Page 18 of Unhinged

He was so hard under me, not just because he was rock-solid with strength and muscle but because his cock was like an iron rod pressed right between my thighs.

While he watched me, not answering my question, I let my fingers trace the firm lines of his chest beneath his shirt. I felt the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my touch. It was steady, as if he wasn’t afraid nor anxious about the situation.

“How many lives have you taken?” The question had been hanging between us, and I repeated it in a whisper that felt almost intimate. My voice was steady, unafraid. I wasn’t sure what he’d say, but I knew what I expected him to tell me.

We were both drenched in darkness. He was me, and I was him. I knew that without a doubt.

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I saw something vulnerable flash across his features. But it was gone so fast I truthfully didn’t know if I’d actually seen it or just imagined this “weakness” in him.

“Too many to count,” he said, his voice rough but to the point. It was cutting and sharp, like the blade in my hand.

I felt the shift in the air, the heaviness of something unspoken.

“My first was my favorite.” He lifted his upper body as much as he could, his nostrils flaring, and something violent flashed in his eyes.

Roman’s jaw tightened, and his gaze turned distant like whatever memory he was drowning in took him further under, as if he were looking at ghosts I couldn’t see. “My father deserved every second of torture I inflicted on him before I ended his life.”

His words crackled between us, and I felt the rawness in his tone. I smelled the blood, felt the violence that clung to his confession.

We truly were one and the same.

I knew if I asked him for details, he would have given them to me. I knew he would have gotten offon telling me how he killed his father. This man was aroused by death, and the throbbing of his cock beneath me had reality fading and my own twisted need rising up.

And so I pushed everything aside, knew what I wanted at this moment, and just took it.

“You're so hard,” I whispered, but he didn’t show surprise by my bluntness. He said nothing, not with words anyway. His cock jerked, telling me he was right there with me. “Is that all for me, Roman?”

He groaned then, this vibration that was distorted and crazy-sounding and made my pussy soaking wet.

He licked his lips and looked at me with hooded eyes. But he didn’t respond, and I liked that little surge of defiance from him. “I’ll take it whether you want me to or not,” I said close to his face, my lips inches from his. It was an empty threat because we both know that he wanted me to fuck him just as much as I wanted to be fucked.

“You want this, little girl?” he snarled before snapping his teeth once more.

And because I was so close, his teeth caught my bottom lip and cut it open. I jerked back and gasped, my finger immediately going to the flesh and touching it. When my tongue darted out, I tastedmetal, and when I pulled my fingers back, they were coated in crimson.

Anger and arousal swelled within me, and I ran my fingers down the side of his face, smearing my blood on his skin before shoving my fingers into his mouth. “If you bite me again, I’ll cut your dick off, Roman.” He grinned around my digits and then sucked the remaining blood off of them.

“You want my cock?” He lifted his hips, grinding his erection against me. “You want to cross that line?”

I started rocking back and forth over him and nodded before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t answer verbally, just took my knife and languidly cut his pants away until I saw the throbbing, massive length of his dick.

He was huge, the tip reaching his belly button, his pre-cum leaving clear and glistening trails along his hard, defined abdomen. I ran the blade over his six-pack, smearing the pre-cum and mixing it with his trimmed, dark chest hair. I nicked his skin, making a small cut that instantly welled with blood. He hissed and then moaned.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and dragged my tongue over that salty, slippery, metallic concoction.

“Goddamn, Isla.” He sounded… breathless. “Cut me again. Lick me again.”

I felt this corrupt desire move through me and cut him again, shallow nicks that would heal without leaving scars but right now turned us both on so damn much.

I licked his blood and cum off his belly, my breathing increasing with each passing moment. The same as Roman’s.

“Bring that little pussy up here. Let me suck on you until you come all over my face.”

My body was moving before I knew I was listening to his orders. But I got off the bed, which had a flash of anger washing over Roman’s face.

“Give me that little cunt, Isla, or you’ll see how strong I really am when I break through this fucking rope.”

I was breathing so hard as I set the knife aside and started getting undressed. Roman clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring with each breath. When I was naked, I was back on the bed and crawling up his body, smothering his face with my pussy. We locked eyes, he slowly grinned, and then I lowered myself on his waiting lips and tongue.

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