Page 265 of Boys Who Hunt
“God, I can’t fucking wait.” I can hear Max’s voice far behind me, gentle, soothing … provocative.
I step backward, driven by those LED masks alone, but I bump into the rocks instead.
Suddenly, they run at me, and I try to flee by crawling on top of the rock, leaving bloodied imprints in my wake. Two hands wrap around my ankle and pull me back down while my nails scratch at the stone.
“Gotchya,” Silas whispers, licking the rim of my ear.
“No, it’s too quick!” I yelp.
“Should’ve run faster then, thief,” Heath growls before he approaches with a whole bunch of ropes.
My eyes widen. “What are you going to do with that?”
“What do you think?” Heath grins.
“Oh God, this is going to be so damn good. I can’t wait,” Max says, salivating at the mouth as he approaches too.
“I don’t take kindly to being denied the pussy I love so fucking much,” Silas whispers into my ear. “So now you’ll be tied and used like the good little slut you are for us.”
Heath throws the ropes around my wrists and ties them together.
Silas grips my bloodied hand and leans in to take a whiff, groaning wildly. “Your blood is like an aphrodisiac to me.” Suddenly, he puts a knife to my throat, making me whimper. “Go on, aren’t you going to scream for me? You know how much I love the sound.”
“Don’t you know me by now? I need a little bit more than just this,” I say with a grin.
“You greedy little thief …” he hisses through his mask.
“Don’t tempt him,” Max warns me.
“Too late.”
Suddenly, Silas puts the knife to my pants instead.
RIP!
I shriek as he tears through it in one go—all the way from my butt down to my legs, shredding my clothes. He plants a handon my back to keep me from moving as the knife handle slides up and down my slit. “You think it’s a smart idea to tease a serial killer like that?”
“You deserved it,” I murmur, trying to keep my whole body from shivering just from the touch of his blade.
I used to hate this so much … but now, when that cold metal hits my skin, it makes me want to moan.
“And you deserve everything you have coming for you,” Heath says, grinning as he kicks my legs apart.
“I told you I would make you love this damn knife …” Silas whispers through the mask, pressing his body up against me. “As much as you fell in love with me.”
I’m already as wet as can be as Silas slowly inserts the handle of the knife into my pussy.
“Tell me. Say it out loud. Say you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I murmur between moans.
He leans in to whisper, “Good, because you’ve stolen my tainted heart, little thief. And you’d better take good care of it while I love you with every inch of my obscene fucking soul.” He grins against my skin. “Now stand there like a good slut and take every inch of this knife until I’m satisfied.”
He thrusts it inside while pressing himself against me as if he wants me to feel him invade my space, and I moan wildly, completely unhinged with lust.
It feels so good. I don’t want him to stop even though that same knife once created the scar on my abdomen. He’s twisted my mind beyond comprehension and distorted my heart untilall it wanted was the debilitating taste of freedom after the fall straight into hell.
Heath grabs my breasts as I’m splayed against the rock and squeezes so hard I mewl.