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“Careful! It’s not healed yet.” I stop my hand from gripping his arm right before I touch him. I don’t want to make his knife falter.
“Calm, Reginetta. I won’t touch the ink.” His free hand grabs me from under my chin and tilts my head back, not allowing me to watch what he’s doing. He stands closer, looming over me until our gazes lock. “Give me your trust, yes?”
He searches me, waiting for me to submit to him. I think all he’s wanted from the moment I was stolen away is to have me surrender my complete and utter trust in him. To give him control over my safety.
And for him, the only way he wants to see proof of it is by letting him cut me. For him to hold power over my life at the tip of his blade. To trust him not to harm me, or let me bleed until the point of death…
I don’t need to see his chest to instinctively know exactly where to press my hand over his heart. The pounding beat flutters under my hand, creating a connection between us that’s probably all in my head.
“I trust you, Vanner. With my whole heart.” I lick my lips, an unexpected wave of nerves creeping up on me. Yet I’m committed to saying it after Jasper worked his magic. “I love you, but can we quit the mushy stuff and get to that fucking you were promising me earlier?”
If I have one more damn gushy moment today, I’ll stab whichever man is closest.
Vander’s hand squeezes my jaw painfully, his face getting as close as it can without touching me. “You’ll take what I give you when I give it.”
He steps away, leaving me bereft of all touch. I’m stunned for a moment, not having expected him to do that. Before I process what’s happening next, there’s a sharp pain on my inner thigh. Glancing down, I find the first beading drop of blood spilling onto my skin, coming from a small line of red.
Vander watches it for a second before making two more cuts and setting the knife on the counter beside me. His hands glide along my legs before bringing them up and pressing them together, resting them on his chest. He thrusts his cock between my legs, right where the cuts are.
“Coat my cock in your blood, Reginetta. Get me slick so I can fuck your ass exactly how you want it.” He’s barely done speaking before he thrusts his hips. The cuts sting with the irritation, his cock catching on my skin without any lubrication coating it yet. But I suppose that’s the point. He wants to make me bleed on him until he’s coated in it.
A fresh wave of wetness floods my pussy. The damn bitch is wet as fuck, dripping for attention. And yet his words and blatant show of purposefully ignoring my cunt makes more desire flow from me? How does that make sense?
I’m more turned on for it all the same.
He thrusts back and forth—spreading the blood to what I imagine is one side of his cock—until he’s happy with it. He must notice my unsure expression, because he says, “Don’t worry, Jasper’s cum will help coat my cock.”
His words, plus the situation in general, makes something inside me snap. It’s like some feral side of me breaks free, and I can’t get enough of the depravity. My hands find the edge of the counter, and I grip it tightly, knowing if I’m feeling this way, then Vander must be too, which means a brutal pounding is coming my way.
Thank Jasper for having fucked me first because Vander finds my hole and shoves right in until his balls press firmly against my ass. No further prep, simply sliding home to the hilt like a goddamn bastard.
And me being the unhinged bitch I am, freaking loves the brutality of it. It’s so him. The man who fucked me with a knife, and then again with a gun. He brings out a side of me that’s totally different from the crazy Cole gets.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out when he doesn’t start pumping into me.
Vander grunts, shakes his head, and grips my throat. He uses it as leverage to first hold me in place as he slides mostly free, then as a tool to slam me onto his cock. I know I’ll have a bruise on my neck the size of his hand tomorrow. But I don’t care. I crave the pain. I crave the ability to give my body over to him and know I’ll be rewarded with soul crushing orgasms.
His cock slams into me, over and over, my legs trapped on his chest so I’m unable to see anything, but knowing his cock must be covered in not only my blood, but Jasper’s cum too. My imagination runs wild, and I close my eyes, picturing what it must look like.
My head cracks against the mirror behind it, thankfully not shattering the glass as he pounds into me harder. Each thrust trying to reach deeper than the one before, even when he’s gone as far as he can. Jasper’s cum gives him all the slickness he needs to slide in and out as fast as he can.
Pain and pleasure battle, neither winning in the end. I must chalk it up to a tie because I’m unable to come until Vander quickly nicks the middle of the heart on my chest. The unexpected added pain unlocks the crushing pleasure.
My eyes flash open and I scream his name. My back arches like I’ve been electrocuted and my legs shake violently. He watches me smoothly, eating me up with his gaze. His fingers dip to my newest cut, gathering the blood and using it to pinch both nipples, like he simply wanted to add more color to them.
Smiling, he spreads my legs, showing off the smeared blood between my thighs and the aching pussy between them. “So fucking beautiful, Reginetta. Shall we use this taunting sight to entice your boyfriend in the next room?”
“Yes.” The single word turns into a hiss when he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing small circles around the swollen bundle of nerves.
“I knew you were a slut, wanting to show off this pussy.” He rips his hand away before I’m able to get anywhere near a sense of relief—not to mention the gaping absence of his cock from my ass—and throws me over his shoulder.
He strides from the room, his hand coming down against my ass with a bruising slap that ignites the remaining evidence of Jasper’s punishment. I yelp and squirm, making his shoulder dig into my stomach as I attempt to escape his hold.
My cheeks are well and truly bruised at this point, yet I somehow still want a cock pounding my hole. Go figure on that one.
He tosses me unceremoniously on the bed, leaving me to figure out which way is up. When I prop myself on my hands and push my hair out of my face, I find Jasper sitting in an armchair in front of me. His legs spread open, showing off his cock standing at attention, his arms on the sides as if he’s dressed in a suit showing off a power pose. It’s hot as fuck, my mouth watering at the sight.
“Crawl to him like the greedy whore you are,” Vander says from behind me. I’m too transfixed to turn my head and look for him. Instead, I crawl off the bed, my ass raised in the air as I reach for the floor and continue on to Jasper.
