Page 76 of Slaying for Santa
“Show me.”
I think he actually wants me to kill his best mate, but if that’s what he wants, then I’ll give it to him. I won’t even ask why.
As Wes and I fuck each other at a fevered pace, I reach tothe side, to the back of my red heels, and flip the small clip underneath, releasing the knife.
Kit watches everything I do, his eyes flaring wide and wild as I bring the knife around behind Wes.
With a simple lift of my brow, I silently wait for Kit to stop me, but he doesn’t, so I accept that this is what he wants, and line the blade up at the back of Wes’s neck, being careful not to press it against him so I don’t alert him to what’s about to happen.
The moment I move to press the tip of my blade to his skin, Kit’s hand wraps around my wrist in a death grip, stopping me, and our eyes meet as he slowly, and carefully pries my fingers open, relieving me of the knife as he shakes his head and mouths, “Stop.”
Meanwhile, Wes is none the wiser, still punching up into my pussy, and a level of relief I didn’t expect to feel washes over me.
I really thought he wasn’t going to stop me.
“My turn,” Kit rasps, having slipped the blade into the drawer, and now climbing on the bed behind me.
“Fuck,” Wes pants. “About time. I was about to nut.”
Kit chuckles, the brush of his fingers grazing my arse as he tugs on the butt plug, slowly easing it out.
With the heat of his breath fanning my ear, his voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Enjoy this, Bell. This is the last time you’ll ever be the filling in a sandwich.”
Then he presses his cock to my arse, not covered in a condom like his best mate’s, and he slowly squeezes himself in.
I can tell by the way Wes stops thrusting and waits for Kit to seat himself that they have done this before. Shared a woman.
I’m not too proud to admit that it makes me jealous.
“Kitty,” I breathe, and he and Wes slowly start fucking me, consuming me completely from both sides.
“Yes, Belladonna.” He nips at my ear, and Wes chuckles, obviously having picked up on how much I hate that name.
“You’d better enjoy this too, because this is the last time you share a chick with Wes or anyone else for that matter.”
Wes roars with laughter, and Kit wraps me in his embrace, bringing his hand up to wrap around my throat from behind.
“Deal. Because from now on. You’re mine, andonlymine.”
A whimper escapes me at his words, his grip squeezing my neck a little, even though he said he was going to deny me breath play.
I feel so full, pleasure hitting me from multiple directions as they both fuck me, and all I can do is hold on.
“Wes,” Kit barks. “Bite her nipple.”
My heart flutters with anticipation at Kit’s order, and Wes chuckles, his hand instantly finding my tit and lifting it as his tongue flicks my piercing.
And then he bites. Hard.
At the same time, Kit squeezes my neck, and they both piston into me with sharp punches, which sends me skyrocketing in seconds.
A silent scream scratches my throat as I squeeze my eyes tight, blinding pleasure erupting inside me as wave after wave hits unforgivingly.
A few moments later, Wes releases my nipple as he throws his head back in a roar, and the combination of orgasms helps Kit get over the line, his pulsing cock matching his own groans as he fills my arse with cum.
I feel like I’m floating as our bodies slacken and slump against each other, Wes burying his head in my chest, and Kit in the crook of my neck.
