Page 268 of Boys Who Hunt
He leans in and steals a kiss from her while I tear off my mask. So I do the same, stealing him away from her, before I kiss her too, tonguing the two of them at the same time until our moans turn into one.
Not one, but two of my favorite toys as my fucking lovers.
Mine to use … mine to fucking cherish.
Until the day we fucking perish.
Silas
I ripIvy away from their lips and throw her down onto the muddy ground where my knife lies. I straddle her and shove her legs up far above her waist, exposing that filthy little pussy for everyone to see. And I give it a good slap so that I can listen to her scream.
“That’s my girl,” I growl as I push the knife into her cheek. “I need more. I’ll always need more, little thief. The one thing you stole wasn’t yours to take … so now you’ll have to endure a lifetime of beggary. Think you can do it?”
“Silas,” Max says through gritted teeth like he’s scared for her.
But Heath holds him back by grabbing his throat and kissing him instead, distracting him long enough so I can finally have some one-on-one time with her.
She whispers, “You won’t kill me.”
The edge of the blade punctures her skin. “Tell me why you think that a serial killer would be able to stop himself.”
“You made a deal …” Her eyes sparkle. “A new deal. One neither of us can ever run away from.”
Forgiveness.
That’s what she promised to deliver to my greedy fucking heart.
The one thing I will never be given freely … unless I work for it every damn day of the rest of my life.
Grinning, I pull at my mask and tear it off, chucking it aside. “Then you truly are a master thief,” I say, slowly sliding the knife down her body as I lean up to watch the fear slowly build in her eyes. “Stealing not just my heart … but my freedom too.”
I puncture her skin right above the scar I have already created to draw out a letter.
“You’re chained to me, Ivy,” I murmur as I pierce her skin again, finishing the first letter.
“And I need the entire world to know you belong to me in every sense of the word.”
“God!” she yelps as I carve the second letter.
“God can’t hear you in the depths of hell, little thief. But the devil can … and he sure loves to hear you beg,” I murmur.
Her blood pulsates with heat, and I bring some to my lips and suck it up gleefully before adding the third letter.
“You can do it.”
She sucks in a breath through her teeth.
“Look at me.”
Tears stain her eyes, but she keeps them fixated on me as I carve the fourth one deep into her skin.
“Good girl. Just one more.”
I bring my thumb to her eyes to pick up the stray tear and lick it off. Then I etch the final word into her skin while her drawn-out moan fills the open air, and birds flock to the scene.
I throw the knife to the side. “Now, say the word I spelled out.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Silas.”