Chapter Four 690

Chapter Four

West

Fuck.

Delphine Harrington was carving her initials into my pec like I was her little bitch and I loved it. She was mesmerized, watching my skin split open under her knife and blood rush to the surface as she lingered. She’s gotten halfway through the D before I even suspected what it was she was marking me with.

Kneeling between her thighs, as she sliced me up like fucking sashimi, I almost forgot what my original plan was. I’d seen her, standing there in her corset, tits practically spilling out the top while she handled a dagger like a pro. My cock twitches, more precum practically gushing from my flushed tip as I think about it. I ain't leaving this room until I’ve been buried deep in her cunt, claiming everything that was owed to me.

I had no morals, no qualms about fucking her—but Alexi told me she would likely cut me up a little and that would be it. The possibility of more had vanished without a second thought, and I’d planned to simply resort to some good old classic blackmail with pictures of her dressed like a whore and my shredded skin.

Tonight was only supposed to be a ploy to gain the upper hand, create a potential scandal that would have her backed into a corner…except now I was here, blood, sweat an d precum dripping on the floor and I wasn’t ready to pull the rug out from beneath her just yet. No, I wanted to play a little longer.

There was no question about it, I was fucking her.

Or she was fucking me.

There would be fucking. It was inevitable.

Did it screw with my carefully plotted revenge? Only a little. But plans change and I’m a survivor. Quick thinking was a skill I’d honed at an early age.

She finishes the H with a neat little flourish, and we both stare at the angry, weeping wound as the blood trickles out. A fat ruby red bead rolls down my nipple before dripping down onto my abs. A second falls on my thigh. A third on the floor. Each landing with a soft spattering noise, the only sound besides our heavy and the muted heady bass filtering up from the nightclub below.

Blue eyes clash with mine and there’s a shimmer of electricity between us.

She has the same stormy eyes as my father, only his are cold and cruel whereas I’m drowning in hers as I look for other traces of him in her heart-shaped face, half hidden by the lace mask, but I find nothing.

Would the hunger in her gaze be replaced with disgust if she knew who I was? If she knew I was going to ruin her? Choke her with my dick, and then my wrath?

Everything I’d heard about Delphine Harrington told me she contained a lot of rage, bottled up in pretty packaging, which is what made her a ruthless businesswoman. What would happen if I popped the cork on that sucker? When I brought down her elite empire, what would be left in the ashes?

Right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care as she runs her dagger upwards from the base of my cock, right to the tip, leaving an angry red line on my body. My balls tighten as she moves back down, pressing harder near the bottom of my shaft, creating a small cut, letting more blood ooze out of me.

“Such a good boy when you want to be,” she murmurs, grabbing my chin as she lifts my lips to hers. Her words ghost across my skin and at this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to kiss my aunt. She’s mine. The blood flowing from my body binds us to one another, and like Eve, I’m desperate for that first bite from the apple. I want to taste sin.

I’m expecting a soft embrace, tightly controlled and detached, but her lips crash against mine and it’s like the entire room implodes. She claims my mouth without hesitation, without pause, making my stomach clench as a soft whine leaves my throat. It’s not enough, I need more. She tastes like blood and wine with hints of something spicier, like cinnamon.

I gasp, like some sort of virgin heroine, when she bites down into my lip, drawing more blood and smearing it between us with her tongue. The kiss is filthy and sticky and, for a moment, I forget about the knife pressed against my skin. That is until she makes another gash, this one along my abdominal V line.

“You bleed so prettily for me,” she praises as her tongue moves over my bottom lip, lapping up any remnants of blood she can find. I swallow down her words, begging for more kisses as she finally lets go of my face and instead wraps her hand around my throbbing cock. “Hhhhhmmm, it’s a shame that we only have tonight. The things I could do to you.”

I tremble as she shoves me backwards onto the floor and crawls up my body. She doesn’t remove a single item of clothing, simply pushes her skirt up and pulls her thong to the slide as she hovers above my face. I don’t need any further direction as she glides one hand into my hair, the other side holding the knife. Lifting my head, I lick along the seam of her body before pushing my tongue between her pussy lips. She tastes like honey, sweet and slick as I devour her.

Gently, I suck on her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her as she rolls her hips to grind on my face. Without warning, she drops down a little, bearing more weight on me and limiting my air supply. Pushing my tongue inside her tight body, I ignored the growing fuzziness in my head. My only thought as I keep working her over is that it would be an incredible way to die—with my head buried between her thighs.

It doesn’t take long for her to get worked up as she yanks my hair and rides my face like a woman possessed. Swirling my tongue over her clit, I scrape my teeth over the sensitive nub, loving the way she’s making my face sticky as her thighs clench together around my head and frantically taking her pleasure.

My view is partially obstructed by her creamy thighs, but there’s no missing the way her body reacts as she starts to come. She soaks my face with her release, curling in on herself. Her breathing is nothing more than little desperate pants, her muscles tensing as I feel her cunt contracting and pulsing. Biting down harder, I keep pushing her over the edge into the abyss.

Nuzzling my face against her pussy as she convulses through her orgasm, I’m rewarded with a hard pull of my hair that makes my balls tighten, as she growls, “Enough!”

Shifting down my body, I can feel the heat from her core before she settles near my hips.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she promises as she reaches behind to grab my cock and rub me against her slickness.

With the tip of my dick pressed against her, she slides down on my cock with a satisfied, drawn-out exhale. Once she’s fully seated, she places her hands on my chest, still clutching the knife.

“Fuck,” I grunt, as she lifts half off my dick before slowly lowering herself down again. And again. And again. Torturing us both with her snail's pace. Reaching up, I try to grab her breasts, but she brushes my hands aside with a scolding titter, rolling her hips as she does, making us both groan.

“Actions have consequences. If you want to come, keep your hands to yourself.” She warns as she pulls almost all the way off me until only the tip is still inside her wet heat. She’s fucking soaked for me, practically dripping as she slides back down until she’s fully impaled again.

Did I want to cum?

Of course I did.

Fucking hell, it felt like I was going to die if I couldn’t come inside her.

She’d been edging me with every bite, every drag of her nails or scratch of her knife, so there was no way this was going to last long. When she’d pushed me inside her, I’d almost nutted then and there, my balls begging for release.

When I first decided to use blackmail, part of me wondered if I’d feel guilty seeing my aunt like this. Her back arched, head thrown back, hands anchoring her to my chest as she drowns in pleasure. Using her to get what I wanted. But as her body clenches and practically chokes my cock, I know that the only thing I will ever feel for this woman is pure fucking need. I belong inside her body, under her nails, in her mouth, invading her thoughts—anyway I can.

A familiar tingling at the base of my spine is all the warning I get. Tossing my head back with a roar, my hands grip onto her thighs as I empty inside her. Fucking her bare is exactly how I imagine heaven feels like. Utter bliss. Nothing between us, only heat and desire.

My nails bite into her skin as I thrust upwards, making sure I pump her full of my cum.

“I said, keep your hands off,” she growls, as a second orgasm washes over her, and her tight cunt milks my body. Before I register what she’s doing, she brings the dagger down into my thigh, burying it in the muscle.

“Fuck!” I shout, the pain triggering another spurt of cum as she wrings me dry. Every. Last. Drop.