Blurred Lines (Unlocked Desire)

I suck her clit into my mouth while licking the tip with my tongue. My hands slide down to her pussy hole and I insert one finger followed by two, then three, until all four of my fingers are in her cunt. I twist my fingers, stimulating her g-spot.

She pulls away from my cock. “Finn, stop. Stop, I’m gonna pee.”

I drag my foot under her head and push her back onto my cock. “Get your mouth on my cock and let a man work.”

When she doesn’t listen. I let go of her clit and use my other hand to slap her pussy hard. “I will beat your cunt until it bleeds. Put my cock back into your mouth, baby girl.”

Her teeth graze on my dick, and I slap her directly on the clit. “Watch your teeth. If I have to tell you again, your cunt will pay for it.”

She goes back to sucking my dick, and I pull her clit into my mouth, moving my fingers in her pussy until her hips lift off the bed and she smashes my face with her sweet cunt. It doesn’t take long, but her cunt contracts around my finger and that’s when I bury my face in her hole and drink up all the cum she’s got to offer me.

My cock falls from her lips, and she screams. “Finn! Jesus, Finn! What are you doing to me? I’ve just had an out-of-body experience.”

I give her pussy a few licks before I get up and look at her. “You’re a dirty girl, Anissa. Seems you like all the depravity I’ve got.”

She smiles at me as she gets off the bed.

I rub my cock and stare at her big, perfect ass as she walks toward the dresser. “Where do you think you’re going, Slugger?”

Anissa picks something up and then turns to me. In her hand is a small knife with a shiny, sharp blade.

Chapter Thirteen

ANISSA

“What are you doing with that knife, Anissa?”

I smile at Finn, enjoying how his eyes widen in fascination.

He leaps off the bed, walking toward me slowly, like someone approaching a rabid dog. “Put that down, baby.”

“Why do you have BL written on your body? What does it stand for?”

Finn’s eyes darken and his jaw tics. He grits his teeth before saying, “You know what it stands for.”

He’s right. I know exactly what it is and who did it to him. “Lay down on the bed, Finn.”

“You’re holding a knife in your hand.”

“You either trust me, or you don’t, Finn. You either believe me when I tell you I love you, or you don’t. What’s it going to be?”

His eyes dart in panicked waves before he finally sits on the bed and then lays down.

My eyes are fixated on the jagged knife mark on his lower stomach as I straddle his thighs. “I want it gone, Finn. I want it replaced with something else. She fuckin’ did this to you when you were a child. It’s small, and since you aren’t that little boy anymore, I want it gone. I want every fuckin’ thing she did to you wiped out and replaced by good things.”

I don’t even think about it as I dig the tip of the knife into his flesh and carve over the letters BL with the letters AO. “You’re mine, Finn, and no one else gets to mark what’s mine.”

I bend down and lick the blood on his stomach, taking all of him into me. I might have met this man under very fucked up circumstances, but in the short time I’ve known him, he’s become my entire world, and me his. Everyone’s connected by six degrees of separation, and through some miracle of faith, Finn and I have found each other.

“Anissa,” Finn moans my name, his fingers twisting in my hair as he holds me down on his chest.

I kiss the fresh scar, move his hand from my hair, and look him straight in the eyes. I grab his hand and place the knife in his palm before sliding off him and laying on the bed by his side. “It’s your turn.”

Without saying a word, Finn kisses my nipple, pulling it away with his teeth and making me moan. He traces the tip of the blade along my skin, the icy-cold metal and his blood trailing a line from my breastbone all the way to the top of my pussy. “You’re fuckin perfect.”

He moves the blade under my breast and right there close to my heart, the tip of the blade goes in, and Finn carves the letters FO. He dips his fingers in the blood and then writes the word MINE on my stomach.

He touches my initials on his abdomen. “I like you used my last name as yours. It’s only fitting since you’ll be my wife.”

“You gotta ask for that to happen.”