Page 190 of Conquered

“I’m okay,” I rasp out, my heart pounding in my chest. I trust Kai, even now. He won’t hurt me, not ever.

Kai growls at Loki, low and loud in return, and this time a moan leaves me, my hands grasping at the tabletop on either side of my head. It’s such a fucking sexy sound that I can’t help but squirm, seeking relief for the desperate ache that has built so suddenly in my core.

“Do. Not. Move,” Kai rumbles behind me in a voice so unlike his own that I immediately obey.

I hear the rustle of foil, then suddenly my legs are being kicked apart wider seconds before I feel the tip of him nudging at my entrance. An animalistic keen sounds in my throat as he pushes inside me, forcing his way into my tight channel with no preparation, his metal hitting me in all the right places. A hand wraps around my messy bun, pulling me up sharply, my palms supporting my weight as I finally look round me, both of us moaning when he bottoms out.

All three guys are now standing, watching us with a mixture of lust and worry, yet their sweats are tented. I meet each of their stares, giving them a small smile to show that I’m okay. My heart rate picks up because even though I trust Kai completely, this is uncharted territory for us.

His monsters are riding him hard, and I’ve laid down a challenge that he’s unable to resist. However, I’d be lying if I said that the fear is not turning me all the way on, and if the grunt behind me is any indication, Kai can feel my pussy clenching around him in excitement.

Kai presses us forward, taking something from the table that I’m unable to see due to his tight grip on my hair.

“Kai!” Ash exclaims, stepping forward with his eyes wide just as I feel cool metal pressed against the top of one of my breasts.

“Tell him your safe word, darling,” Kai purrs in my ear, his breath hissing as my inner walls tighten round him.

“Red,” I whisper, holding Ash’s worried gaze. I’ve an idea of what Kai might be doing, and if I’m correct, I can totally understand why it may be triggering for Ash. “I’m okay, Ash. Truly.”

He gives a brief nod, but I can see his hand shake as it sweeps through his hair, even as his gaze fills with lust, his inner Dom enjoying watching me in fear. Kai chooses that moment to use his grip to tip my head down so that I can see that my guess was correct. He’s holding a small fruit knife with a wooden handle,and a wicked sharp, slightly curved blade, the tip indenting my flesh just above my areola, but not cutting it. Not yet.

Even though I knew it was there, seeing the blade pressed against my skin causes my heart to start drumming in my chest even more, something that Kai must feel as he thrusts forward, burying himself even deeper inside me, which feels fucking amazing.

“See how fucked up I am, Lilly love,” he growls in my ear, nuzzling the side of my neck with his nose, a gasp falling from my lips as I shudder. “Your fear turns me on like nothing else, and I want to hear you scream in pain as I’m buried deep inside you. I want to see your blood running red when I’m using you like you’re nothing but a hole.”

“Kai…” I moan, my voice low, letting him know how much his words are affecting me in all the right ways, which is probably the complete opposite of what he thinks they would do. “Please.”

His grip on my hair turns punishing, pulling until tears sting my eyes. The room wavers, and although I know the others are there, everything else fades away apart from me and the broken man behind me, holding a knife against my soft skin.

Bad Drugsby King Kavalier, ChrisLee begins to sound in the room, and I gasp as a sharp pain stings my right breast. I’m still at an angle that I can look down and see a bead of red well at the knife point. Fascinated, I watch as it drips down the globe of flesh, trailing a path towards my cleavage. A hiss of pain falls from my lips, my fingers flexing as he draws the blade down, creating a shallow cut, and more drops of blood drip down over my pale flesh.

Jesus fucking christ. Who knew Diesel Viper had it right all along?

The fear, mixed in with the pain, and having his thick, pierced cock inside me is a heady combination, leaving megasping as the familiar burn of an orgasm begins to build in my centre.

“Fuck, Kai,” I groan, as he takes the knife away, the acidic fruit juices coating my skin stinging the cut, and just adding to the myriad of sensations that are assaulting my senses.

Suddenly, I hear the clatter of the knife against the table as he withdraws, leaving me bereft. For a moment I worry that he’s going to leave me unsatisfied, covered in fruit, yoghurt, and my own blood, but before the thought can settle, he twirls me round, picks me up under my thighs, roughly lifting me onto the tabletop. Giving me no time to adjust to my new seated position, he pushes my chest roughly, my back landing amongst the spilled breakfast as he forces me down.

He snarls, leaning over me to lick and lap at the cut, the sharp pain from his tongue leaving me squirming and desperate for more, my fingers trying to find purchase on the smooth wood I’m lying on.

“Sir,” I plead, hoping that he won’t leave me unfulfilled for long.

His head snaps up, and I’d laugh because the tip of his nose and his chin are covered in a mix of squashed fruit and yoghurt, but the sight of my blood on his lips stops me, as does the feral look in his eyes. He bares his teeth, which are also tinged red, in a smile that sends shivers running all over me as fire races through my veins.

Straightening up, he reaches over for the knife once more, picking it up as he stands between my open thighs. I watch transfixed, my heart racing, as he brings it to my inner thigh, gasping sharply as he makes three shallow cuts in quick succession. With a wicked smile on his lush lips, he places the knife carefully down beside my hip on the table, then brings his hand back to my leg. Wiping his finger along the cuts, thesting intense, he gathers my blood on his fingertip, seemingly hypnotised by the drops of glistening ruby.

His eyes flick up to mine, the amber almost entirely swallowed up by black, before they look back down, and with barely a touch, his finger alights on my cunt, rubbing my own blood on my clit.

I’m so wound up with the pain, fear, and the taboo nature of what he’s doing, that one brief touch is enough to detonate an earth-shattering orgasm that rips through me, my liquid release gushing out of me as I yell his name.

I crack my lids just in time to see Kai kneel down, eye level with my still pulsing pussy. Before I can even think about coming down from the heavens, his hot warm tongue licks my clit in a firm hard stroke.

“Fuck! Shit! Fuckity shit!” I whimper, as he licks me again, and again, and again, until I’m squirming, whining, and panting, not sure if I’m trying to escape or get closer as wave upon wave of pleasure rolls over me.

Suddenly, he stops and I yelp like a kicked puppy.

“Hold fucking still!” he bellows in a rough voice, making me jump, the remaining crockery on the table rattling. My heart feels like it’s pounding hard enough to escape the confines of my chest, a slight tremble in my limbs.