Page 36 of Little Sparrow

“You want me to hurt you?” He reaches inside his pocket, pulling out his knife that he always carries around with him. I had learnt he named it ‘Reaper,’ the glint from the setting sun shines on the blade, it’s always sharp whenever I see it.

“I want you to hurt me, if that is what you desire,” I confirm, although I know that's what he wants, his face is clouded with darkness, ready to give me what I need. My demon side will take it.

The blade rests under my chin, digging in. A small amount of blood trickles down my neck. “Bend over on the bed.” A shiver runs over my body as he nudges me towards it, I lean over the edge, resting my forearms on the silk sheets. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” Heavy footsteps approach me from behind me, my toes curl in my rug in anticipation. A warm hand runs down my back until he gets to the edge of my underwear. It’s cold where he leaves me, I turn my head but then I feel the sharp sting of his hand on my arse.

“You shouldn’t let anyone else see you like this, you’re mine remember?” I nod, my face leaning into the bedsheets. The outfit is why he is annoyed.

“Use your words. Do you remember?” He repeats.

“Yes.” I mumble into the sheets. Trying not to rub my thighs together.

“Louder.” he demands, with another sting from the palm of his hand.

“YES.” I raise my voice.

The icy blade glides along my hips, underneath the fabric of my underwear, and he cuts it off easily. They drop between my thighs, slightly damp. His leather shoes kick my legs open. “Spread those legs and show me that tight wet pussy,” I try to turn my body but he puts pressure on my upper back, and I can’t move. So I do as he says. My legs open, giving him the view he wants.

The buttons of his shirt dig into my back as he leans over me. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into my ear before biting hard into my shoulder. A moan escapes my throat, goosebumps spread across my body. “That darkness inside of you, it calls to me. It’s as though our fates are entwined. I want to feed your darkness with mine.”

His warmth leaves me and the light thumps of his clothes dropping onto the floor build in my anticipation once more. I wiggle my hips, wanting him inside me. The sharp tip of his knife digs into my side, cutting off the sides of my bra, and slicing into my skin at the same time.

He digs it in harder; the sting makes me tense as he cuts me. My skin knits back together. “You bleed so pretty,” Dante mumbles from behind me as he rubs in the blood on my pale body. “Everything about you. I’m going to carve my name into your flesh. So everyone knows who you belong to.”

My breathing becomes shallow. The tip of his cock rubs against my entrance, teasing me. The hand with the knife touches my face, the silver flat side of the blade is cold on my cheek. “No one else gets to see your body as I do. You are mine. Never forget that.” He thrusts in easily, pushing me up onto my toes from the force. Dante doesn’t give me time to adjust. Sliding back out, right to the tip before thrusting back in. He continues to fuck me ruthlessly, grunting with slam of his hips.

“How do I feel inside you?” He grits.

My fingers clench in the bedsheets. “So fucking good.” I force out through my moans of pleasure, I’m so full of him.

A sharp pain digs into me, and the blade slices down my side, leaving a trail of blood from my shoulder down to where he curves the blade around my arse, sinking deeper in a pattern.His name. The pain feeds the demon inside me, healing me, wanting more. He throws the knife to the floor and fists my hair. “I wanted to hate you when I got here, but I can’t stop wanting you.” He growls as his pelvis pounds into me, my core tightens, my nerves are sensitive all over, I cry out his name in pleasure as I come. Dante holds me up by the waist as he continues to thrust inside me, faster until his cock pulses inside me as he fills me with his cum, moving further inside me. He forces himself deeper.

Our breathing steadies in the room, and he pulls out. Our combined pleasure drips down my thighs. He uses his finger to push it back inside me, moving his finger up to my arsehole, circling it but not quite pushing in. I wiggle back, wondering if he will take me there, but he doesn’t. “Get dressed, you’re going to stay full of me for the rest of the evening.” Then, he spanks me one last time.

Chapter thirty-nine

Dante

Iwrapmyarmsaround Rose, lifting her onto the bed to gently lay her down. My fingers trace along her face, wiping the hair from her sweaty face to reveal her fiery eyes. Thoughts are swirling around my head, it’s becoming harder to concentrate around her since the other night.

“I feel your darkness tugging against mine, pulling it out. I should hate you for it, but I can't. Why can’t I hate you?” My chest heaves as I look at her golden eyes. I know why I don’t truly hate her. I’m falling for her. She’s the insatiable little demon and I’m her master. Bound together somehow those years ago. Never meeting in person but she still found me. Rose gives me a small smile when I put a blanket over her, I can’t have anyone burst in here and see her naked.

My clothes are in a pile on the floor and I pick them up, but I don't put them on yet. The realisation of what we are together truly means washes over me. I turn back to her. I thought I could have loved her before if we were given the chance, but renewing our connection locked everything in place.

Her fiery gaze has gone and replaced with her usual hazel eyes, they look up to me and her smile falters, “I’m not human, how do I know your desire for me is real. I’m made to please, to be the object of every man's wet dream. Succubus even means ‘lie beneath’ so tell me Dante, what do you want from me?” Her hands grip onto the blanket over her heart as she lifts herself up against the headboard, I sit on the bed and pull her forwards, our foreheads touch. We stay in our own bubble like this.

“I don’t just want to fuck you. You’re mine, I wanted you to submit to me. Mind, body and if you had a soul, I’d own that too. Since our dreams. I never forgot about you, not for a second. I had hoped I proved that.” My steady gaze never leaves hers. Rose’s hand rests on my chest, feeling my heartbeat in a natural rhythm. I put my hand over hers to hold it there.

“Tell me, why did my father say you were his if he never touched you?” She tips her head back and looks me in the eyes but her brows are scrunched up. “I’m more like a pet, like you said downstairs. I had a collar and my cage is basically the room I had shown you before you came here, the one with the chain. He had me in that small room for months. Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if he had me microchipped in my sleep.”

Collar and cage?

“Why did you stay here? With your power they are terrified of you.” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer, but knowing I need to. She can’t stay here forever.

“Leo told me my mum is here somewhere, she’s in hiding. I haven’t seen her since I was a kid. He said he would take me to her when she’s ready for me. When it’s safe. I’m still waiting.” Her eyes shine with unshed tears.Fuck, I think I need to tell her.

A lump forms in my throat, I feel sick. I took her mother away from her. My bastard father is lying, of course he would. It won’t be long until he tells Rose the truth to break us apart. She can’t ever know it was my fault. Instead, I grip her chin and bring her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. Hoping it will numb some of the pain in her heart.

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