit. The sound of fire crackling and wood breaking fills the air and I flinch but don’t move, still frozen, just taking in the destruction around me. In the back of my mind I know that it’s dangerous, but I can’t help but lean forward and admire the beauty of the flames. How they dance through the shadows and illuminate the room with a reddish orange glow.

A door crashes to the ground and Tobias runs toward me with a cloth over his nose and mouth. “We have to move, Emelia! Now!” His voice is urgent and the panic in his eyes finally breaks the trance that I have been stuck in. His face is stained with dark soot and there are tear streaks cutting down his cheeks. “Go!”

“My mom and dad?” I ask as I let him yank me toward another door. He doesn’t answer and I feel my eyes start to sting. “No…Please no.” My chest tightens and my heart cracks.

“We don’t have time. I’m so sorry. Diego wants you out. Now.” Tobias picks me up and tucks me into the safety of his arms. I press my face against his chest and fight the sobs bubbling in my throat. Each stuttering inhale only fills my lungs with more smoke and ash.

“What about everyone else? Wasn’t there a debriefing tonight in the east conference room?” His silence makes my skin crawl. “Tobias, where are the others?”

“I don’t know. The bomb went off and I was given clear instructions to get you out. Nothing else. I haven’t seen anyone. Diego was still on his way, so he wasn’t even at the hotel yet.”

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