Page 52 of Executing Malice (Jefferson Rejects #4)

He’s not expecting it either and his hold slips.

The point slashes across my skin, over the curve of my left breast. The cut bubbles and runs crimson rivers across my throat, down the center of my breasts.

It soaks my top, turning the white a horrific red.

The burn is immediate and terrifying as I cry out.

“Leila!”

His panicked gasp jolts something in me and I strike. I twist my hands around his slackened hold and wrench the knife free. In the same motion, I slash it wildly, attempting to scare him off, but I miscalculate his distance.

A hot spray mists my cheek.

Dante jerks back with a hiss, hand flying up to cover the gash I created. My eyes go wide as I watch blood trickle down his arm. From between his fingers.

“Oh my god, Dante!”

The knife clatters out of my grip as I lunge to grab him.

But he’s laughing. Deep, unhinged howls that echo forever into the forest. They ripple down my back, tickle my own amusement. I don’t think that was part of the plan, but fuck...

“Fuck,” he groans, dragging his fingers through the mess, slow and deliberate, only to smear it across his chest. To cup his hand over his mask, staining it with actual blood. “Spread your legs, Leila. Let me in.”

The way he growls it with blood staining his fangs and his eyes white spheres has me obeying. Maybe it’s the feel of his sticky fingers closing across my throat, cutting off my air while he forces his hips between my thighs.

“Fucking little cunt is so wet,” he groans, grinding his bulge into my pussy and huffing like a beast when I return the push. “So hungry to have me fill it right here in the dirt.”

He reaches between our bodies with his free hand and fumbles with his pants. I’m dizzy with so much need, I’m barely aware of anything, except the sight of him spilling free, each bar ready to destroy me.

No. Not yet. It’s too soon.

Coming to my senses, I plant my hands against his chest and shove. I buck wildly, nails digging into muscle, leaving fresh trails of blood.

“Little demon,” he snarls, breathing hard.

He captures my wrists, slams them into the earth above my head just hard enough to hurt. He holds them there with only one hand while the other drifts down to my chest. To my breast with the cut. His thumb teases the nipple, smearing it with my blood ... then bending his head and licking it clean.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” he moans, and runs the flat of his tongue up a crimson streak to the wound.

To my horror — and maddening arousal — he plants his palm over the still leaking gash. Smears my blood across his palm. I think he’s going to rub it over his chest like he had his own, but his hand dips lower.

Lower.

Disappears between my legs.

Wraps around his cock.

Strokes.

“Dante...” His name wheezes out of me in a sob. A fucking plea.

I can’t be sure, but I think I have a micro-orgasm watching him coat his dick in my blood.

“We should put this back inside you,” he breathes “Losing blood isn’t good for you.”

I’m given no further warning when he thrusts hard inside me. The raw burn bows my body as the sweet pain steals my sanity and capsizes my soul. I’m in brutal bliss so razor sharp I don’t hear the cruel words while he takes me with reckless hatred.

His cock spears into me again and again, stretching me around every jagged thrust. My screams rip through the trees but seem to feed him as he holds me down and watches me with eyes that glow like hollow moons.

“Your cunt is squeezing me so hard,” he snarls against my ear, fangs scraping the skin.

Between us, our blood runs together across my torso, smearing and sticking. It’s between my thighs where he’s driving himself inside me .

“Tell me to stop, little whore. Tell me you’re not two seconds away from cumming all over my bloody cock.”

I sob because he’s right. Because my body is an asshole and already betraying me to him.

But I’m saved from humiliating myself when he shifts. His cock vanishes and the sudden emptiness makes me gasp. But there is no reprieve. His blood-slick hand is back at his arm, over the wound I gave him. I watch him lather it all over his shaft again. Mixing it with my arousal and blood.

Still, even when he finishes, he doesn’t fuck me. His sticky hands close around my hips and I’m flipped up onto my knees. The skirt is shoved up over my hips. The head of his dick drifts through my lips, nudges my opening ... travels north.

My eyes go wide when he presses the swollen cap against my back entrance.

“Dante...”

He ignores the tremor that courses through me, ignores the uncertainty in my voice. He must not notice the fingers I claw into the dirt as the blunt head pushes against my tight ring.

Panic flares. I try to thrash free.

The sharp crack of his palm across my ass cheek stills me. It rings through the trees. The exact sound of a whip snapping.

“You’re taking me,” is all he says, forcing the thick crown past resistance .

I scream, back bowing as my body stretches around him, white-hot pain laced with pleasure flares through me. My body shakes with uncontrollable desire as the invasion and humiliation sears raw.

When he bottoms out, buried to the hilt in my ass, he laughs, ragged and triumphant.

“I don’t think that’s enough. I think you need more.”

I don’t understand through the buzz of blood humming between my ears. But the light suddenly goes out. I think maybe I closed my eyes, but I blink them and the light is still gone. My second thought is that it flicked out once more. I’m wrong again.

So wrong.

“Dante, no...” I choke.

The cold kiss of metal slips between my lips. Teases my clit.

“Safe word,” he growls.

I should say it. This is too much. It’s beyond the point of sanity.

The curved edges of the handle press against my opening. Past. It tears me open.

My hips buck, a scream caught in my throat as the smooth sides slide in, filling me alongside him. Hitting every piercing on his cock through the thin membrane.

“God. Oh God, no more...”

He presses deeper. The heavy object locks me wide .

“What did I tell you about saying another man’s name when I’m fucking you?”

I don’t care what he has to say about anything when the sensation he’s putting me through is unbearable.

When the pressure has my vision blurring with tears and stars.

I can’t think of anything when I’m cumming.

When my body is gripping the metal object and the cock in my ass and milking both like the whore he calls me.

His snarl is savage as he fucks me harder, pushing me through the shuddering quake of my orgasm.

His rhythm grows violent, greedy. Each thrust in my ass is a punishment that forces the flashlight deeper, and my body welcomes it with a fresh and new climax that collapses my arms, sending me forward in the dirt.

My wet cheek grinds into the earth while my hips keep rising to meet him.

The sound he makes is monstrous, guttural and self-satisfied as his cock drives as far as it can go into my ass. Hot release floods me, thick and endless, mixing with our blood as he empties inside. His body shudders violently against mine, and I sob a ragged moan as the heat fills me.

I think he’s going to pull out, take the flashlight with him, but he ruts through every shudder, dragging his release out until there is only the sound of our gasping breaths. His arms hook around my middle and drag me back. The light and the cock stay in place as I’m made to sit in his lap.

“Don’t move,” he rasps, voice raw, vibrating through his chest and into my spine. His thighs hold me wide, keeping me open while he reaches between them to grip the flashlight. Keeping it from slipping free. “I wish I could see you right now. See your little holes so full.”

I whimper, head falling back against his shoulder.

I barely move as his bloody hand slides lower, smearing crimson across my thighs.

His fingers toy with where the bulb part of the flashlight juts out of me.

He rocks it just enough to remind me it’s still there.

With his free hand, he reaches up to tear off his mask.

It’s chucked aside as he focuses once more on bringing me over.

“I’m going to gape you,” he promises, moving the handle, pumping it slowly in and out of me. “I’m going to get you so fucking wide, I can put my whole hand up inside your cunt and touch our baby.”

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I whine, caught up in the lingering burn of his cock still nestled in my ass and the iron rod working my channel.

Dante chuckles as he gives me what I want. “Such a good girl.”

“She certainly is.”