I bring my fingertips up to her mouth and coat her lips with her arousal. “You look so fucking beautiful all wrung out for me.”
She lunges for me, and I pull back, but her teeth graze the tip of my pointer finger.
“You’ll pay for that, buttercup.”
“The fuck I will!” she spits.
I have no idea what happened to the sweet girl who lives in the apartment upstairs. Logic tells me I should stop this before I fuck something up, but my aching cock won’t let me.
She hisses. “Is this all you got? I expected more from you.”
The disdain in her tone causes something to snap inside of me. Freeing my cock from my pants, I drive into her, bottoming out on the first thrust and filling every millimeter of her tight cunt.
With a ragged scream, she accepts all of me. Despite the vitriol pouring from her mouth, my sweet Lily is still in there. And that’s when I realize she hasn’t been talking to me. Her body is mine, but her mind is somewhere else entirely.
“Lily.” I pull out and drive back in, trying to anchor her back to me.
She closes her eyes and tries to wrench free of my grip.
“Lily! Look at me when I’m fucking you, baby doll.”
Her eyes snap open and focus on mine. She shivers.
“Good girl.”
Her throat constricts under my palm, and I relax my grip a little as I pull out again and thrust back inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she breathes out my name.
Now I got her. I take out my knife and press the button to release the blade. The sound makes her blink, and when her eyes lock on the metal glinting in the harsh lights, she freezes.
“You know your safe word, Lily?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I trail the tip of the blade between her breasts and over her nipple, following its path with my tongue. Her heart hammers against her sternum. Her tits heave with every breath. My cock pulses as I go on nailing her to the hood of the car and she spasms around me. She’s so close to oblivion, and I want her to fall the fuck apart as she comes undone for me.
I trail the knife lower. It bites into her nipple, and she screams her pain. Pain that makes her pussy gush around my cock. “You gonna come like a good little whore?”
“Y-yeah.” Her walls flutter around me, signaling that she’s right there, and I sink the sharp edge into her soft flesh, watching as it slices her open. I lick the blood from her wound as her back bows in half. She drenches my cock with her sweet juices and screams my name.
The coppery tang of her blood on my tongue. The scent of her release thick in the air. The way her pussy squeezes my cock like I’m the only thing tethering her soul to this earth. All of it combines into an earth-shattering explosion. I come inside her with a roar that is drowned out by the deafening sound of blood rushing in my ears.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
LILY
Every inch of my body aches. I lack the energy to say a word as Zeke pulls me up from the hood of the beautiful car he just fucked me on. If what we just did can even be called fucking. It felt like nothing else I’ve ever experienced in my life. Like so much more than anything I’ve ever done before.
His strong hands glide over my arms almost reverently, completely at odds with the man who rutted me like a lust-blinded animal a few moments ago. He unfastens the handcuffs, and I sag against his broad chest.
He gently circles my wrists with the pads of his thumbs and forefingers, soothing the chafed skin. “I got you, buttercup,” he murmurs against my hair. “You did so good.”
I mumble incoherently, so tired I could sleep for a week.
He hoists me into his arms and cradles me close to his chest. “Let’s get you upstairs” are the last words I hear him say.
When my eyelids flutter open again, I’m in Zeke’s bed, and he’s wiping me down with a warm cloth. I look down to see the small knife wound just above my ribs, and the memory of him cutting me sends a fresh jolt of electricity between my thighs. What the hell is wrong with me?
“It stopped bleeding, but I’m going to glue it, okay? It won’t scar.”
“It won’t?” I ask, surprised at the disappointment that washes over me.
“No, buttercup. Did you want it to?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head, still woozy from whatever the hell happened in the basement. “Kind of. Is that weird?” I graze my fingertip over the wound. “I kinda like having a permanent reminder of you.”
He sucks in air through his teeth. “Jesus fuck, Lily.”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment. “What? Is that crazy?”
He dusts his lips over the cut and looks up at me with fire burning in his dark eyes. “No, baby doll. It’s hot as fuck.”
“Oh.”
He trails featherlight kisses down my body as he wipes the blood and cum from my skin. His lips feel so good on me. His hands work quickly and tenderly, and something profound and carnal and long forgotten makes tears well in my eyes. “I love you, Zeke.” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. Holding my breath, I brace myself for his reaction.
“I know you do, buttercup. I love you too.”
My heart swells with relief and joy. Of course he loves me. I feel it every day. With an unabashedly wide smile on my face, I let my head sink back into the pillow and enjoy the way he caresses and massages my limbs until all the aches from earlier have all but disappeared. All too soon, his heat disappears.
“I’m going to get the glue so I can seal that wound. I’ll be right back.”
I whimper anyway but keep my eyes closed and wait patiently. True to his word, he’s back a moment later. “This won’t hurt.”
“Well, it seems I’m quite partial to a little pain anyway.”
“You took it all like a fucking warrior. Your first time too. I thought for sure you were going to use your safe word.”
I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his beautiful dark eyes peering into my soul. “Maybe, you’re my safe word, Zeke.”
He frowns. “That’s not—”
“I mean, I feel safe with you. Always, no matter what. Even when you had the knife, I knew you’d never cause me real harm.” I shake my head and throw my arm over my face, aware that I’m babbling. “It sounds crazy, and I can’t explain it, but it’s the truth.”
He tugs my hand and uncovers my face. “It doesn’t sound crazy, buttercup.” The deep rolling timbre of his voice soothes me. “And that fact that you feel safe with me means more to me than you can ever know.”
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. “Don’t you need to glue my wound?”
“It’s all done.” I glance down and see the cut has been sealed, expertly by the looks of it. Just how much practice has he had doing this? He wraps one arm around my back and shuffles me so that I’m lying on top of him like he’s my human pillow. I have nowhere to lay my head except for his chest.
“Um, Zeke.” I wriggle in his grip.