Page 155 of On Edge

Slowly, he brings the blade to my bra, slicing off the straps, and then snakes the cold metal down to my lacy pants.Snick-snick.He cuts them off, exposing me to the cool air, and drags his gaze over me like he owns every inch.

“Fuck you’re beautiful. I’m going to enjoy making you scream my name, little finch.”

Cupping my heat, he thrusts into me, and I strain against the wire holding me down. More so when he pinches my nipples, hard, all the while pumping me with his curved fingers. Then he teases my slit again, but this time with the razor handle, twisting my nipples with his cruel fingers. All I can do is clench and pant in the chair.

Finally, he slides the handle into me, all the way, and then slowly fucks me with it, his thumb stroking small circles against the sensitive spot of my clit. The deeper he pushes, the more I moan and arch my back. He brings me right to the precipice, my entire body pulsing for release….and then he stops.

I’m panting, skin on fire, core drenched. Every time he stops, I want to scream.

Everything is crashing down around me: my desire, my world, everything.

I’m so close.

But instead of bringing me to orgasm, he steps in and presses a button on the chair, and the wire holding me down gives. I practically fall into his arms, boneless, coming undone in so many ways. He gathers me up and carries me over to the table in front of the barber’s mirror, and sits me on it, my legs straddling his sides.

Lifting his mask, his mouth finds mine, and my hands are all over his scars, submitting every single one to memory. I’m moaning into his mouth when he finally unbuckles his belt, tugs down his trousers, and presses the tip of his solid cock right against my entrance.

Deliberately unrushed, savouring every inch of me, he pushes his full length in. I angle my hips to make it easier,wrapping my legs around him, but he’s long and thick, and it hurts, spreading me so much it burns. When he’s all the way in, so deep, I can’t take any more, he bottoms out.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” he whispers, kissing the part where my neck meets my shoulder.

I cling to him, shaking. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not, I’m taking it slow, or it’ll hurt more.”

“Then hurt me.”

He chuckles and shoves deeper, making me so full that I moan loudly and claw him to me. I never knew I could feel so complete as I do now. When he pulls out, just as slow, I whimper at the loss. But soon, he’s jacking his hips into me again, stretching me so it’s almost too much. I hold onto him, gripping him with my legs, chasing the gathering storm between my thighs.

With every thrust of his hips, I gasp. Every ram of his cock into my cervix has me trembling, but it’s not enough, and I have to bite down on his shoulder.

I should care that anyone could look through the window and see us. Or that there’s a headless dead body in the next room. But all I can think about is that I have Troy where I need him, where I’ve been desperate to have him all this time—inside me.

“More,” I actually beg.

He flips me on my front, so that I’m looking in the mirror, his rough hands kneading my ass. His demon mask has slipped back so that all I can see is a monster behind me, and all I can feel is him, large and thick, using me up in every way as he claims my body.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he groans as he drives in.

Then he propels his hips forward with an intense rhythm, his cock dragging so very deep, making me mewl with the pain and pleasure of it. I feel myself squeezing him, sucking him down, making him growl in approval.

“Oh, Troy, I’ve never…oh God.”

He finds my clit, and his thumb, wet from stroking me earlier, teases my asshole between thrusts of his cock.

“You’re taking my cock so well,” he grunts, his demon voice harsh in my ear.

Finally, my whole body shudders, pleasure flooding through me in waves. All I can do is clutch the cold, wooden table, my bare breasts rubbing into the grain. My nipples are electric, my thighs coated in my arousal, and my butt tingles every time he thumbs around my tight ring. He fucks me until I’m moaning his name over and over.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”

His words send me over the edge.

“I think…I’m coming.”

“Then come all over my cock, filthy little finch.”

And I do, shaking until it rips out of me, like a monsoon I can’t stop. It’s so different than when I do it myself—this feels wild and uncontrollable, and shameless. I tighten around him, and he spears me deeper and deeper, impaling me like he might split me in two. There’s no more pain, only heady pleasure, taking me to places I could never go alone.