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Chapter 28

Juliet

Darkness encases the woods as I barrel between the trees, boots crashing over the fallen branches and crunchy leaves.

My heart thumps, chest heaving as I struggle to see the path ahead of me. A bright, full moon attempts to break through the canopy of tree limbs above my head, but the thunderous footsteps behind me are closing in.

The cool night air freezes in my lungs as I leap off the path to hide amongst the trees.

But I’m too late.

A hard body pummels into me, slamming me up against the bark of a solid oak and knocking the wind out of me.

I gasp, spine colliding with the unforgiving wood as a blade hisses free from its holster and kisses my throat. I freeze, my heart the only muscle moving in my body as a heavy hand lands on my shoulder to pin me in place.

“Would you look at that,” he croons beneath the mask. “A devil catching his demon.”

Hot anticipation bubbles in my stomach. I’ll never tire of this game we play. “If you catch me, you fuck me.”

I don’t have to see beneath the mask to know he’s grinning.

Trey keeps me in place while he carves our nicknames into the bark above my head, the scrapes in the silent darkness careful and deliberate.

Demon and Devil .

My devil. His demon. I wouldn’t want to be anything else.

Cool air wraps around my cheeks and the exposed skin on my neck, making the adrenaline pumping through my veins that much hotter.

His knife drifts down, grazing just beneath the hem of my skirt. An outfit not at all appropriate for the season but exactly right for our night’s activities.

With a quick flash of the blade, he nicks my thigh. I wince at the sting, but the pain is quickly replaced with arousal as he drops to one knee and lifts his mask enough to reveal that perfect, pouty mouth.

His tongue emerges, glinting in the little light from above our heads as he licks up my blood.

Heat stirs low in my belly at the sight until he drops the knife again, the familiar cool metal of the handle grazing between my legs. My heart leaps into my throat as he presses the handle down onto my clit. I can’t help the moan that escapes.

“Ride it,” he commands, pushing my panties aside and nudging at my entrance.

“Make me,” I taunt.

He rises, a shadow above me blotting out any light from the distant stars and moon overhead. Wordlessly, he eases the handle into me as I gasp and dig my nails into his arms in an iron grip.

Slowly, I stretch around the unforgiving handle and he stops moving. “ Ride it.”

This time, I do as he says, rocking my hips and riding the tip, taking more and more as my walls stretch to accommodate its rigid length. Tears from the mixture of pain and pleasure prick at my eyes.

Watching me writhe before him forces a groan past his lips. The sound alone sends a spike of arousal through my veins and I rock faster.

In the darkness, our pants and moans mix, my back scraping against the bark of the tree as I ride the handle. Above our heads, the full moon and constellations of bright stars barely breach the canopy of trees, the only witnesses to our depravity.

“Such a bad fucking girl,” he murmurs, reverent. “All mine.”

When his impatience gets the best of him, he pops the knife handle free. I whimper as he slips it back into his holster, the pleasure ripped away from me all too soon. “I need you.”

“I know, demon.” He tugs down his zipper with a delicious purr. “I’m going to give you every inch.”

His tip is already dripping with precum when it nudges at my entrance, the familiar hot, smooth skin of his shaft making my mouth water with anticipation.

“Fuck me, devil,” I snap. Now I’m the impatient one.

Beneath his mask, he chuckles, but he doesn’t argue or tease me any longer.

He thrusts in slowly as I moan and clutch at him, my tight walls stretching to accommodate his girth and length.

At first, he’s gentle. Loving. He kisses every bit of inked skin he can get his mouth on, leisurely drawing back and thrusting back in. Tender enough to make my eyes sting.

My nails dig into his bare arms. “ Faster .”

“Careful,” he warns. We both know what my taunts could do to him. To me. He’ll fuck me hard and fast until I’m raw and waddling tomorrow.

Good. That’s what I want. I want the reminder of what he did to me tonight every time I move.

“Fuck me so hard I can’t speak. Fuck me so hard I can’t even think about anything other than your cock slamming inside me.”

That’s all the permission he needs. Finally, his thrusts grow harder, unforgiving, merciless.

Exactly what I need.

I moan louder as every pump of his cock makes pleasure sing through my veins. His cock is splitting me in two, driving all thoughts from my head and words from my tongue.

He knew the night we met that I was the one for him. Now I’m certain of it too. Our dark, depraved souls were always meant to find each other.

His heavy hand wraps around my throat. The blood flow slows, my head growing lighter. Somehow, that only makes the pleasure grow.

“You’re going to pass out, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And when you come back to me, I’ll still be inside you, fucking you like the little demon you are.”

Between his cock spearing me and his hand restricting my airway, I can’t gasp out a single word.

The world starts to grow black as he squeezes my throat until his neon-red mask is the last thing I see.

When I come to, he’s still fucking me, his panting heavier and the space between my legs growing raw. “Welcome back to your fantasy, pretty girl.”

“ Trey .” My nails bite into his biceps, careful to avoid the gunshot wound still healing.

He’s right. This is my fantasy. Every second of it.

He chokes me again, the lack of blood flow making my head grow deliciously lighter until I’m out.

When my eyes open again, he’s spun me, my front pressed against the tree this time. The bark is rough against my cheek and the palms I manage to flatten against the wood, arms weak.

He’s somehow wedged the blade of his knife in the bark, the handle sticking out.

“We’re going to fill every hole this time.” His whisper in my ear sends a shiver down my spine, a shot of fear mixing with the adrenaline. The way he knows I like it.

A few heaving gasps and I manage to catch my breath enough to speak. “Do your worst, devil.”

A low laugh. The one that makes me fall for him all over again every time. “I intend to. Ride the handle, demon.”

I do as he instructs, sliding back onto the handle of the knife and gasping at the stretch around the unforgiving metal. I rock my hips back and forth as shocks of pleasure burst in my head. My heart is pounding hard, so close to that brink.

Behind me, he spits, coating his cock before he nudges the tip at my back entrance. “Relax,” he soothes when I clench up.

I stop moving my hips as he slowly eases inside me, the pain and pleasure mixing as his movements force me further down the handle.

His long, gravelly groan nearly makes the orgasm barrel through me. “Such a good fucking girl.”

He strikes my ass with a loud, echoing smack before he slips two fingers into my mouth. Filling every hole just as promised while he drives his cock into my ass.

I cry out around his fingers, digging my nails into the bark as he thrusts into my ass over and over and forces me to ride the handle. The metal spears into me, and I’m not sure which is more painful or pleasurable—the knife or his cock.

“I love you, little demon,” he murmurs, the pleasure climbing to that inevitable crest. “I love the way your darkness matches mine.”

My pussy pulses around the handle, that edge of pleasure inevitable now. I manage to gasp out his name before I tumble off the cliff. “ Trey !”

I scream his name around the fingers in my mouth as his cock and knife send me hurdling over the edge.

The orgasm makes every muscle in my body turn to liquid and my pussy spasm wildly. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as his cock, fingers, and knife all pump into me, pounding every hole.

“ Juliet ,” he hisses, thrusting into me one last time, hard, as he comes with me.

Trey Lamont is every bit as fucked up as I am. Broken and bruised and twisted. I never thought I’d find my match, the blackened heart that mirrored my own.

But together, our dark, fractured souls are whole.