Page 73 of Behind the Scenes
If I had, we wouldn’t be here now.
“Were you this wet for me that night?” she asked, using her other hand to spread me.
The handle of the knife nudged against my clit, and the smallest zap of pleasure ran through me.
The man let out a small gurgle. It was his last. We both knew it, and neither of us cared.
Wewere a lot more important.
Harley dragged the handle from my clit to my entrance. It was so achingly slow that my thighs started to shake.
I couldn’t handle this calm and collected version of her.
I wanted fast. I wantedhard. I wanted the pure, uncontrolled monster.
But that was a fantasy version of Harley. As much as I wanted it, I was sure it would be far less intoxicating than the way that she looked at me when she had full control. Like now.
She released her monster, but the monster wants to take its time with me.
“I would have let you fuck me,” I admitted.
The breath rushed from my lungs when she pushed the handle against my entrance. I spread my legs wider, and my mouth fell open, but no sound was allowed to escape.
She knew what I needed. She pushed the handle in, keeping just a bit out to stay in control so she could slowly pump it into me.
My pussy clenched on it, aching for more, each thrust feeling so painfully slow that it was threatening to break me completely.
She leaned forward, her gaze holding mine as she licked the length of my chest to neck, blood and all.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered against my skin. I bucked against her, letting her know what I wanted, and she picked up her thrusts. Her free hand came to rub circles over my clit as her tongue continued to lap at the most sensitive parts of my neck.
I was going to come embarrassingly fast. And to think I always found it hard to come before, my mind always too far away.
Until she came along.
I felt everything tenfold. The blood against my skin. Her wet, hot tongue against my neck. Her teeth against my skin. And the handle fucking me.
“I can’t… Harley, I?—”
“Come for me, my love. Show me just how fucked-up and twisted that mind of yours truly is. Show me howmineyou truly are.”
And with those words, I exploded.
I chose her. It was a dangerous decision—a possibly stupid one too. But in that moment, as my cunt clenched around the knife and pleasure took over my body, as I felt her everywhere, it didn’t matter.
All I could think about was Harley and me.
All that mattered wasus.
harley
. . .
Ifelt like a new woman. Walking on cloud nine.
All my dreams had come true. I had Laura at my side, and not only was she willing to stay—she wanted to. She didn’t shy away from the darkness inside me.
She encouraged it.
