16. Chapter 16

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M y bedroom door creaks open, I know who it is before I even glance over. Jace and Blake went to the lake today because Jace was upset with me. He had asked for me to go to the store and grab some things and by the time I got back they were in bed. I couldn't figure out why he was upset with me; he didn't have to know everything about me.

"Hi, pet." I smile under my mask, knowing she hates that nickname. Under the moonlight I see her hands moving, asshole.

When Jace told me about this protection job, we both assumed it was some guy needing protection. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine it would be a girl, a mute one at that. I find myself enjoying her being uncomfortable. And imagine my surprise that she's not bad on the eyes. Her dark brown hair makes me want to wrap it around my wrist, while I shove her face underwater. I want to lick the curve of her thick thighs and bury my face in her pussy. Would she suffocate me? I wouldn't mind going out that way. Death by pussy… my headstone would be remembered by everyone.

"Well, do you plan on standing by the door the entire time, or are you going to come in?" I ask, throwing my hands under my head .

Blake slowly walks over to me. You hurt your friend today and you don't even care , she signs, standing beside the bed, peering down at me.

"Jace knows how to deal with me," I mutter, ignoring the fact that I might have actually hurt him. I might be a cold heartless bastard, but I can recognize I wouldn't be where I am today, alive, without that fucker.

I've known you for barely a day and I can already tell you're a heartless monster , she signs. Aw, how cute she thinks I'm a monster.

Smirking, I shrug. "To each their own, pet."

Blake's eyes narrow, and reaching forward she surprises me when she slowly climbs on top, straddling my waist.

"I can't say I'm upset about th—" I'm cut off when she produces a knife from behind her, holding it against my throat. Even with the mask and tactical gear, my neck is one of the places she could end me. It's covered by material, but nothing that would stop the knife if she wanted to plunge it into me.

"Is that what you want to do, pet, plunge that knife into my neck and watch me bleed out underneath you? Does that make you feel powerful?" I ask. She forces the tip of the knife harder against me, piercing the skin. For a second, I think she might actually do it, not that I blame her.

But she makes her mistake, taking in a ragged breath, her hands slightly shaking.

"It's okay, pet." I nod, the knife piercing my skin again. I groan. If she truly wanted to sink that knife into me like butter, I'd let her. The feeling is odd, not something I'm used to, especially not anymore.

Blake's eyes flicker down to my lips, making another mistake. Smirking under my mask, I twist the knife from her hand. Throwing her down on the bed, Blake scrambles trying to get to her feet.

"Poor girl, walking into the monster's den, thinking she would have the upper hand." I chuckle. Flipping her around, her legs hang off the side of the bed, her luscious ass there, begging for me.

Whack .

My hands come down, smacking her ass cheek, my eyes glued to the jiggle of her skin. "Does Jacey boy know you're in here?" I ask. Blake doesn't answer me. Sliding her face to the side, she eyes me. Arousal clear and clearly begging.

"I asked you a fucking question," I growl. Grabbing the hem of her leggings, I rip them down her ankle. Her glistening pussy shines in the moonlight, and my mouth waters for a taste. Using the tip of the knife, I place it along her seam. Blake flinches, nicking her lip, a bead of blood pooling.

"Oh no, pet, look what you did," I tease. Kicking her legs apart, I bend, not giving her a chance before shoving the handle into her dripping cunt. Blake jerks forward. Grabbing a handful of her ass, I squeeze enough to make it hurt.

"Don't move," I hiss. "Or keep moving, darlin', keep moving so this knife slips and slices that pretty cunt open. I would love to eat this tight pussy. To taste that blood coursing through your veins. "

Pulling the handle out just enough, I thrust it back inside her. I expect her to moan or make some type of sound, but she doesn't. It only fuels my need to make her scream.

"Would you like that? Did you let them cut you and fuck you at the same time?" I ask, bending forward. I hum along her inner thigh, keeping the handle moving inside her. Blake clenches around it. "Hmm, does my pet like the idea of being cut open and fucked? Would you let me fuck your cunt raw? Spread my cum inside your womb?" Her hips buck back, the handle almost disappearing completely inside her. Fuck that's a sight, I like my sex rough, disgusting, and unsafe. And this girl so quickly is showing me she might just like it as well.

"Would you scream for me?" I ask, taking my glove off. I place my hand around the blade. Groaning as the knife cuts into my skin, blood pouring down onto her skin, soaking into her wet pussy.

"I want you to cum for me. You didn't last night, but you will now," I demand. Shoving my other hand down the front of my pants, I pull my cock out, gripping it tight enough that I hiss in pain. Blake jerks back once again, the handle disappearing inside her completely, only leaving the blade out.

"Fuck," I choke out. I'm cumming before I can think, spilling onto the ground in front of me. Blake, continues fucking the handle, the blade slips towards her cunt, nicking her. She doesn't stop, not until her legs shake and her wetness mixed with our blood drips down her inner thigh.

Sitting back, I yank the knife out, surprised that I just came within two pumps. I'm seriously that two-pump chump now. Or the fact Blake let me fuck her with a knife and she enjoyed it.

Peering up, Blake stands, pulling her pants back up her legs. Turning around, she smirks, her hands starting to move. ASL was something I hadn't used in a long time, that my post nut brain is trying to make sense of what she's saying.

Until she yanks the knife from my hand, turning it around and jamming the thing into my thigh.

"Fuckkkkk," I grit out. Holy fuck, she… she just fucking stabbed me.

My eyes snap up just in time . You're an asshole, she signs, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Who is this girl?

Should I have stabbed the psycho that wants to make me scream? Probably not. It was asking for trouble, more than I should get myself into. Ryker's dangerous, pushing my limits within a day.

The fact that he shoved a knife into me, and I enjoyed it. I came from the action, I wanted more, and I almost begged him. That was until I remembered Jace was just on the other side of the wall. Will Jace look at me differently now? I not only let Ryker touch me within minutes of being here and I literally let that man fuck me with a knife.

But I liked the roughness of Ryker, just as much as I enjoyed Jace being sweet and taking care of me. Ryker would fuck me like a whore, give me the pain I needed, while Jace would wrap me up in his arms and make me feel protected.

Jace earned my trust, while Ryker doesn't give a shit about it.

I shouldn't want Ryker, but I do.

Shaking my head, I head back into Jace's room. Twisting the handle, I close the door as quietly as I can. Watching my step, I climb into the bed, under the covers, doing my best not to disrupt Jace.

"Ryker talks loud," Jace mumbles, rolling over. I tense, my arms against my chest, waiting for him to freak out and tell me to get out of his bed. "Did he… hurt you?"

I sigh, turning on my side to face him. I'm not sure how to answer that. I came, so I would say I enjoyed myself. But I'm not sure how to handle that darkness inside me. I don't want Jace to look or treat me any differently because of it.

"Blake, I'm not upset with you," he whispers, grabbing the back of my head. I'm pulled against his chest. Wiggling a hand between us, I use my finger to write Ryker. It takes him a few minutes before he understands what I'm trying to say. "I'm not upset with him. I'm not entirely sure how I feel. Ryker is my best friend. We've been through so much in the military and how we got into being hitmen, but we've never felt the same way towards the same girl."

Jace's arms tighten around me, burying my face into his chest.

"I don't want to lose you when I feel like I'm just starting to have you," he murmurs. Tapping his chest I shake my head. Jace doesn't understand; he would never lose me. "Just promise me, be careful with him."

Peering up, I search his face, trying to understand what's got him scared about me and Ryker knowing each other. But if it has anything to do with the fact that Ryker has a thing for blood, just from the small hint of a few minutes ago, I should be scared, but I'm not .

"I don't like the idea of him hurting you," Jace mumbles, staring down at me. "Just be careful."

I nod my head into his chest. I wasn't sure what else to say or if there was anything to say at all.

My eyes snap open, already blurry with tears, blinking over at Jace, who's sleeping on his back with his arms behind his head. I swipe the tears away, and holding my breath, I pull the blankets off me, slipping out of the bed. Glancing at Jace over my shoulder, I bite my bottom lip. I don't know what changed, but it's like my sexual nature woke up all of a sudden. Just looking at Jace makes me want to jump his bones. The guilt inside tells me it's wrong. The things I crave from both Jace and Ryker are wrong.

I shouldn't want to be carved. I shouldn't want Jace to make love to me while Ryker watches and then fucks me like a rag doll. I shouldn't want those things.

I can't want those things. Jace is here to protect me and keep the true monsters away. I'm not sure what Ryker is here for, but I can't.

Shaking my head, I pull my gaze away from Jace. Stepping into the bathroom, I lock the door, triple-checking that it's locked before stripping my clothes and getting into the shower. The ice-cold water sprays across my body, goosebumps spreading across my skin. Ignoring the ping in my heart, I wash quickly, and get out .

Wrapping my hair into a towel and another one around my body, I realize I forgot to grab clothes from the dresser. It's not like Jace hasn't seen my scars before. Yet it's different. I felt uncomfortable when Ryker saw me naked, but with Jace it's embarrassing. I don't want to be the girl who has scars, baggage, and more fucked up thoughts than the average twenty-year-old.

Swallowing my fear, I unlock the door and step out, immediately stopping in my tracks when I find Jace sitting up against the headboard staring at me. Arousal pools between my legs, the guilt slowly seeping in again. But with the way Jace is staring at me, I want him just as much as he wants me.

"Blake," Jace growls. My eyes snap to his, feeling a little uneasy. His pupils dilate, his eyes traveling down the length of my body, and I know he can see the scars on my legs, the ones across my chest, and especially my neck and arms as I hold the towel over my chest.

"Drop the towel, Sunshine," Jace orders, leaving no room for argument.

I don't think. Releasing my hands from the towel, I let it drop to my feet.