Page 5 of Shades of Ruin (Sharp Edges Duet #2)

Chapter Three

GREYSON

I ’m conflicted for the first time in my life about where to play with her.

I never use the bed. It’s there because I could never convince Finn to remove it.

I don’t fuck my girls on the bed. I fuck them on the floor or on the cross or against the wall because I don’t want them getting any romantic fantasies about what we’re doing here.

It’s harder for a girl to get attached if you won’t even take her to bed.

But when I stare down at my perfect angel, I decide to try something new.

Just this once. I reach down and grasp her hand before tugging gently.

“On your feet,” I command. She rises on wobbly legs and follows me as I lead her to the bed.

“Turn around.” She turns toward me, and I lift her onto the bed, careful not to crush her wings.

“Lie back,” I instruct with a nudge on her shoulder. She does as I ask, lowering herself so that she’s flat on her back with her bare feet dangling off the edge. Her legs part on instinct, and I have to hold myself back from diving between her soft thighs and devouring her cunt on the spot.

She makes a stunning little sacrifice laid out on the black bed with her scorched, bloody wings spread out beneath her and her coffee and caramel colored curls encircling her head like a halo.

Her burned, black dress has fallen low across her tits, revealing a hint of her dark, pebbled nipples beneath.

I almost wish I hadn’t blindfolded her so I can watch the ecstasy flood her eyes when I wrap my lips around that hardened nub and suck it against my teeth until she shrieks with pleasure.

It takes enormous self-control to abandon the delicious sight of her sprawled out in my bed and walk back to the cabinet beside the cross.

I pull out my favorite piece of steel. It’s a chef’s knife—long, broad, and sharp enough to cut with the slightest touch.

At eight inches, it also happens to be the same length as my cock.

And yes, I’ve held them up side by side for an accurate measurement.

I mount the bed and straddle her hips, making sure to keep my weight from crushing her. Without any warning, I slide the very tip of the blade over the exposed flesh of her tits. “Ever play with knives, angel?” I ask, continuing to drag the cold metal over her skin. She shivers beneath me.

“S-sometimes,” she rasps, her voice suddenly drawn and hoarse. She likes this. I press a bit harder, loving the way she moans at the soft sting of the blade’s kiss.

“On your own or with a partner?”

“Both,” she breathes with a sharp sigh.

I frown at her answer. I don’t like the idea of her hurting herself. That’s my fucking job. “Does blood bother you?”

“No.”

“Good.” I swipe the blade across her skin and watch a trail of bright red blossom over her chest. She keens, the sound so very pure as it falls from her lips.

I dip my head down and run my tongue over the cut, my eyes fluttering shut as coppery sweetness teases my senses.

“You taste delicious,” I rasp, arousal and bloodlust intertwining themselves in my veins .

“More,” she pleads, echoing the steady chants for havoc and chaos pounding in my head.

Fisting the top of her dress, I stab the blade into the singed material and slice down the middle in one, clean cut.

She gasps as the dress splits open, leaving her gorgeous, naked body on full display.

The naughty girl isn’t wearing any panties, and I devour the sinful beauty she dared to conceal from me.

Her hips are full and curvy, perfectly proportional with her round tits.

Her waist dips in on both sides, her stomach smooth and soft.

I’m surprised to see a double diamond stud resting in the divot of her belly button.

My girl is pierced, and it leaves me fantasizing about a matching set of studs on her tits or even above her clit.

My cock strangles in my pants at the thought of piercing her myself.

She starts to buck her hips beneath me, greedy for another kiss from my blade.

Not wanting to deny her, I drag the knife across her stomach, loving that streak of red just as much as her breathless moan of delight.

I let the blood well as I etch another cut into her skin.

I mark her arms, her tits, and her thighs with shallow slices—not deep enough to scar, just enough to give her that pleasant sting she’s craving.

By the time I’m sated, she’s covered in blood, and I’m so hard I could come with a single stroke to my cock.

Holding my breath, I travel lower and slide the crimson tipped blade through the soft patch of curls hiding most of her pussy from me. With delicate precision, I stroke her up and down with the sharp edge.

“Ever taken a knife up your cunt?” I ask, careful to keep the blade steady against her bare pussy even as my heart races with adrenaline.

“No,” she breathes. And I must be imagining the aroused heat in her voice. Because no sane girl would ever want a chef’s knife anywhere near her cunt.

“Perfect, we’ve finally found something you haven’t tried.

” Without waiting for her to lose her nerve, I flip the knife around so the blade rests in my hand and slot the steel handle against her entrance.

“This scary enough for you?” I taunt before slamming the handle inside her all the way to the hilt.

She screams, her winged back arching against the bed as her body trembles beneath me.

She’s not terrified—she’s fucking coming .

I feel her soak my fingers as I pump the handle in and out of her, letting her ride out her pleasure.

I’ve never seen anyone climax from edge play alone, and she’s a fucking beautiful sight to behold.

She pants through the last ripples of her orgasm, her chest heaving as she catches her breath in short gasps.

My thrusts with the knife soften when her naked body finally falls still against the bed.

I stare down at her in awe, my cock weeping for a taste of her. “Did you just come on the handle of my blade, angel?”

“Yes,” she sighs, sounding too dizzy with pleasure to even be ashamed. And she shouldn’t be. That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life.

My knife is still sticking out of her pussy, my blood dripping down the edge of the blade and streaking her soft, swollen folds.

I look down at my hand to see that I cut deeply through the length of my palm.

I’ll have to keep it wrapped for at least a week so it heals properly.

My hands are my livelihood, and I’ve never been so reckless with them. Not until her .

“Deep breath, little ruin. I’m going to slip the knife out.

” I wait for her to obey before gently sliding the handle from her cunt and tossing it against the bed.

Thank God the sheets are black, or they’d never get the bloodstains out.

I dip my slick fingers between her folds, rubbing my blood over her clit with my thumb.

“I’m going to fuck you now. You remember your safeword? ”

“Yes,” she moans, and it sounds like a desperate plea for my dick. Her wish is my command.

I keep rubbing circles over her clit as I reach down and undo my belt and pants one-handed.

With my usual fucks, I tug down my pants just enough to set my aching cock free.

Getting naked with them is out of the question because giving up clothes means giving up control.

But with this girl, I want to feel her heartbeat against my bare chest while her fresh blood smears across my skin.

So I reach up and make quick work of the buttons on my shirt before tossing it on the ground and leaving my extensive tattoos on full display.

It’s a shame she’s blindfolded; she’s missing a rare sight.

My skin feels fevered with desire when I press my body against the softness of hers.

I rub my bloody hand over my shaft, getting myself nice and lubed before filling her up.

I’m not just longer than average, I’m thick as hell, and it’s hard for anyone to take me without a bit of pain.

Add in my Jacob’s Ladder and reverse Prince Albert, and I’m every masochist’s wet dream.

Unable to hold back any longer, I line my cock up with her entrance.

“You’re pierced,” she stammers, her tone shocked but curious. I can work with that.

“Another first for you, angel?” She nods her head, and my cock pulses at the admission. “Didn’t think I’d be popping so many cherries tonight.”

I lean over her and sink my teeth into her neck before brushing my lips against her ear.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, “they’ll feel even better than the knife.

” I thrust into her, stretching her wide open as my cock forces its way in.

She’s so damn tight, I’m probably tearing her, but I’m too far gone to care about anything other than coming inside her right fucking now .

“I’m going to be fast this time,” I warn as I pound into her with sharp thrusts of my hips.

She cries out like it’s the best mixture of pleasure and pain she’s ever experienced.

She has no fucking idea of the ecstasy I’m going to show her tonight.

I’m going to drag her along the razor edge of sanity until she can’t even think—just feel.

“I want you to come with me. Next round, I’ll make you beg for the pleasure, so enjoy my chivalry while it lasts. ”

“Yes!” she yells when I hit that sweet spot tucked inside her.

“That’s it, little ruin. Show me how pretty you can scream.”

I drill into her a couple more times before her cunt starts to strangle me, her climax making her muscles clench so tight I can barely move.

Her violent spasms are enough to send me crashing over the edge, and I come with a loud groan, emptying my balls inside her until she’s stuffed so fucking full.

When she’s milked every last drop from me, I pull out and collapse beside her on the bed.

We’re both covered in blood, and it looks like fucking carnage.

“Jesus Christ, that was—I don’t even know what to call it,” I sigh in disbelief as I try to calm my rampant heartbeat. I reach over and brush my knuckles over the cuts on her upper arms. She flinches at my touch. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” she answers, but her words are a little too shaky for my liking. She pulls her arm away from me and wraps it over her face in spite of the blindfold.

I frown down at her. “Why so shy now, angel?”

“I-I think I’m dropping,” she says through trembling lips. “Could you get me some water? That usually helps calm me down.”

Sub drop—that would explain her sudden mood change.

“Of course I can. I’ll run down to the bar and grab a couple bottles.

” I don’t want to leave her for too long.

In all honesty, I don’t want to leave her at all, but it’s my own damn fault for not being better prepared.

Aftercare is usually my strong suit, but I didn’t expect tonight to get this extreme.

And like an asshole, I wasn’t prepared for her needs.

I allow myself a long, lingering look before I crawl out of bed.

She’s even more ravishing now than when she walked into the club tonight.

Her golden bronze skin is now streaked in blood and ash—a perfect match for those broken wings pinned beneath her back.

Her lipstick is completely smeared over her mouth and chin; she looks like she took a bite out of someone’s heart.

Her naked body is decorated in thirteen cuts, each about an inch long.

I’ll need to clean and bandage them. I might have to raid Finn’s stash of first aid supplies.

Speaking of popping cherries, my angel was the first to christen that knife with her cunt and her blood. Playing with knives at Pandemonium is a first for me too.

I leave my shirt on the floor so I can go and get back as quickly as possible and head for the door. “Don’t move,” I command. “I need to get those cuts taken care of and bandaged before you get up. Understand?” She nods. “Use your words, pretty ruin.”

“I’ll stay right here,” she promises.

“That’s my good girl.”