Page 127 of From Hell

With my knife at his throat, he kisses me. Not gentle or consuming like Jaxon, but brutal and biting. His kiss is like fighting for air, but my body responds to him, a soft moan escaping as he kicks my legs wide and grinds into me, the heat of his body pressing down on mine.

He smells the same, strong earth and citrus, and tastes like Jaxon does as he scrapes his teeth over my bottom lip. But it’s not Jaxon.

It’s Jack.

When he pulls back, I’m panting, his presence burning an ache between my legs.

Watching me with dark eyes, Jack strokes himself slowly. His trousers are wide open, and he stands to shove them off, still teasing his enormous erection. Somehow, it looks bigger, but I know it’s not. It’s still Jaxon’s body, covered in scars and masonic-looking ink.

“You look divine, my little whore,” he drawls as he straddles me again, one hand fisting himself, the other wraps around my wrist and squeezes, trying to roll the knife from my hands.

I know this trick, so I hold on, twisting the blade to catch his forearm—blood beads on his skin. “See. Not your whore,” I snap. He grins and yanks my arms up above my head instead. “I like it when you fight back.”

Heat flares deep in my abdomen, pooling between my slick thighs. I need him inside me soon. I don’t care if it’s Jaxon or Jack, that’s how fucked up I am. “If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me.”

He cocks his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “So eager.” Running his thumb over the tip of his cock, he leans down and rubs the precum over my lips. “Beg first.”

If he expects me to struggle, I don’t. I open my mouth, and his thumb slides in. I suck slowly, the salty taste of him and the feel of his dick swollen against my thigh making me clench, the ache between them almost too much. I stare into his eyes, letting him see I’m not afraid.

Letting him see I want him.

With equal desire, he shifts between my legs, one knee prying my legs apart. The tip of his cock teasing at my entrance has my body bending to meet him. Instead, he plunges his thumb all the way into the back of my throat until I’m choking.

Seeing stars colliding across my vision.

“The last time I had you on your back, you begged. Beg for me, Laine, and I’ll show you what Divine means,” he whispers in my ear.

I can’t beg because I can’t breathe. With my hands still held above my head, I slash with the knife and try to speak. I don’t know if I manage to cut him, but he yanks his thumb out. A gasping sound, a soft groan, escapes my lips.

“What was that, little birdie?” His black eyes glitter above me as he comes back into focus.

“Fuck me, please,” I choke out.

“Hell, you rip me apart.” He grins and pushes his length into me so abruptly, filling me up so deliciously that I almost black out from the pleasure of his intrusion.

Then, he fucks me hard, his shaft dragging the whole way out before slamming back in. Each time, I’m trying not to cry out. The force of it, despite how wet I am, burns.

A whimper escapes my lips.

My eyes leak tears.

My body is on fire, every thrust is a lick of flame consuming me from the inside out as my back arches to match his savage pace.

“Please—” I don’t know if I’m asking him for more or to slow down. All I know is I’m close to breaking. I do the only thing I can, I bite him hard on the neck, bearing down until I taste blood.

As if reading my thoughts, he slows enough for me to adjust, his thrusts becoming deliberate and languid, his strokes more intense as the pleasure has time to build.

“How’s this, little fox?” He places a gentle kiss on my damp cheek.

Fox.

I stare into his eyes, and they reflect back like silver moons.

“Jaxon?” He nods. releasing my hands so I can drop the knife and wrap my arms around him.

“I kicked him out. Fuck sharing,” he growls.

“Jealous?” I laugh at him, relieved though slightly disappointed.