Page 44 of Savage Kingdom

All that could be heard were the sounds of my knife against her wet pussy, her soft moans, and my panting.

I brought the knife out when my blood started to drip. Instead, I used the wet handle to rub it against her pretty pink clit. I wanted to fall to my knees and taste her. Make her beg, scream, and worship me.

“Yebat,” she moaned, her hips grinding against the handle.

My cock was so fucking hard. I wanted to fuck her.

“Stop,” she sighed, her hips still moving when I stopped my ministrations. “Something’s happening.”

Her throaty tone was almost my undoing. Fuck me. Had she never had an orgasm?

I moved the handle again, this time adding pressure against her pebbled clit. She mewled again, telling me to stop once more, but I didn’t. I don’t know why I was holding back. I wasn’t a good man far from it.

Fuck it.

I was practically a saint for holding back as long as I did. For all the shit I had done for her. I pulled the blade out, stabbing it to the mattress. I pulled her by the hips and turned her around. I smacked her arse hard before I wedged her knees apart.

I dropped to my knees, marveling at how pretty her pussy was. Soft pink, small, and fucking soaked before I sucked her clit into my mouth. I fucking ate her like I was on death row and she was my last meal. When I felt her start pulsating against my tongue, I grabbed the other blade and shoved it inside of her just as she fell apart.

She could lie to me, and herself, but her body told the truth.

Slowly I pulled back the knife, and my dick begged me to let him play when she moaned softly. When I turned her around, her eyes were still closed, and her chest was rising and falling. Since it was proven I was a dick with no morals, I took the opportunity to bring a pebbled nipple to my lips.

Her eyes sprang open then. I’d seen all her hate and some amusement, but my God, when she looked at me with her eyes all soft and unguarded, I wanted to chain her to me forever.

I hovered above her. My hand came to her cheek, and with the pad of my finger, I removed the bead of sweat above her lips.

“Was that your first orgasm. Petal?” My tone came out hoarse.

When you grow up without parents, you aren’t given many gifts. You learn to cherish them, and this was one gift I had no intention of ever forgetting.

“I don’t think that matters.”

My, how wrong she was. It didn’t matter? It was everything to me. It could be the reason she was allowed to live.

“Your release is on my lips—your sweet taste on my tongue. Evidence that all you’ve said was a lie. It might not matter to you, Petal, but this is everything to me.” My lips hovered over hers. “Now, kiss your truth off my lips.”

When I called her a liar, which she was, her glare came back. I didn’t let that kill my vibe; I bent and kissed her.

“Do you like how you taste, Petal?” I smiled against her lips.

“We should get going before someone comes in and kills us.”

She wasn’t wrong, but I was still horny—but weirdly enough, I felt sated. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt at peace. I mean, we were in a room full of dead bodies. If that didn’t say I was fucked-up, I don’t know what did.

And I wasn’t the only one who was fucked-up. She let me fuck her with my tongue and knife. Murder got her horny too. Yeah, I was not letting her go.

I took the knife I had stabbed to the bed with my bloody hand, and I brought it up to her neck. She looked alarmed.

Without warning, I took her palm and made a slanted cut. It wasn’t deep, but it bled. I brought our palms together. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she made a slight movement as if she was going to stop me but then forced herself to lie still.

“I don’t know who you are, Petal, but I don’t think I give a fuck, because now you’re mine.”

I brought her palm to my lips, licking the wound clean. It was a vow made with blood, the essence of life. It was sick, but that’s how I felt at the moment. For someone who had never felt anything for anyone, I sure as fuck now felt something for her, and I felt like I was breathing for the first time in years, and like hell if I let it go.

“Close my wound.” I put my hand on her lips. “As soon as you do this, the faster we can leave.”

She seemed to think it over.

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