Page 16 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

It is thrilling.

Layton drops the knife to my pussy, and I gasp in surprise when he lightly but quickly slaps the flat of the blade against me. I cry out, throwing my head back. I open my legs further, eager to have him in between them, but instead of his cock, he thrust the handle of the blade up my cunt, thrusting deeply until his hand is pressing against my wet heat.

“I want to feel you,” he growls softly. “Do I need to cover up?”

“No,” I pant. “I’m good.”

He withdraws the handle of the knife and licks it clean before he slides it back into the holster. “Me too,” he says and turns me around again, pushing me over the back of the couch. He settles in between my legs, his tip at my entrance.

I let out a long, loud moan as he eases his huge cock inside me right up to the hilt. He is enormous both in length and girth and my knees threaten to buckle under the pleasure he is giving me. I wiggle my ass and he smacks it. I yelp, but wiggle again so he will repeat the process. He does. His strong hand, giving me a proper resounding smack before he runs his hand tenderly over the hot spot. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, just letting his cock fill me up, but then he grabs my hips and withdraws almost completely before he roughly slams back into me, shoving the couch forward with his vigor.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out. “That’s it. Fuck me hard.”

He grunts, digging his fingers into my hips, bruising me, but I don’t care. I want to feel the bite of pain before the pleasure takes over completely, sweeping me up in the tidal wave of ecstasy that crashes to shore moments later, only to swell up again, making my knees buckle. He lets go of my right hip and bunches his fist into my ponytail. He wraps it around his hand and pulls back, arching my back.

“Fuck, Ruby,” he pants, pulling harder on my hair until I’m upright and crying out for more.

His other hand closes around my throat and he squeezes gently. Automatically, my hands go up to his and that’s when he increases the pressure, choking me while he fucks the living daylights out of me.

“Fuck, yes, sweetheart,” he mutters. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Back at you,” I cough out when he releases his hold on me and grabs my hips again. He shoves me away slightly, so his cock slips out and turns me around. He lifts me up and then straight down onto his cock to ride him in the middle of my sitting room, like a cowgirl on her last day on Earth.

Another climax thunders over me, clutching his cock, milking him until he can’t hold on any longer. With a roar of triumph, he detonates inside me, filling me up with his cum until it slides back out and down my thighs.

Panting, I plant a kiss on his lips and climb off him, fully expecting him to pull up his pants and leave. Instead, he picks me up, cradling me in his massive arms, nuzzling my neck softly.

“I’ll run you a warm bath,” he says and heads in the direction of the corridor on the opposite side of the sitting room which clearly leads to the bedrooms.

I frown at him. “You don’t have to do that,” I say, wondering what the hell he is doing.

“Ruby,” he says. “I may not have been responsible for the marks on your back, but I’ve hurt you and I know how to take care of my woman.”

“Your woman now, am I?” I ask with a laugh as he makes his way down the long corridor to my bedroom, where I gestured despite my protest.

“Whether you have me as your man again or not, I’ll always do the right thing,” he says, almost affronted that I dare to think otherwise.

Suddenly, I feel a shift deep inside me. I may not know this man at all, but the parts I’ve seen of him are undeniably arousing. He has given me everything that I wanted tonight. Everything that I was craving and that has built up over an incredibly stressful day. I want to keep him around, but…

“Layton?”

“Yes, Ruby?”

“You’re fired,” I snort with a loud laugh as he drops me lightly on my bed and shakes his head at me, chuckling softly as he makes his way into the en-suite to run me a deep, warm bath.

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