Page 269 of Boys Who Hunt

As blood rivulets down her skin, I admire my artwork, and my fingers trace the lines. “Silas’s thief.”

I bring my fingers to my lips and suck off her blood, the taste exhilarating and beyond this fucking world.

I lift her hips and watch her eyes follow me down as my tongue dips out to lick the blood straight off the letters on her skin. I shove two fingers into her and roll them around while I apply lavish licks to the wound I created until the agony on her face is replaced by bliss, and nothing is left but sheer wantonness for my deranged love.

And I keep thrusting them in and out of her, coaxing out more moans while watching her unravel right in front of me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” she mewls.

“Yes, come all over the blood on my hands,” I say, rubbing her G-spot.

She moans out loud as her legs quake, and all the hairs on her skin come to life when suddenly, her pussy contracts around my fingers.

I grin with pride as I lower her down and bring my tip to her slit, hovering so close I can feel her whole body tighten. “Now beg.”

“Please …” she whimpers, lost to both the pain and the pleasure while I rip through her with no-holds-barred.

My hand lodges around her throat as I bury myself deep inside her and lean over to smash my lips on hers. “My fucking thief. To have and to hold.”

I fuck her so hard, her whole body begins to quake, and her bound hands search the air for something, anything to hold on to. I offer her my neck, smiling proudly as she digs her nails into my skin and squeezes my throat shut.

But I will never, ever stop fucking with her.

She is mine now, and I am hers.

And with the taste of her blood running down my fucking tongue, I come harder than I ever have before.

Insidemyfucking thief.

The only girl who has ever managed to steal this fucking pitch-black heart.

CHAPTER 64

Ivy

Suddenly,he lifts me and spins us around until he’s beneath me, and I’m on top of him, where he keeps fucking me.

“You thought I was finished?” he says.

“Fuck, I can’t take this any longer,” Max says as he kneels behind Silas just to touch me.

“Use her then if you want her so badly,” Heath says, approaching from the front, admiring the view of me riding Silas.

But I’m too lost in ecstasy, and the need for more of this fucked-up love has drowned out all the noise inside my head.

Silas suddenly picks up the knife and pushes it into my hands.

“Now it’s your turn.”

“What?” I mutter.

“Cut me.”

I shudder in disbelief, but Silas grabs my wrists and forces me down on top of him. The sharp end of the knife pushes into his skin … right where he marked himself.

“You know your name. Give it to me.”

When I don’t move, he forces me to, writing out the first letter.