The Wedding Debt (Underworld Kings)

A tear forms in my eye, but I blink it away.

“Are you scared of me, little bunny?”

I shake my head, determined not to show him how fearful I am.

Because he thrives on it.

He lives to see the fear in my eyes.

He pulls it back and spins the blade around so he holds the sharp end. “I might be vicious … but I’m not cruel.”

Suddenly, he shoves the back end of the knife in my pussy, and I gasp in shock.

I can’t believe it’s actually inside me as he thrusts and twists it around.

He’s holding the blade, and he doesn’t even seem to care about the pain it might cause him.

He leans in to lick my earlobe, making my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. I don’t know whether to cry or to moan because of what he’s doing to me. Because the way he expertly dives into my pussy with that thing makes me question all my morals … all I ever thought I knew about excitement. This is on a whole new level.

“Moan for me, Bunny, and I might give it to you,” he whispers.

I fight it. I fight it so hard, but a moan still slips out of my mouth as he starts flicking my clit while thrusting the handle of the knife inside. He toys with me, knowing exactly where to push to get me to react, and my body is helpless against him.

Even though I should hate him.

Despise him.

Fight him.

Instead, I arch my head to the side as he presses a single, all-consuming kiss on my neck. “Say you want me. Say you only want me,” he says, looking up into my eyes.

“I want you,” I respond in a completely intoxicated state.

I don’t even know what I’m doing or saying.

But I don’t want him to stop, even if it’s wrong, so wrong.

He pulls out the knife, leaving me bereft as he plants the hand holding the knife on the wall, only to replace the emptiness inside me with his finger.

“See … you like this,” he murmurs, feeling me from the inside out.

One finger is inside me while another toys with my clit, and I’m almost on the edge of falling apart.

“Show me what it looks like when you fall apart,” he says. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you? Fingered yourself.”

I nod in delirium as I’m still being ravaged between my legs.

“Good girl,” he says. And for some reason, that makes my whole body zing. “So you know what it feels like to come. Now show me.”

I gasp as he ramps up the speed, circling and teasing my clit until my knees begin to buckle under me.

“That’s it, Bunny … Give me your orgasm.”

Fuck.

I can’t stop.

A moan slips out as my pussy convulses, my whole body shaking as I almost sink down against the wall. But Luca holds me steady and in place, his eyes roaming across my face and body. The knife comes closer until the tip touches my chest, and he gently slides it across like a warning. A threat.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”

I swallow. Hard.

I can’t even protest, no matter how hard I want to.

He stole something from me no other boy has ever taken.

My first.

My first kiss.

My first touch.

My first orgasm.

Because when he asked me if I had touched myself … I lied.

I haven’t.

My mother told me not to. She said it was for grown-ups, and I believed her.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like.

But this … I never expected this.

And especially not with this boy …

I always told myself I would give all of it to Liam.

Fuck.

I bite my lip, trying to stop the anger from spilling out as Luca still has a knife pointed right at my heart, and I don’t want to endanger myself.

“So this was all just a game to you?” I say. “I’m just another girl you can conquer?”

He draws a heart with the knife, right where my heart truly lies, ending it with a soft puncture to make me bleed.

“I’ve bled for you, Jill,” he says, touching the wound on his head. “It’s only fair you do the same for me.”

I can’t believe this.

“Get out,” I hiss, tears welling up in my eyes. I clutch my towel so it doesn’t fall after everything that just happened. I don’t want to embarrass myself any further.

He takes the crown off his head and places it on my head instead. “My parents are right. This crown doesn’t look good on me.” I frown as he puts his knife back into his pocket and takes a few steps back. “But I’m glad I got the first taste.”

The first taste? Of what? Me?

“What the hell does that mean?” I say.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and takes a lick, the grumbling noise that follows making me all the more aware of my own excitement for him.