Page 162 of Ruthless Legacy

She stops moving and stares down at me. “Is that what it’ll take?”

“Yes.”

She climbs off and before I can register what she’s doing; she pushes my legs to my chest and spits on the crack of my ass. “What the fu-.” My words end in a sharp grunt when she swipes her fingers through her spit, toying with my hole.

“What are you doi-iiing.” She licks around my hole and adds more spit, pumping my dick with her free hand. The dueling sensations have me at a loss for words.

I feel something pushing against the tight ring of muscles. My hips snap up. I tell myself I’m trying to get away from what she’s doing, but that doesn’t explain why I grab my legs, holding them up, while she pushes the object in a little deeper. The burn has me hissing. Then she adds more spit to help ease the way. My body trembles. I’ve never been penetrated before.

She jerks my dick again. I moan a needy sound as she pulls out whatever she’s using and slides it back in.

“You like playing with the hilt of my blade, naughty boy?”

Her blade? Fuck, she’s insane.

“Next time, I’ll push your face to the mat and pull your hair.”

Next time? There won’t be a next time. My scoff turns into a growl as she pulls the handle out and swirls it around my opening before pushing it back in. Her pace on my cock never slows. I don’t know how she’s managing it. Or maybe it’s not just her working me over. My hips jerk forward as I thrust into her hand.

“You’re such a good fucking boy. Opening this tight ass for me.”

I don’t know what the hell is happening. How she got the upper hand. I just know I don’t want this to end.

“You gonna come for me, big guy? With the handle of my blade in your ass? Do you like the way it feels inside you?”

Fuck. I do. This is sick, but I’m skating the edge. Her grip tightens around my dick, pumping me hard and fast. I’m so close. She yanks off the condom, and with two more strokes, I blow on her tits, clenched around the hilt of the blade. She withdraws it and straddles me again, pulling me by my hair until I’m in a sitting position.

“You made a mess,” she tuts, pushing my head towards her breast. Stroking her hand through my hair, she orders, “Clean me up.”

Without thinking, I do it.

“You’re doing so good. Get every single drop.”

What is that sound? Did I just whimper? When I’m done, she leans forward, kissing me. Languidly diving her tongue into my mouth.

With a final brush of her lips against mine, she whispers, “Consider your ass owned.”

I’m still catching my breath when she rolls over into a crouch, brandishing her knife towards the door. I was so caught up I forgot where we were. I hope nobody saw us.

I reach over to grab my shorts. When I turn back around, her pants are up, her shirt is down, and she’s grabbing her gear and heading to the door.

No goodbye. No thanks. No coy suggestion about doing it again. Perfect.

“Nice workout?” Finn asks as I walk into the room.

“It was okay.”

He points to a spot on my neck. “Looks like you went toe to toe with an alley cat. I’d say it was more than okay.”

My brothers and I have no secrets from each other, so it’s not like I need to hide what happened. I’m just not sure how they’re gonna take it.

“Thea was there, and we did a little sparring.”

His eyes widen. “Is that right?”

“It’s not that big a deal, man.”

“She’s sassy as hell, and fucks like the devil in heels. I think that’s a very big deal.”

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