Page 107 of Burdened Bonds

With the knife still gripped in her right hand, she frees my cock with her left and then she takes the head of me into her mouth, her lips crimson with blood like the hint of that magic pulsing in the air.

This little rabbit has a dark side. One that wants to come play. One that wants to come play with me.

She sucks on my cock like something possessed. And I was wrong. A knife in my little rabbit’s hand isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My little rabbit with a knife in her hand and my cock in her mouth is.

Someone should fucking paint this. Hang it in some gallery.

She swirls her tongue around my cockhead, and then takes me further into her mouth, sucking up and down my shaft, until my legs are shaking and I’m vibrating on the fucking chair, my nails deep in the wood.

I lift my hips, thrust inside her sweet mouth, and she pulls away, my cock leaving her mouth with a pop that reminds me of bubblegum.

“Deep throat me, Renzo,” she growls, waving the knife dangerously close to my cock, “and I will castrate you.”

“But little rabbit,” I whine, because I want to stuff my cock right down her throat and have her choking on it.

“I mean it.”

She rests the blade against my thigh.

“All right,” I say. “All right.”

I like pain. I also like my cock. And my balls. My thigh? She can fuck that up as much as she likes.

She keeps the knife resting where it is and takes my cock back inside her mouth, continuing right where she left off, only now she sucks me harder, the sounds she’s making delicious and dirty.

Pleasure radiates around my body, more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced before. But it’s not the same without the pain.

“Cut me, little rabbit.” Her eyes leap up to mine and for a moment she does nothing. Then she presses the blade into my flesh and I come, grunting as loud as I can so that the fucking professor can hear wherever the fuck he is.

My little rabbit swallows all my spunk down her throat, and when she’s done, she rocks back on her heels and licks her lips.

“Satisfied?” she asks.

I lean forward on my seat, taking the knife from her hand, and wiping the blood from the blade with my finger, pressing my finger between her lips in the next moment. She licks away the crimson liquid.

“Yeah,” I say, eyes all over her, fascinated by this girl.

But I’m lying. She’s right not to trust me.

I won’t be satisfied until I’m bound to her for eternity.

Dramatic? I always have been. It’s my greatest asset.

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Rhi

I sleepwith Winnie again that night because I can’t be dealing with the quarrel that’s likely to ensue if I choose Stone over Renzo, or Renzo over Stone. Not that I do sleep. I’m switching between my body being wracked with worries – about Azlan, about Spencer, about all our other friends out there – and my body being flooded with … well … lust, my mind floating back to what happened in the bathroom and the kitchen today.

I can see there may be some advantages to five mates, even if keeping the peace between them is going to be an ongoing challenge.

Just after midnight, I hear a sound from the ground floor and sit upright in the bed. Pip’s migrated from the end of the bed to a position between Winnie and me on the mattress.He’s also dressed in a knitted cardigan and what looks like a baby’s bonnet. Something Winnie discovered in one of the wardrobes and insisted he needed to wear.

Both he and Winnie are snoozing peacefully, Pip looking comfortable for once, and I decide not to disturb them, tugging a hoodie over my t-shirt and creeping to the door.

On the other side, I can hear Renzo snoring quietly and I pull back the door gently, finding him curled up like a dog on the other side. I step over him and pause at the banister. From below there’s the sound of heavy boots, and maybe I’d be sounding the alarm if I didn’t recognize those footsteps.

I pad down the staircase and find the man in black in the kitchen, standing by the window, staring blankly out of the dark window.