Page 147 of Cruel Legacy

I’m close. With one final effort, I pick up my knife again, grip his hair, tugging to the sides, exposing his neck, and hold the edge of the blade to his throat.

With a ragged groan, he whips out his knife. I have no idea where he was hiding that thing. He mimics my position, holding his knife to my throat. The sting sends me over the edge. My legs lock around him as my body twitches from my release.

His hand moves from my throat. There’s a dull thud somewhere near my head and then the sound of felt ripping as he buries his face in the spot between my shoulder and neck.

“Oh, fuck, Pet. Fuck. Don’t stop squeezing me. Take it all.”

I contract my Kegel muscles, milking his cock, until his movements slow. His chest heaves against mine.

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are clearer than I’ve ever seen them. I don’t wanna sound like a cliche or anything, but my heart misses a beat.

I’m seeing Finn up close and personal and without the shadows on his face or the restlessness in his eyes. Without the mask he wears trying to convince people he’s always happy.

Right now, he’s just raw and real, and breathtakingly beautiful. “Hi, Number Three. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

His eyes widen, then his face splits into a wide grin. The kind that makes my vag clench around him.

“Shit, Pet. That feels good and too much, all at the same time.” His groan is a combination of pleasure and pain, but that doesn’t stop him from rocking against me. I can totally go for round two if he can. He places a soft kiss against the corner of my mouth, then pulls away, leaving me to lie on the table with my dress rucked up over my hips.

I lean up on my elbows to watch him sort out the condom and fix his clothes. His neat, pristine suit was nice. Rumpled after sex, it looks even better.

A smile splays over my lips. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what should we do next?”

He comes over to help me up off the table and assists with fixing my dress. He brushes his lips over the back of my neck, sending a fresh wave of tingles and desire to my core, and says, “I have a few ideas.”

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Finn

Holden is sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee when I finally emerge from my bedroom. I sink down onto the couch next to him and sip the freshly squeezed orange juice he brought over for me. I love a good cup of fresh squeezed before I start my day.

The Breland anniversary party was full of influential people and I think I’ve gained some good contacts for me and my friends, but I don’t remember much about who I talked to or what I talked about before and after my little tryst with Thea.

Before, I was bored like I often am at those things. After? After, I was trapped in a loop. Remembering her words, and the way her body felt under mine.“Nice to finally meet you.”

She saw something beyond the surface that most people choose to ignore or pretend doesn’t exist. So I’ve learned to pretend it doesn’t exist. That night, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. I expected her to bail when I mentioned wanting to play with my knives. But she rolled with it and wielded that blade like a pro. She even recognized when I needed more and gave me the excitement I crave.

Thea’s not the first girl I’ve flashed my knife at during sex. I always give my partners a heads up when I want to play with my blades.

Sometimes girls say yes, not fully understanding what they’ve agreed to, just so they can brag and say they’ve fucked me or hoping it leads to some great romance. I let them think what they want just so I can get what I want.

Knives are alwayscoolandawesomeandno problemuntil I make them a part of foreplay and sex. Every time I’ve allowed myself to let go, it’s ended the same way. With me deep in their cunts, working my way to a nut as they moan and groan underneath me. But when I look in their eyes, I see what they really feel. Fear and revulsion. What I enjoy disgusts them. I’m fun. A man to be wanted and desired. A prize to be had until the blood play starts. Then they can no longer pretend that I’m just a normal guy with a knife obsession.

Even the girls from the South side who hang out at the Parkour gym I frequent, stay strapped, but I doubt they want the pointy end anywhere near them when nipples are dangling around. Thea didn’t even flinch, and she wasn’t holding back the urge to vomit. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were bright. She was into it.

Fuck, I came so hard I thought my spine was in danger of snapping. When it was over, my soul felt clearer than it has in weeks. I’m not sure how long it’ll last though, but that’s usual. I do something to lift the cloud, but then it comes back. It always comes back.

Holden looks up from his book. “Where’d you disappear to Saturday night?”

“When?”

He turns the page. “Between the hours of 8:43pm and 10:18pm.”

Leave it to this guy to know the exact time I was missing. “I went to shoot some pool.”

He looks up at me, looking through my eyes and into my brain, in that way he has. “Interesting.”

That could mean so many things with Holden. “What is?”

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