Page 168 of Hide And Seek

“You want to come on this, don’t you?” he murmured, voice dripping with filthy satisfaction.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He circled the handle over my swollen clit in slow, torturous strokes until my thighs trembled. When he finally pushed it lower and sank it inside me, I moaned loudly, clenching around the unfamiliar thickness.

He made a pleased sound low in his throat. “Look at you,” he growled, pulling the handle free for a moment. It glistened with my arousal, even in the low light. “So fucking wet for a knife.”

He thrust it back in deeper, pairing it with slow drags of his thumb over my clit. I was shaking and teetering on the edgewhen he suddenly withdrew everything and flipped me onto my stomach.

He yanked my hips up, roughly forcing me onto my hands and knees, and his free hand returned to my throat, squeezing as the thick head of his cock nudged my dripping entrance. I thought he’d sink into me then, but instead he dropped his hand from my throat and plunged his fingers between my legs, gathering the wetness from my pussy and spreading it over my asshole.

I shivered with anticipation, assuming he was going to fuck my ass, and then I heard a click as he folded the blade of the knife back inside the handle. Then I felt the blunt rubber press against my ass instead of his cock.

“I’m taking both holes at the same time,” he rasped against my ear. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

There was no room for doubt in his voice. No hesitation. Just stone-cold certainty. He really knew every little piece of me. My fears, my cravings, every filthy secret I’d buried deep inside until I met him.

“Fuck,yes,” I moaned.

“It’s going to hurt, baby,” he said. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

He pushed forward in one brutal thrust, cock stretching my pussy while the thick handle forced its way into my ass. The sudden, burning fullness ripped a cry from my throat as pain and pleasure twisted together so sharply I nearly blacked out.

“Fuck,” Rhys groaned, voice ragged. “So goddamn tight.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard, driving deep with every thrust while working the knife handle in the same ruthless rhythm. The dual stretch was overwhelming, and I reached between my legs, frantically rubbing my clit as broken moans spilled from me.

“You’re taking it so well,” he snarled, slapping my ass hard enough to sting. “Such a perfect little slut for me.”

I couldn’t respond as the pressure inside me built impossibly fast. I could only nod and gasp.

“Come,” he ordered, voice like gravel. “Right fucking now.”

The orgasm tore through me like lightning. I screamed, clenching violently around his cock and the knife handle as wave after wave crashed over me, and he fucked me straight through it, merciless, until my arms gave out and I collapsed onto my forearms.

A moment later, he pulled out with wet, obscene sounds. He flipped me onto my back again and straddled my chest, pumping his glistening cock with his fist.

“Open,” he growled.

I obeyed immediately, and he shoved between my lips with a guttural groan, flooding my mouth with hot, thick pulses. I swallowed every drop, eyes locked on his face.

When he finally pulled back, he stared down at me with raw reverence, brushing his thumb over my swollen bottom lip.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmured. “Just so fucking perfect.”

I smiled weakly as he helped me to my feet, though my legs were still trembling badly enough that I immediately swayed toward him. A soft laugh escaped his lips, and before I could protest, he scooped me into his arms.

Pine needles crunched beneath his boots as he carried me through the trees toward the lake house, his hoodie wrapped tightly around me. Somewhere above us, branches shifted softly in the wind, moonlight slipping through them in fractured streaks.

I was wrapped up in the arms of a man who looked like he belonged in every cautionary tale I’d ever been told growing up, and yet I felt impossibly safe.

When we finally made it back inside, I caught a glimpse of myself in the entryway mirror as Rhys flicked the light on. “Oh my god,” I muttered, rubbing the side of my head. “My hair’s full of pine needles and… god, what even is this?”

“Looks like sap,” he said. “Why don’t you go wash it out while I start dinner?”

I gingerly rubbed my head again. “You don’t mind?”

“‘Course not.” He gave me a playful slap on the ass. “You know I can cook unsupervised.”