Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Open up, Cosmo. If you’re thirsty for blood, then have at it.”

My nostrils flared as he brought the cloth to my lips. I opened my lips, and he shoved it into my mouth. I could taste his blood.

“You can be a good boy when you want to,” he said softly. “When you want. It makes me wonder if…”

I gasped when he slipped the knife under what was left of my shirt, the metal cold against my skin. He sliced through the fabric so the ripped shirt slid from my body.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he whispered. “But it feels too good to stop.”

He wiped the knife over my chest, smearing blood over my heart.

“You drew blood from me twice now, Cosmo. All I can think of is what’s preventing you from killing me the next time, but not even that threat is enough to keep me away from you. What the fuck have you done to me?”

He cut through my shorts and my thong, leaving it dangling on one side.

“Get down on your knees and suck me off.”

A tremor ran through me.

“On your knees, Cosmo.”

I went down on my knees and reached for his belt buckle. In a matter of seconds, I’d freed his cock from his jeans. Seeing it erect excited me. I’d stabbed him, and he was still hard for me.

I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and tasted the bitterness of his precum and a bit of saltiness.

He lay the flat side of the knife against my cheek. “You can open wider to please Daddy, or do you want me to slice open those lips.”

I widened, my heart pounding in my chest, and he removed the knife. He hissed a breath as I slowly took him to the back of my throat, then worked my lips up and down. He clutched one of my hands in his and placed the other on the counter as he snapped his hips forward. I concentrated on my breathing and tried not to gag, while tears ran down my cheeks.

“Do you know how powerful your tears are, Cosmo?” He thumbed the wetness from my cheek and popped his thumb into his mouth. “Your tears drew me to you first. You cried the first night I fucked you too. So many tears. I wonder what they mean this time. Am I being too rough on you?”

I squeezed his hand once.

“That’s what I thought.” He’d put the knife on the counter and now fucked my throat hard and fast. “You never wanted the decency of my love, did you, beloved?” He cupped my jaw and pulled me off his cock, swept me off my feet easily, and spread me out on the counter before him. “All you wanted was the violence of my obsession with you.”

I removed the dish towel from my mouth. “You’re wrong.” I held the side of his neck. “I crave everything I have with you. You know how to balance the sweet with the dark, Hunter, and I love you for it. You surround me with kindness, hurt me just enough, and tolerate my madness when you couldn’t possibly understand the extent of it. Who I am, what I’ve been through, what they’ve made me come to accept as normal should scare you.”

“It does,” he whispered. He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside me. “When I want to fuck you dry just to hear you cry from the pain, it scares me. When I want to keep you chained to my bed to do with you as I please, it fucking scares me, but nothing scares me as much as thinking about living without you. You tell me if I hurt you, Cosmo. I swear to god I’ll stop if you tell me to, but I just need to be inside you so fucking much.”

I clutched his shoulders.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

Hunter shoved his whole length inside me in one go, and my head fell back against the wall as I cried out. He reached across me and shoved the window open.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“Did you know from where he is, Agent Ellis can see right into our kitchen?” He sounded amused. “I bet if you scream loud enough, he’ll know for sure that you’re happy where you belong. Right on Daddy’s thick cock.”

“Oh god.”

He pulled out and canted his hips again, each thrust stretching and burning with nothing but his spit for lube. If not for my body already being stretched from sex with him earlier, it would have hurt something awful, but the burn was too good for me to stop him.

“Do you love my dick, baby?” Hunter growled.

“Yes!” I sobbed. “Oh my god, Daddy. Oh my god.”

“Tell me you love my dick, sweetheart.”