Page 36 of The Devil's Hunt

The first stab of the knife into my thigh sent a jolt through my body, and my legs buckled. He held me firmly against the wall, keeping me upright. His lips found my neck, and he began to lick and kiss me, making his way down to my shoulders. Tingles of pleasure spread through my body, traveling through the knife and into my core.

"More," I told him.

The blade pressed deeper into my thigh, and then he flipped the knife around, gently sliding the handle into my wet pussy. A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. My warm blood drippeddown my thigh, a sharp metallic tang filling the air. Something primal unfurled in the pit of my stomach, and I pressed my thighs together, trapping the blade in place. His eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, I saw something in his gaze, a flash of surprise mixed with appreciation.

"Open your fucking legs."

I knew I shouldn’t be fighting him, but I needed this.

I neededhim.

I parted my legs, and he slid his hand underneath my nightgown, coming to rest between my legs. His fingers touched the tiny cuts he had left from the knife, and I winced as he coated them in my blood, the cuts stinging as he dug his fingers into me.

"Has anyone else tasted this delicious pussy, Mila?” he asked, growling in my ear. "Has anyone else made you whimper and squirm?"

"No," I answered, my voice wavering.

"Has anyone else made you feel like this?"

"No," I responded, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. Because if they do, I will cut their fingers off and shove them down their throats."

I was trembling now, overwhelmed by his strength and his intensity. I needed him.

"Oh, baby," he said, sliding his fingers between my folds, spreading my wetness with his bloody fingers. "You're so wet."

He moved his fingers faster, plunging two inside of me and curling them up until they brushed my G-spot, while he pressed the knife handle against my clit. I moaned into his mouth, his fingers pushing deeper, drawing soft cries from my lips.

"How does it feel when I touch you, little rabbit? Do you like it when I'm rough with you?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"You're so tight around my fingers," he groaned, his voice low and husky. "And you're so wet for me."

He wedged a third finger inside me, stretching me to the brink of pain. I moaned as he began to thrust his fingers harder, faster. Mypussy was on fire, and I could feel the heady rush of an orgasm building in my stomach.

"You're so close," he moaned, his lips trailing down my chest. "Tell me what you want."

"I wantyou."

He pulled his fingers out of me. His eyes met mine, dark and dangerous. He brought his fingers to his lips, dark and wet, glistening in the dim light, licking them clean. His eyes never left mine, and I shuddered, my body on fire for him. I had never been so turned on in my life.

With one swift motion, he pushed me down onto the ground, his arms hard on either side of me, holding me in place. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

"Beg me," he whispered.

"Please," I begged, his body pinning me to the ground.

"Please, what?" he growled.

"Make me come."

"How do you want me to make you come?" His hand slipped between my legs, his fingers wet with my blood.

"I want you to make me come," I moaned, "with your fingers."

His mouth was on mine, the taste of blood and lust filling my senses. His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in slow, tantalizing circles. My back arched off the floor as he shifted his hand, slipping his fingers inside me.

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