Page 70 of Deviant Knight

“Use the goddamn blade. Show me that you know how to hurt me, Ciera. Make me bleed.”

Swallowing, she rests the knife’s sharp edge across his palm, but she doesn’t make any movements that’ll cut him. Forcing her to comply, Domenico squeezes her throat, cutting off her airflow.

“Unless you want to pass out again, I suggest you cut my hand,a pheata,” he says, calling her his pet in Irish, and for whatever reason, using that term instead of the English version makes her jaw tic and then she slices through the skin in one quick, clean, swipe of the blade.

Crimson pools in his hand, but not for long. Releasing her throat, he smashes his bloody hand against her mouth and runs his hand down her neck and through the valley of her breast, painting her such a beautiful color that it makes not only my dick swell inside of her but Dom’s does too.

“What does she look like with my blood coating her?”

“Like a Viking warrior bitch that just slaughtered a village and is fucking on a pile of dead bodies,” I say, my eyes locked on hers.

Her muscles tense and then start to contract around me. Not being able to stop it, my ball sack tightens and my release shoots through the tip of my dick as Dom releases his cum inside my ass. Her walls don’t let up, making cum continue shooting out.

It’s in this moment that I realize how royally fucked I really am.

Being inside of her while he’s inside of me is earth-shattering. My ass may be raw from Dom’s thick dick, but it’s my soul they left tattered after burning straight through the center of my chest.

A man doesn’t come back from this shit.

They’ve ruined me and barely broke a sweat doing it.

CHAPTER 37

CIERA

My head is so chaotic right now I can’t think straight.

An hour ago, Sienna asked if I wanted to go with her, Sasha, and Brooklyn to get a manicure and a pedicure. Needing space from Domenico and Krishna, I said, absofuckinglutely, not even thinking about the words before they rolled off my tongue.

She looked at me like I had a screw loose but nodded and said let’s go. So, now I’m in the back seat of Krishna’s SUV with Sasha in the driver’s seat, Sienna seated on her right and Brooklyn and me in the back. The three demon-looking dogs are in the cargo section.

It’s not that I don’t want to be around Dom or K, but it’s more that when I am around them, the need to have both of them touching me at the same time is more than I know how to handle.

They’re overwhelming, and just when I think the intensity can’t bloom anymore, everything inside me inflates, filling every cell with an emotion I don’t understand. I don’t even know if it’s good or bad.

“Hey,” Sienna calls out as she glances over her shoulder, speaking to me. “After the nail salon, we have to stop and get a cake. Since we didn’t officially celebrate Dom’s birthday, I’m rectifying that.”

“When was his birthday?” I ask, having not known he had one recently. It’s not like I’ve been in their lives that long so it could have been a few weeks ago.

A smirk licks up one side of her mouth. “Your wedding day and Dom’s birthday were the same day. Did Domenico not tell you? You were Daddy’s birthday present to my big brother.”

“Domino likes Tootsie Pops. Not cake,” Sienna’s stepdaughter says in the snarkiest tone I’ve ever heard while the shock of Sienna’s admission sinks in. Brooklyn twists as much as she can to face me while strapped to her booster seat. “I know his favorite candy. Did you?”

“Still haven’t taken care of that, I see,” Sasha says under her breath in a way that we all hear her.

“You want me to shatter a girl’s first crush? Really? Don’t you remember yours?”

“Yeah,” she states. “I married him. You did too, bitch.” Glancing at Sienna from her right, she says, “I don’t think that’s in Brooklyn’s cards.”

Before Sienna responds, a phone from inside the vehicle starts to ring. Sienna picks her cell phone up from between her legs and answers it.

“Dude,” she says in an annoyed tone. “We’ve been gone for thirty minutes. She’s fine. You and K can live without her for a couple of hours.”

She’s silent for a second, then her head swings to me, her eyes full of surprise. “Say what?” she says into the phone while keeping her stare focused on me.

“I just don’t know what to say to all that shit right now.” More silence as she listens to the person on the phone.

Her tongue clucks and then she sighs in frustration.

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