Page 111 of Darkness Falls

"Are you worried about how things are going to go once we get back to Tennessee?" I want to make sure she's okay with going back.

"No, everything should go smoothly. We aren't forcing anyone to do anything, only offering support. They have no proof besides word of mouth that any of us were involved with blowing up the compound. From what I saw when we were at Mary’s, they are happy to be free."

"The conversations when we arrive at the farm should all go fairly quickly. We will have the website up and running after that, and the cops will finally have their answers." This is good for us; we don't need any more trouble.

"I think we will be in and out of there within a few hours. Dealing with a group of women is much different than dealing with a group of self-absorbed men who always have to have the biggest dick in the room. No offense."

"If we're talking about the biggest dick, you know that award goes to me," I tease, and she slaps my shoulder.

"I'm not commenting on dick size. Although, I do enjoy how you have yours dressed up."

"Hmmmmm. I was thinking about that, actually. We could get you a matching piercing."

"You want me to pierce my lady bits?"

"Fuck yeah, I do. It would be hot as hell, and I know how much of a slut you are for pain." Her eyes darken, and I know she's genuinely thinking about it. "I bet you're wet right now just thinking about it."

"No," she tries, but I know my dirty girl.

"Don't lie. If you want to get it done, we will find you a female piercer. I'm sure my brothers will agree; there's no way another man is coming anywhere near what belongs to us."

"Speaking of belonging to people. I have an idea that I want to run across you."

"Should I be concerned?" I joke.

"I want my initial on you," she states plainly, and holy fuck, the idea has my cock instantly hard.

"Is that so?" I grin.

"It's only fair. You marked me twice. I want everyone to know who you belong to."

I swing her around on my lap, forcing her to straddle me, and my hands land on her hips. "You can mark me whenever you want, as long as my cock is buried in this sweet cunt while you do it."

She grinds down, knowing exactly what she's doing to me. When her lips land on mine, it takes everything in me to keep myself from losing control. My hand slips off of her hip and slides into my pocket to pull out a small, folded knife, and I offer it to her.

"Do it. Make me yours, Callie."

She grabs my knife and slides off my lap to strip with her eyes laser-focused on me. I take the opportunity to free myself of my own clothing and re-adjust myself in the chair, leaning back. When she comes over to straddle me again, she doesn’t waste any time and slowly sinks down on my shaft. Her arms dangle over each of my shoulders with the knife in one hand.

"God, you're fucking soaked. How long have you been thinking about sitting on my cock?"

Her head tilts back, and she lets out a satisfied moan when she fully seats herself with me right where I belong, inside her. She begins moving her hips, ignoring my question, and building the tension between the two of us.

My hands find their rightful place back on her hips, and I help her slowly move back and forth. I can feel her wetness soaking me, and all I want to do is flip her around, bend her over my desk, and plow into her until she can't walk anymore. I resist all the urges, though.

One of her arms leaves my shoulder, and she flips the knife open in front of my face. My eyes instantly land on the shiny metal. I flinch a little when she presses the tip of the blade into my skin, and I dig my fingers into her hips. The pain goes straight to my cock. It almost makes me blow my load prematurely.

"Callie," I warn.

She smiles knowingly before pushing the knife into my skin while continuing to slide up and down on my lap. Each time the blade slips along my skin, it stings as she makes quick work carving her own personal brand onto me forever. Once she's done, I look down and see the letter C, and my brow furrows.

"Just the first letter?" I question, making her laugh. "I'm serious. I thought you were writing your whole name."

"I don't think that's really necessary. Stop talking and let me fuck you."

"Your wish is my command," I say, and she picks up her pace.

She drops the knife, and her hand lands on my chest, where she carved her mark into me. She pushes her fingers into the cut, making the blood flow further down my chest as pain radiates through my entire body.

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