Page 34 of In The Dark
“Yup. I have two motorcycles I love to ride and way too many helmets to choose from. AndScreamis one of my favorite horror movies.”
“That… that is great information.”
“Feel like taking a field trip to my place?”
“That’s probably too far away. I need some instant gratification.” She blushes and points at my right shoe. “I want to be chased. I want to think I’m not safe, and if I get caught, I won’t like what happens to me.”
“Angel.” I groan and stand, pulling off my last shoe and ripping off my socks. “I’m starting to think you’re a dream. That you’re living inside my head. How are you saying the most perfect things? One more, Max. Tell me one more, and I’ll make all of them come true.”
“I want… I want someone to be rough with me. I don’t want them to hurt me, but I want to have bruises on my ass. Marks on my neck and between my legs. I’m so sick of being treated likethis gentle object who is going to break, when I’m a woman with needs and?—”
I cut off her passionate plea with a sharp kiss. She moans against my mouth, and I fumble with the button on my jeans. Her arms snake around my neck and I yank off my pants, not breaking our contact until I’ve stepped out of the denim, left in a pair of black briefs.
“How long until your friend misses you?” I ask, scooping my hands under her ass and setting her on the table. I scoot her back until her feet can rest on the ledge, and I shove her legs open. “Do you think she’ll try to find you when she realizes you’re gone? Or will it take you screaming my name like the needy fucking slut you are for her to notice?”
“Hunter.” Max claws at my arms with sharp nails. Her eyes widen when I bend down to my jeans and pull out a pocket knife. “What are you doing?”
“I told you the real thing is more fun.” I play with the handle, my eyes never leaving hers. A gasp rushes out of her when I tease the blade against the inside of her thigh, bringing it all the way up to her underwear. I slip the knife under the lace and slice, cutting the thin fabric. “There. Now I can see your pretty cunt.”
THIRTEEN
MAX
The sightof Hunter’s very real, very dangerous knife scares the hell out of me.
It also makes me moan.
He drags it across my belly, teasing me with the blade. He dips it lower, between my legs, and brushes his mouth against mine.
Fuck.
My brain is screaming how wrong this is. He’s touching me with a weapon, an object used to kill and to harm, but my thighs are opening wider. It’s taboo, something I’d never,everthink to use in the bedroom, but I’m panting. Wondering what it would feel like inside of me and desperate to find out if that’s part of his plan.
The competing sensations between his touch and the knife are overwhelming. I don’t know if I want to push him away or ask him to get on his knees, but when he kisses me sweet and slow, my breath catches. I melt into him, savoring the taste of bourbon on his tongue and the glide of his hand along the curve of my shoulders.
“Do you always carry a knife with you?” I ask, my head falling back when he drops his mouth to my neck. “Are you a vigilante stopping crime in our city?”
“No, but I am inspired.” Hunter’s teeth nip at my skin, biting the soft parts of my flesh and leaving a tiny mark behind. “Do you want me to put it away?”
“I-I—” I sigh, words failing me when he moves his lips to my collarbone then the swell of my breast. “No. I just don’t want to hurt myself.”
“I’d never let you get hurt, Max.” He takes my breast in his mouth, tongue flicking against my nipple, and I swear I see stars. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I don’t know if he’s talking about my safety or bringing me the best orgasms of my life, but I don’t care. Both are fine with me, and the slow drag of his tongue down my body as he drops to his knees in front of the table is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a spiritual awakening.
I run my hands through Hunter’s hair. He looks up at me, lust behind his gaze. His fingers dig into my knee and I stretch my legs to accommodate his broad shoulders and wide frame. With his eyes on me and a hand on either one of my thighs, spreading me open for the whole world to see, he lowers his mouth and licks a hot swipe over my pussy.
“Fuck.” I grip the table and lean back on my elbows, the position giving him more space. “Hunter. I thought we were going to have sex.”
“In a minute,” he mumbles, sucking on my clit. “Want to get you off first.”
“You’re so kind.” My laugh snuffs out when he slides two fingers inside me and curls them. “You’ve ruined orgasms for me. I’m going to be disappointed if someone can’t make me come in less than five minutes.”
“I’m the only one who’s going to make you come. You don’t need anyone else.” Hunter grabs the knife off the corner of the table and rubs my clit with the handle in a slow, torturing circle. I gasp at the unexpected change in contact, the texture and pressure so different from his tongue. “I bet you’d look so pretty riding my knife, Max.”
He said the same thing to me in the haunted house. It’s obscene, but I’m picturing it, and I can’t unsee it: the gentle press of the handle against my entrance and the brief flash of uncomfortableness that followed before it melted to delight. Hunter murmuring words of encouragement while he fucked me with the knife. Slow, deep, until he reached the start of the blade. Intoxicating arousal, the tease of danger. All while he watched me, a proud smile on his face while I took everything he gave me.
I’ve never wanted to be reduced to the vessel of someone’s pleasure. I’ve always wanted to be an active participant, an equal partner, but imagining myself there, a mindless being at his disposal is electrifying.
