17. alessia

17

ALESSIA

He takes the knife from my hand like he's surrendering a vulnerable part of himself. His breathing darts in and out of the mask, brushing against my flushed face.

"I can't do this. We cannot do this. You are Ravenmore's stepdaughter. He will get me kicked off the team if he finds out we did anything together. Hell, I'm already risking it by you spending the night. You can lose your job as well for sleeping with someone of a higher rank. We cannot."

"I won't say anything. Again. We're pretending. Just for one night. And your hard cock against my thigh tells me you want to pretend longer tonight, too." I reach for his mask. His eyes pierce through me like a hungry beast that could devour me in seconds if I just said the words.

My fingertips graze where his neck meets the mask, and he stops me. My wrist is in instant agony as he grips me tighter.

"What do you say, Daegan? I want you, and I know you want me to." I'm convincing him. I need him to believe I truly want this, not just because of what happened with Jack but because my attraction to him is something I've never felt before.

I grind my hips into the hard, thick bulge that sits in between my thighs. Daegan responds with a low grunt and drops his forehead against mine.

He's hesitant, but he's easily a boiling volcano ready to erupt.

"Are you afraid I won't want you after I see the scars?"

He's silent, but his silence says a thousand words.

He is afraid.

This is a big moment for him. I'm not sure anyone has seen him without his mask since he was captured. Then again, I don't think anyone knows too much about him. He's a mystery to everyone.

He lets me go, granting me access to pull it off him. His breathing picks up, and mine does too. Our bodies are still pressed tight together, but he's careful not to crush me with his mass of body weight. I can feel his muscles trembling on top of me.

My heart thrashes against my chest so hard it's almost painful, and I can feel my entire world burst into flames. I start to sweat as I slowly pull it off.

At first, his beard and full lips are revealed. His chin is coated in dark hair around his jawline and his mouth. I pull it up a centimeter more and see the first few scars he always keeps hidden at the bottom of his face.

Peeling off his mask, one second at a time that feels like hours, more and more deep carved mutilations are unveiled…until finally, the mask is off. I gently let it rest on the floor, indicating to him that I'm not going anywhere.

From what I can decipher, someone cut his face over and over again on one side. They start at his temple, go over his eye, and finally down to his chin.

Slashes.

How could someone do this to him?

I've been exposed to war before, and often because of my job, so I shouldn't be surprised, but seeing it right now feels like a slap in the face of the reality of the world we live in.

Masculine charm staring back at me. His ice-grey eyes are dilated, but I can't tell if he's angry, scared, sad, or full of lust. Maybe all and more. His cock is still very much presently hard, stabbing the inside of my thighs.

I brush my fingertips lightly against his scars, and he closes his eyes, relishing my touch like a dream. I run my fingers through each of them. They're soft and smooth, a pale pink tone insinuating they're mostly healed.

"You're…beautiful, Mr. Hannibal." His breathing slows down, and his shoulders relax when my lips utter complete candor. He registers my words and lets me run my hands through his dark waves of hair. I just want to feel him…every part of him. Suddenly, his eyes pop open like he's in a frenzy, and I'm about to be devoured.

"Fuck it."

When he says those two words, my heart jumps, my whole body coils into him, and I melt into his arms.

Daegan doesn't waste any more time. He kisses me, not letting me say another word. His beard pokes into my skin, and there's an immediate intrusion of his tongue. Both of our mouths open wide, tasting each other, getting lost in each other's ruthless passion. Hints of whiskey and liquor are still going strong with a bit of cigarettes.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Alessia." He growls against my mouth in between kisses. My heart drops, and my brows pinch together in disappointment. He bites my lip, sucking on it. Tugging it from my bottom teeth so hard, a moan slips into the thick sexual tension that swallows us. "If I don't," he pauses, which sends me searching frantically for the reason why. We're grinding our hips against each other desperately. My throbbing sex searches for relief, but he halts his pace. I open my eyes to see him holding the knife in front of me.

"If I don't bury my cock deep inside my assignment's pussy, I'm not breaking the rules, right?" He arches a brow, and a sinful smile spreads across his face like wildfire. His eyes darken, and they scream bad intentions. Bad intentions are a new era I'm eager to dive into, and I'll do it headfirst with this stranger.

"I guess not, Mr. Hannibal," I breathe out, panting for the air the devilish man in front of me has stolen. Hesitation laced in my tone as he waves his knife in front of me manically.

Why is the knife coming into play?

"Since my knife turned you on at El Devine, I need you to show me just how turned on it makes you while it's inside your cunt." His deep voice demands, low and husky, against the shell of my ear like he doesn't want anyone else to hear.

He elicits a squeak from my throat. My eyes bulge, my breathing screeching to a halt as I contemplate his request. Does he mean what I think he means?

He starts kissing my neck, his fingers reaching for my towel, pulling it below my breasts, exposing my hard nipples.

"Fucking hell, Valentine." His eyes are glued to my naked chest. His palm goes straight to touch me, and he squeezes one breast while holding the knife in the other. The blade is now back at my throat, moving down my chest slowly like he wants to cut me but doesn't. He's soaking up my nakedness with his feral eyes, and I watch one wavy strand of dark hair fall over his forehead.

The cold steel continues to trail in the middle of my breasts, down to my core, stopping right above my belly button. He slaps one of them, causing them to bounce, and he growls.

"Oh," I moan harshly, practically begging him to fuck me. I'm melting into downright despair for his cock. I want to feel him so badly. This night feels like the longest one of my life, but I'm not complaining.

He moves forward, and I stop breathing when his mouth is a centimeter away from touching me. "You. Are. Magnificent," he breathes against my nipple right before he puts me in his mouth and sucks hard.

"I want to cut the eyeballs out of any man that has looked at you the way I am right now." He murmurs in between his mouthfuls.

"Mmm," I purr, biting my lip so hard the pain ricochets back as he continues to tongue my nipple. My gaze jumps from the ceiling to the top of his head. He sucks on them, nibbling on my points, and I arch further into his bulge—the urge to pull down his pants infecting me.

"Do you have any limits, Alessia?" His question catches me off guard.

"I…uh…"

He pulls down my towel entirely, leaving me in my laced pink thong.

"I'm not a virgin, but…I've never been kissed down there. I've only ever been with Jack, since college, he?—"

His blade is at my mouth, hushing me as he presses it against my lips. His eyes narrow like I've struck a nerve.

He tsks, before his husky voice fills my ears. "Don't ever breathe that asshole's name again, Alessia."

Why am I so scared yet so fucking turned on by his primal need? The way he's claiming me right now has me in a chokehold.

"It won't happen again, Daegan."

"Good girl." He praises me as he kisses my neck. His tongue licks the bottom of my collarbone, trailing it all the way to my jaw like I'm a dessert.

"I just…I don't know my limits because they've never been tested or pushed," I confess, with embarrassment colored all over my face.

"What?" He growls. "You're telling me you don't know whether you like to be fucked hard? Fast or slow? Or choked until there's tears rolling down these pretty little cheeks?"

"No, I?—"

He interrupts me like he's infuriated.

"You're telling me your ex hasn't made you come with his fingers, or with tongue?"

Fingers? Tongue? Can you come with your fingers? You can finish with a tongue?

Jack was a missionary, or bend me over type of guy. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm.

Limits…do I have limits?

I pause, trying to recount every sexual encounter I've had with Jack, but then he intrudes my thoughts like he can read my mind.

"You're safe with me. I would never hurt a woman…unless they want me to. I can promise you that." His seducing tone softens.

Hurt me? Why would I want him to hurt me?

"Why would I want you to hurt me?"

He snickers, rubbing his chin, and a devilish grin paints across his face.

"Oh darling, the things I would love to teach you."

Jesus. Say fucking less.

"Teach me." I dare him. I hold onto him, hooking my arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. I nibble against him. God, his lips are so soft.

"Teach you?"

"Teach me, and give me all your darkest depraved desires. I can take it. I have no boundaries, and if I do, I want you to fracture them."

He shakes his head in disbelief.

He pulls down my panties slowly like he's enjoying every second. I bite my lip, my teeth sinking into it so hard that pain strikes back. A small sensual whimper escapes my throat as his fingers glide down my legs. My thighs are already damp from being wet. I haven't gotten wet like this for Jack…ever.

I look down, and I watch a maskless Daegan take my soaked panties, scrunching them in his palm. He places them under his nose and smells them.

"Fuck, you smell good." My underwear falls to the floor with my morals. My nipples pointed, goosebumps derived from salacity all over.

"Your pussy is already weeping, baby?" His fingers start at the bottom of my slit, coating himself in my wetness, and when he reaches my clit, flicking it in one swift gesture, a moan slips out from the intense sensitive pleasure. He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean.

I tilt my head to the side, and he grins sadistically.

"Just a fucking taste," he groans.

God, it's been so long. So long since I've had an orgasm. It feels like it's been years.

"I can take whatever you give me."

He hums dark and sweet with satisfaction. "You can take it, huh? Well, now you're going to have to prove it to me."