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His knees part as I step in between them, dropping to my knees in front of him while I continue to move the knife lower and lower on his body. He’s rock hard and his erection is directly in front of my face. Ignoring it, I focus on the wounds that I leave on his skin, my fingers trailing through the beads of blood, painting his body red.
As I reach his groin with the knife, I move it closer to his dick. With my free hand, I grab his shaft, slowly stroking him as I bring the tip of the blade to the base. Onyx sucks in a sharp breath when I drag it along his length, the tiny blood vessels breaking as I introduce oxygen to his blood.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, dropping his head back as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. With the knife still in my hand, I move it away from his body and slide my mouth down along his length. I inhale his scent before his dick slips into the back of my throat.
My lips don’t reach the base of his shaft as I feel the tip of him pressing against my throat. Gripping with my hand, I begin to stroke him in tandem with my mouth as I pull back. My tongue swirls around him and my lips create a suction as my head bobs, moving up and down.
Onyx slips one of his hands into my hair, gripping it tightly at the base of my neck as he pushes my head down further onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into the back of my throat. The movement causes me to gag and cough, choking around him. My eyes begin to water, and I can feel saliva dripping down my chin.
His grip is firm on the back of my head as he holds me in place with his cock down my throat. “Remember what I told you, baby? I was going to show you who your fucking daddy is, while you suffocate with my cock shoved down your throat.” Hepauses, his lips curling upward into a sinister smirk as I look up at him through my lashes. “How’s it feel now?”
He doesn’t let me move. My lungs constrict as they’re starved of oxygen. I attempt to breathe in through my nose, but it doesn’t work with his cock down my throat, blocking off my airway. I try to shift backward, but Onyx pushes his length in further. Tears stream down the sides of my face as I violently choke.
My saliva runs down my chin, dripping onto the floor by my knees. The oxygen depravation has my head swimming, my peripheral vision growing blurred and black as the edges begin to move inward. I hear Onyx murmuring, but I can’t focus on his words as it sounds like he’s miles away right now.
I know this feeling. I’ve felt this feeling when I’ve tried to stay under water with Onyx for as long as he does.
This is what dying feels like.
Onyx tightens his grip on my hair, but instead of continuing to hold me in place, he jerks me away from his cock, just as I’m about to pass out. I fall backwards, unable to get my hands under me to brace myself for the fall. As he leaves my mouth, I inhale deeply, feeling the air pass into my lungs.
I expect to hit the floor, but instead Onyx holds me up by my hair. My skull is on fucking fire, burning as he pulls roughly on the strands. The pain doesn’t even faze me at this point. All my body cares about is inhaling as much oxygen as possible.
Onyx hauls me to my feet, his hand leaving my hair as he grips my hips. “You know that I wouldn’t kill you,” he breathes, nipping at my bottom lip while my heart pounds inside my chest. “I’ll only ever push you to the brink of death, before pulling you away from the edge.”
He spins me around, and I stumble, my body imbalanced and still trying to recover from the oxygen depravation. He shoves me down until my stomach is on the desk, and pushes meforward with his hips until my thighs hit the edge of the cool wood.
My palms are on the desk as I turn my head to the side, my breathing finally slowing. Onyx plants one hand above the temple on the side of my head and the other on my lower back, just above the base of my spine. He forcibly enters me in one violent thrust, his cock filling me to the fucking hilt.
I cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure as I finally come to my senses. Only then do I realize I dropped the knife at some point and completely lost control when Onyx reminded me of who really runs shit here.
His fingertips dig into the skin on my skull as he pounds into me relentlessly. He strokes my insides, each thrust a brutal delight. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but I know if I told him to stop he would. And I would never do that.
It doesn’t take long before he fucks me senseless. I’m screaming his name, my pussy clenching around him as he continues to thrust into me. My orgasm tears through me, just as savage as his volatile touch. Our surroundings begin to fade as I’m sucked into an overwhelming vortex of ecstasy.
My body rides on a wave of euphoria until Onyx is yelling out my name, his orgasm hitting him with full force. He loses himself inside me, filling me with his cum. He doesn’t stop, pounding into me until every last drop is left inside me. I close my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing erratic as I suck in a shallow breath.
He slowly pulls out of me, a rush of cold air instantly replacing the warmth of him behind me before I feel his cum dripping down the insides of my legs.
“Are you good?” His voice is rough and hoarse, but his touch is gentle as he brushes a piece of hair away from my face. He runs his fingers under my chin, stopping as he feels for my pulse.
I slowly lift my eyelids, lifting my head as I attempt to move my body on the desk. My muscles scream out in protest, every fucking inch of my body on fire. I revel in the pain and bask in it as I push myself to turn over. I sit up, scooting toward the edge of the desk as Onyx sits down beside me.
“Selene, tell me you’re okay.”
I look at Onyx, the panic heavy in his eyes. It’s not often that he shows emotion like this, but he must truly be concerned if I can read it in the blue hues of his irises. “I’m alive.”
“Obviously,” he rolls his eyes, running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “Are you okay, though? You know that I wouldn’t actually kill you right.”
I stare back at him, feeling no fear, because the only fear I’ve ever truly felt was when I thought that he might be ripped from my grasp.
“See, that’s the thing that should probably scare me the most… Even if you kill me, I would be happy to die by your hand.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ONYX
Selene is quiet as we race down the streets, heading to our hunting grounds. It is time for us to draw our stalker out of the shadows and take care of this problem once and for all. We both crave the normalcy of how our lives once were—the fucked-up routines we were caught up in before. And now, it is time to eradicate the headache that threatens to ruin everything that we have built.
