Page 146 of Cruel Legacy

“You know, I’m supposed to be out there mingling with my friends, networking for the frat, being a model guest, but all I keep thinking about is how I want to peel this dress off of you and find out if…”

He hisses as his hands drift higher, stopping along the leather pouch strapped to my inner thigh.

“That’s so fucking hot.” He groans, stroking his fingers over the handle of my blade.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the idea of a guy thinking me being strapped is hot. I press back against him and find he’s hard. How many weeks have we done this dance? Teasing and taunting, and all it’s done is give me the worst case of blue bean.

Even now, my clit is throbbing. The way he’s stroking the knife and cooing in my ear about the length of my blade is a little unhinged. Yet, I’m a girl who can appreciate his reverence for steel.

He grinds his erection against my ass in slow, lazy circles. His hand moving higher. I part my legs, just in case he wants to be a good boy and touch my clit. The alcohol has me buzzed and the heat in my belly needs somewhere to go.

“You want this?” he rasps against my ear.

“Do you?”

“Oh, Pet. I think we both know that all the games we’ve been playing have led to this. I knew the inevitability of it from the first moment we met. I’m just glad I get to have you to myself before the other two figure it out too.”

Before I can ask him to explain, he pulls me away from the bookshelf, his hands on my waist, as he pushes me towards the middle of the room. My thighs hit the pool table. He places his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me forward until I’m leaning across it. I feel the cold brush of metal against my thigh, and my heart rate kicks up for another reason. “If you cut me, I’ll cut you right back.”

“God, yes.” He rocks against me and shoves my knife into my hand.

I glance over my shoulder. The look on his face says he’s fucking serious. “We’ve teased this before, Finn. We’ve even shared some accidental nicks, but are you saying you actuallywantme to cut you?”

He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. That’s crazy. Right? That he wants me to actually cut into his flesh. I turn all the way around so I can get a clearer picture of what he’s saying.

He steps back, cocking his head to the side. The pose is causal, like he’s unbothered about what I’m thinking. But I look closer, and see that there’s something else under the surface. He wants to do this, but he’s nervous about whatI’mthinking.

I guess I want this too. Or rather, I want his dick in my vag, so if this is what’s gonna get us there, I’m down. “No massive blood loss, nothing that’ll leave a scar. Just enough pressure so you feel it.”

His face lights up as if it’s Christmas and his birthday all rolled into one. He kisses me, pushing that happiness into me, and rubs his cock against me. I spread my legs wider and grab his ass, directing his movements towards my needy clit.Please don’t flake out, please don’t fake out.

Finn slips his hand between us, stroking me through the damp sliver of material covering my pussy. With his other hand, he unhooks the clasp holding my dress up, letting the material fall to my hips, and leans forward, latching onto my nipple. I rock against his hand, desperate for more.Finally.It should not have been this damn hard to get laid.

“Number Three, please tell me you have a condom.”

He steps back, shrugs out of his suit jacket and vest and unbuttons his shirt, before pulling one out of his pocket. Then shoves his pants down his legs. Half dressed in this suit, with the pants pooling around his knees.Yes, please.

Once he gets it rolled on he looks over at me, his eyes widen at the view. I’ve hiked my dress up, and opened my legs wider, my second knife on display. It’s much smaller than the first, but no less lethal when I need it to be. In response to the look on his face, I say, “Like you don’t travel with more than one.”

He lifts me under my arms, pushing me further back on the pool table and crawls on it with me.

He starts off slow. His calloused fingers tease my nipples, while he drags his length across my core in unhurried strokes, teasing the nerve endings in my body. It’s a slow build. The way the pressure builds in a kettle right before it whistles.

I slip my hands inside his shirt, using my blade as an extension of my hand, running the flat side down his spine, before dragging the tip back up like an extra long fingernail.

That little move. Just the threat of it, snaps something inside him. He climbs to his knees, grips my hips, and slams into me. Somehow, I get his shirt off with one hand. I drag the knife down the front of his chest, twirling the tip in the shallow indentation of his belly button. He drags his swollen cock out to the tip, then surges back in.

He picks up speed, tightening his grip on my thigh. “Please, please, please.” He whispers as he moves in and out.

I can hear the strain in his voice. Like he’s holding back. I dig the knife a little deeper. Just enough to pinch.

He holds me tighter, the sensuous roll of his hips has the tip of his cock hitting different angles inside me on the up and down stroke.

“I wanna explore every single inch of you. Find out what you like.” He says as he pounds into me. I tighten around him, lifting my hips to meet him.

“Fuck, Pet. You feel so damn good.”

I can’t maintain the grip on my knife, my need to grab onto him, overpowering. I pull his hair, biting and kissing whatever parts of his warm skin I can reach.

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