Hate me

I see a small trickle of blood oozing from his neck. I must have nicked him at some point. 

Instinctively, I still. “I—”

“Don’t stop.” He pumps his hips. “Don’t you fucking stop. Keep riding my cock like a good girl.”

Oh, God. His brazen, needy demands set my skin on fire. 

I moan, arching my back as I move again. He meets my thrusts, giving it to me deeper, harder. 

Fucking me so good I’m losing my goddamn mind. 

So good…I drop the knife. 

I freeze when he snatches it, realizing I just gave him the upper hand. 

No, more than that…I just gave a murdering psycho the weapon of choice to kill me. 

An uneasy breath shudders out of me as the knife comes closer, his expression feral.

He’s going to kill me. 

Thrusting deep, he holds the collar of my white t-shirt with one hand and glides the knife down it with the other, slicing it. 

“Take it off.” 

Reaching for the ripped fabric, I tear it the rest of the way, exposing myself. 

I gasp when the sharp tip of the knife pierces the top of my breast. “Knox—”

In one fluid movement, he wraps an arm around my lower back and shifts us into a sitting position. 

Groaning, he inclines his head and licks the blood from the small cut he made. “Every part of you tastes good.” Squeezing my tits in his big hands, he sucks a nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “So fucking good.” 

I tilt my head, arching my back and closing my eyes...getting lost in the feel of his warm lips on my skin and his cock pumping deep inside me.

I hold on to him for dear life as his thrusts pick up speed. 

Oh, God. 

He’s fucking me so hard, I’m afraid the bed might break. 

That I might break. 

He shoves me onto my back and his hand wraps around my throat, pi

So deep I no longer know where I end and he begins. 

I moan, sucking air between my teeth when he rubs my clit with his free hand. He knows exactly how I like to be touched. 

“That’s it. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” 

The dirty things I like to hear. 

I moan, scratching his arms with my nails as the pleasure comes to a crest and an orgasm rocks through me.

However, it’s those eyes…those intense, fiery eyes, watching me intently as I come that causes something inside me to unhinge. 

“Fuck.” 

A violent, almost animalistic sound tears out of Knox as he slams into me. His grip on my throat tightens before I feel liquid heat fill my pussy and a ragged breath shudders out of him. 

He flops on the bed beside me and reaches for his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. 

It’s only then that I notice the knife is on the floor. A draw. 

He brings a cigarette to his mouth and lights it. “That was a one-time thing.” 

His words don’t have a harsh tone like they usually do. 

They sound indifferent. Like the same line he feeds to every girl he hooks up with. 

And even though it shouldn’t bother me, because I was the one who came here looking to use him…it does. 

I don’t say a word as he smokes his cigarette down to the filter. 

However, when I move to leave…he drapes an arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him before we fall asleep.