Page 42 of Death Rydes Shotgun

“Do it, then,” I whisper. “Make me bleed.”

Harmony flips the blade in her hand, the movement quick and practiced.

Instead of driving it home, she draws the sharp spine briskly across my skin with just enough force to slice a small cut across my torso.

Tiny rivulets of blood bubble up through the slice.

I hiss at the sudden sting of heat, my entire body locking up as a fierce, heavy wave of arousal spikes, shooting straight to my dick.

It jumps, wanting release from the confinements of my boxers.

More precum drips from its tip, blooming against the confines of its cotton prison.

My chest heaves as I gaze down into her dark, dusty eyes, as I take in the sight of her victorious smile, knowing without a doubt that we have both passed the point of no return.

Thirteen

Desire Equals Destruction

HARMONY

12:20 AM

Who is this new Harmony Grove? The one who gets off on slicing a man’s flesh open before sucking him off?

I’ve opened the door to a brand new kink, and I’m loving it.

When I leaned into the spine of my hunting knife at the carnival, it was to prove a point. The point was, I’m not afraid of Death.

Who would’ve thought, both Ryder and I would share the same fantasy.

However, something tells me this isn’t Ryder’s first time doing knife play, because he seemed awfully comfortable with asking me to draw blood.

As the beads of blood pop out of his newly opened flesh, I notice another form of fluid leaking from Ryder. The kind that has me licking my lips and wondering what he tastes like.

Flipping the knife, I drag the dull edge against his hip, and down his muscular thigh before dropping it to the hay covered floor. I figure I need both hands to unveil what’s waiting for me behind his boxer briefs.

I don’t expect what springs free to greet me. Not that I expected one thing or another, but what reaches out before me has my stomach clenching in both fear and excitement.

It’s not so much his length, which is nothing to sneeze at, but it’s his girth that has me biting my lower lip.

The thickness of him is going to stretch me past anything I’ve had in the past.

A dark chuckle comes from Ryder as he stares down at me, watching me closely. “You like what you see, pretty girl?”

I swallow back the knot in my throat before I murmur, “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you.” He takes my chin in his fingers, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Tell me how much you want this dick.”

My core turns to liquid fire, spilling out and coating my panties.

His words burn through me, and the thought of how much I want his cock in my mouth, inside my pussy, scares the shit out of me.

I shouldn’t be this hungry for a psychopath.

“I don’t just want your dick, Ryder. I need it,” I pant out the words.

“Such a good girl,” Death growls through clenched teeth. “Now open your mouth for me and take my cock until you’re choking on it.”