Page 63 of The Devil's Hunt

"Let's see how well you can resist," I whispered, sliding my fingers past her wet folds and slowly rubbing her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against my touch. "Look at how eager you are."

My smile grew as I continued thrusting my fingers inside of her. "I am your greatest desire and your darkest fear. I am your savior and the very thing you fear most. In me, you will find the meaning of true love and the price you must pay to keep it."

Her breathing became ragged, and her nails dug into the palms of her hands as I continued to tease her, brushing my fingers over her most sensitive spots. "Do you want to know how much I've been craving this, sweetheart? To see you tied up. Bucking against my hand as I touch you. Bringing you so close..."

As much as she tried to resist, she couldn't. My touch drove her wild. And she had always been eager to come. So when her moans became louder, and her body writhed, twisting and shaking as she tried to fight her release, I stopped.

"God, Archer, don't stop. Please."

"This is your punishment, baby. You come when I tell you to come. You will obey me."

I continued to tease her, my fingers gliding across her flesh like a titan's sword through butter. She writhed and moaned, her body demanding release, but after a few minutes, she realized I would not give it to her. I was in control, and I would make her submit to me. She writhed in frustration as tears filled her pretty eyes, her hips bucking wildly against my hand as I continued to deny her the release she needed.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "I need this...I need you."

Her words echoed in my ears. "Youcomewhen I tell you tocome." I smacked the palm of my hand against her swollen flesh, and she bit her lip, fighting back her cries.

I smacked again.

She hissed but refused to give me what I wanted.

Stubborn girl.

"Scream for me, baby," I growled, my voice low and full of venom.

The arousal was building in her eyes as she realized she was entirely at my mercy. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but I knew she wasn't truly afraid of me. No, she was afraid of herself. Afraid of how much she wanted this darkness that I offered her.

"I hate you," she spat, and I believed at that moment she did.

"Resist all you want." I felt satisfied as I continued using my fingers and mouth as the weapon to break down any resistance she had left. I grinned, and my hand stilled for a moment as I watched her. The fire in her eyes was strong, but I knew it would only take a little more persuasion to bring it to life.

"Beg me. Let go of your anger and give in to my darkness. Let me be your savior and your destroyer."

She was a wild, unpredictable creature, but I knew I could tame her.

I reached toward my end table and grabbed my knife from the drawer. I spun it in my hand, letting her watch me, enjoying the anticipation that flooded her eyes. The fight-or-flight response surged through her body, and I could see her tensing up, preparing herself for what was to come. Part of her wanted to trust me, but there was still a part of her that feared what I might do. The rational part was still there, and that's the part of her I wanted to break.

"I'm going to cut you, darling," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "And it's going to hurt. But it's also going to feel really, really good."

She whimpered and struggled against her restraints, her eyes tight with anger. Beneath her anger was a deep desire for what I offered her. I slowly ran the knife down the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of blood I knew would only turn her on more. Her breath hitched, and she pressed her body into the mattress in a feeble attempt to get away from the blade.

"I love watching you bleed."

"I hate you," she repeated, but her voice thinned.

"Such a pretty sight." My smile grew wicked as I twisted the knife in my hand, the blade gripped tightly in my palm and pressed the tip of the hilt against her entrance. Slowly, I pushed the cold handle inside her, and she stiffened. I thrust it in and out of her, just the way she liked it. The blade had settled into my palm, tearing my flesh open. My blood covered the blade and dripped onto the bed, mixing with hers. My dick was so hard, it felt like my skin would rip open.I tried to adjust it, fighting the urge to cover it with our blood and fuck her pretty mouth.

Her hips bucked, and she desperately tried to hide how good this felt. She wanted this. Every bit of it. The pain, the pleasure, the sadomasochistic nature of our relationship. The fear and lust, the hate and love in her eyes as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and I could see her surrendering control, but the tears soaking her face told me she was afraid I wouldn't let her come.

"Please, Arch-," she whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.

Her plea hung in the air, unfinished, as I watched her squirm in her restraints. She was mine now, body and soul, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Her fear, her desire, her love for me—it was all so intoxicating.

I finally took pity on her and allowed her to come, but only on my terms. As I thrust the cold handle of the knife into her, I used my free hand to tantalize her clit, applying just enough pressure to send her over the edge.

Her screams filled the room as her body convulsed beneath me. I could feel the transfer of energy between us, the bond between us growing stronger with each thrust of the knife. I knew she felt it too; the darkness that was hers and mine merged in that moment.

As she came down from her orgasm, I pulled the knife out of her, admiring the wet hilt, now covered in her cum. She still panted heavily, eyes watching me, but relief and satisfaction covered her face. And as I looked down at her, at her blood and my blood mingling on the sheets, I knew we were both a match made in hell. "Welcome to my darkness, little rabbit.”

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