Page 60 of Retribution
“I want to carve my name on your body. Every fucking day I want you to see who you belong to.”
I’ve already decided when I get my tattoos to have their names incorporated, so it’s not a problem for me.
“I want all three of your names on my body. Your name is already etched into my soul. Get the knife and cover his name with yours.”
Killian’s lips turn up into a delicious smirk, my pussy throbs with need in response.
“On your hands and knees, Killer.”
I get into position as he grabs the knife.
“This is going to hurt before I take all the pain away.”
Does he think I’m worried or unsure about this? I’m not.
“I’m not afraid of you cutting my flesh. The intense sting is something I like. It dulls the consistent fucking voices in my head. Physical pain is the antidote to the emotional torment threatening to pull me under and drown me.”
He doesn’t judge me, and that’s one of the things that makes me love him so much. I know he doesn’t understand the things that shaped me into the person I am, but still, he doesn’t question me—even when he probably should.
Killian kneels on the bed behind me and rubs his fingers over the branding with a tenderness laced with possession.
“You are ours. Mine, and my brothers’. I wanted to kill him for ever touching what wasn’t his, but you did it. My gorgeouskiller gave him the worst death imaginable. It was beautiful because he earned it and you fucking delivered. I’ve never been more proud of you. Until now. You are taking the control they robbed you of.”
He pushes the knife into my flesh and moves it downward as I hiss through the sting.
“How do you feel, baby?”
I exhale a long breath as I allow myself to feel the physical pain.
“Good. So good. Please don’t stop.”
He continues to cut his name over Grave’s and I moan from relief knowing his name will at least be covered a little. When he finishes, he sets the knife on the bed beside me. Leaning down, he swipes tongue over the letters of his name.
“Every fucking part of you is delicious. Your flawless skin. Sweet cunt. Even your blood. My addiction to you is debilitating. I could not function without you.”
“Killian.” I gasp, his words hitting me in the heart. Lifting myself onto my knees, I reach behind my head and cup the back of his neck, holding him close to me.
“Turn around.”
When I do, he takes my arms and places them around his neck. His lips lift into a lopsided smile and my heart races out of control.
Placing his hands on the back of my thighs he lifts me and slams me down onto his cock. I gasp loudly as I lay my head on his shoulder and bite the side of his neck as hard as I can before running my tongue over his flesh.
“Beautiful fucking slut.” He groans as he impales me over and over again.
Moving forward on the bed, he grabs a pillow and tucks it under me as he lays me down on my back.
Pushing my legs back, Killian moves over me and places a hand on either side of my head.
I wrap my arms and legs around his back and hold him close to me as he pushes in and out of my pussy. Dragging my fingers up his sculpted back, he groans, his voice mixing with heavy breaths sounding as blissed out as I feel.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
Moving my hands into his hair I claw at his scalp the way he likes it as he grips my face and stares into my eyes, his gaze full of heat.
“Come for me, you little slut. Strangle my fucking cock with your drenched cunt.”
My eyes roll back from his words alone as he fucks me hard and fast. My breasts bounce with every movement, it’s aggressive and hot. This is how I want to be fucked by Killian.
