Page 114 of The Ecstasy of Sin

He grips my hips, dragging me to the edge of the table. My legs fall over his shoulders as he sinks to his knees between them, his head lowering between my thighs.

I whimper at the feel of his breath caressing my clit, before he places a series of languid kisses along my inner thigh. He teases me, kissing everywhere except where I need him to go.

His pace is maddening, and my back arches as my hips rise. Just before I’m about to start begging, he shows me mercy.

His hot tongue glides through the lips of my pussy, then slides back and dips into the soft opening. I gasp, his tongue rolling inside of me, making sparks of pleasure dance along my spine.

Withdrawing his tongue, he strokes me softly like he’s stoking a flame. The wet heat of his mouth has my hips twisting, desperate for more.

I nearly forget there is a man dying feet away from me, as Dominic’s tongue delves into my swollen pussy like he’s starved for the taste of me.

Messy and unrestrained, his fingers dig into the soft skin of my thighs as he pulls me closer to his face.

Dominic is trying to drown in the slickness of my arousal, burying his face between my legs and chasing my pleasure like the predator he is. I cry out, wordlessly begging for more.

My hips twist as I moan, his name falling from my lips. He pins me down to hold me in place, unyielding in his control over me.

The sounds coming out of me only make his movements more feverish, which sends me spiraling higher toward an orgasm I know will completely unravel me.

When he slides two fingers inside of me, my hips buck with the intensity of the pleasure that slams into me.

He curls his fingers, rubbing something inside of me that has stars dancing across my vision. “Oh, God... Dominic,” I beg, moaning with every drag of his fingers against my g-spot.

Just when I feel myself teetering towards the edge, his fingers withdraw, and he pulls away from my body. He rises to his feet and licks his lips, his sinful mouth glistening from my wetness.

I whimper, the sound soft and broken.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he commands, his eyes dark and full of lust. “I’ll be right back.”

I almost curse at him as he steps away, my head falling back against the table in frustration. A moment later, I hear water running. Then I hear the sound of splashing, and turn my head to watch as Dominic douses Boris in a bucket of frigid water, jolting him awake with a startled shout.

“I don’t want you to miss the best part.” Dominic pulls his blade free again, bringing it to the inside of Boris’ thigh.

“Just a small, precise incision,” he says, cutting a hole in Boris’ grey dress pants before ripping the material back to expose his inner thigh. “You can bleed out slow for me, and watch while I make Wren come over and over again.”

He sinks the blade half an inch into the thick muscle of Boris’s inner thigh. The scream that erupts from him is guttural.

Boris thrashes in the chair, the legs banging against the floor as he tries to free himself. Dominic laughs, tapping the man’s cheek until he settles down. “You don’t get to die fast. You get to suffer while I fuck her.”

A shiver runs through me, and my thighs clench together at his words. It’s almost enough to send me over the edge, but I remember Dom’s orders, and stop myself before it’s too late.

Dominic works the blade slowly, dragging it with surgical precision. When he pulls it free, blood begins to pulse from the wound, each small spurt timed to Boris’s erratic heartbeat.

“Let’s see how long your heart can fight with a small nick in your femoral artery.”

Dominic returns to me, setting the blood-soaked dagger down next to my hip. I can’t tear my gaze from his face, but he is watching Boris as he unbuckles his belt and slides it free. “If you look away from her, I’ll stop what I’m doing and flay you alive.”

My heart is racing. I’m laid out on this table like a sacrifice, and he’s slowly removing his pants, pleasure etched into his face as he watches Boris bleed like it’s foreplay.

Boris was going to rape and kill me.

Now he gets to watch me come, instead of watching me die.

When Dominic’s cock springs free, I reach for it without thinking. He’s hard as steel, flushed and throbbing in my hands like a man that has been on the edge of release for hours.

I guide the broad tip to my soaked pussy, and he exhales sharply, his eyes dropping to watch.

I lift my hips and rub myself with the head of his cock, coating him in my arousal. He hisses as I tease the entrance of my pussy, before sliding up and swirling around my clit. I moan, moving my hips slowly.