Page 57 of Kept

His eyes meet mine. “Mine. Ryder’s. Maverick’s.”

The handle of the knife slides up my center and back down, a warm and solid weight. He pauses it right at my entrance, and I suck in my breath as he moves it in a circle.

All of them? They all want to do… this?

I won’t survive it.

I’m not sure I’ll survive this.

“Nobody else touches what’s ours.” His eyes are still on mine, and I lift my hips, chasing the promise in the gentle touches. “I will kill them, prey. I will kill them slowly, and then I’ll fuck you on top of their corpse. Tell me you understand.”

My nod feels frantic. “I do. I understand.”

He rewards me with the push of the knife handleinside, and I throw my head back in a quiet moan at the feel of it pushing inside me. It feels so big, and Enzo laughs darkly when I gasp it out loud.

“This is nothing,” he promises. “My finger alone is twice the size, prey. I’m going to split you in half on my cock, and you’re going to beg me for more.”

He slides the knife in and out, my hips settling into a rhythm as I try to settle the clawing need in my belly. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. “Enzo, please.”

He hums. “So fucking needy.”

But he spreads his hand out, his fingers moving over me, rolling and flicking a specific spot that makes stars burst in my eyes.

“You like me playing with your clit,” he observes. “Look at me. Watch me, prey.”

When I stare at him dazedly, he leans down, and I try to pull away from the overload of sensation as his mouth seals over me, licking and circling until the clawing changes into fireworks and my back bows off the bed. Something releases inside me, a burst of fireworks that shatter as I scream. Enzo keeps going even after I beg him to stop, my breath rasping out of my lungs in hoarse pants as he plays with me until my panting changes to a broken sob.

“Please,” I cry. “Enough. For now.”

When Enzo pulls back, his face is damp, the dark curls everywhere as he stands and moves closer to me. His lips hover over mine. “Maybe I’ll carry on,” he whispers against my mouth. “You taste like my own personal hell, little prey.”

Sudden embarrassment heats my cheeks. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Instead of answering, he presses his mouth against mine, his tongue sweeping inside and tangling with mine as he pushes my taste onto me. There’s a hint of sweetness and something almost musky about it, and I’m not sure which part is me and which is him.

Enzo’s breathing is almost as harsh as mine when he pulls back, and we stare at each other in silence. I’m bare from the waist down, Ryder’s shirt rucked up, hair trailing everywhere, and the look in his eyes as they slowly look me up and down makes my breath catch.

“Ours,” he growls. “Don’t forget.”

I shake my head as a voice calls out from behind me.

“Princess, I think we should – what the fuck?”

22 – Ryder

Speechlessnessisn’tsomethingI’mparticularly familiar with, but my mouth is dry as I take in the sight of Zella sprawled across Enzo’s fuckingtorture table.

The breath disappears from my chest as my steps eat up the space between us.

“Zella?” Shoving Enzo aside, I lean over her frantically, checking for signs of impending death and undoing the leather straps holding her in place. She blinks up at me lazily, her cheeks flushed with color.

“Hi, Ryder.”

Her whisper is almost shy, and the panic tightening my chest recedes as I take in the situation that’s entirely different to my first dark thoughts. My eyes drop to where her toes are curled inwards, following the trail of golden skin up to the curls I saw last night.

Except… they’re not there anymore.

Sucking in a breath, I turn to Enzo. He’s leaning against the wall nonchalantly, twirling a knife between his fingers in that irritating way he likes.

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