Unhinged (Deranged and Obsessed #1)

Chapter 10

10

ISLA

“ T ake me out, Isla,” Roman snarled, and I found myself setting the knife aside and going for the button and zipper of his dark pants. “Stop taking up all our fucking time and get my cock out, little girl. You want me, so fucking take it.”

I slowed my movements and lifted my gaze to Roman. “It’s funny and even kind of cute that you think you’re in control right now.” While staring into his eyes, I popped his button undone.

He strained again, his black T-shirt rising to show a glimpse of an abdomen covered in muscles, his biceps bulging with restrained power and strength.

“How many people have you killed?” I found myself asking suddenly, not realizing that waiting for him to answer was making me feel like a fiend for my next fix. I dragged the pocketknife up his chest, wanting to tear away his T-shirt. He didn’t respond, just stared at me, letting me run the blade over him with the threat that I could cut him.

I placed the pointed tip at his jugular and scanned his face. His dark hair was on the longer side with locks hanging over his forehead. I didn’t know how it happened, but I was on top of him. He looked massive beneath me, his muscles straining, his teeth bared as if he were a trapped animal.

He was so hard under me, not just because he was rock-solid with strength and muscle but because his cock was like an iron rod pressed right between my thighs.

While he watched me, not answering my question, I let my fingers trace the firm lines of his chest beneath his shirt. I felt the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my touch. It was steady, as if he wasn’t afraid nor anxious about the situation.

“How many lives have you taken?” The question had been hanging between us, and I repeated it in a whisper that felt almost intimate. My voice was steady, unafraid. I wasn’t sure what he’d say, but I knew what I expected him to tell me .

We were both drenched in darkness. He was me, and I was him. I knew that without a doubt.

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I saw something vulnerable flash across his features. But it was gone so fast I truthfully didn’t know if I’d actually seen it or just imagined this “weakness” in him.

“Too many to count,” he said, his voice rough but to the point. It was cutting and sharp, like the blade in my hand.

I felt the shift in the air, the heaviness of something unspoken.

“My first was my favorite.” He lifted his upper body as much as he could, his nostrils flaring, and something violent flashed in his eyes.

Roman’s jaw tightened, and his gaze turned distant like whatever memory he was drowning in took him further under, as if he were looking at ghosts I couldn’t see. “My father deserved every second of torture I inflicted on him before I ended his life.”

His words crackled between us, and I felt the rawness in his tone. I smelled the blood, felt the violence that clung to his confession.

We truly were one and the same.

I knew if I asked him for details, he would have given them to me. I knew he would have gotten off on telling me how he killed his father. This man was aroused by death, and the throbbing of his cock beneath me had reality fading and my own twisted need rising up.

And so I pushed everything aside, knew what I wanted at this moment, and just took it.

“You're so hard,” I whispered, but he didn’t show surprise by my bluntness. He said nothing, not with words anyway. His cock jerked, telling me he was right there with me. “Is that all for me, Roman?”

He groaned then, this vibration that was distorted and crazy-sounding and made my pussy soaking wet.

He licked his lips and looked at me with hooded eyes. But he didn’t respond, and I liked that little surge of defiance from him. “I’ll take it whether you want me to or not,” I said close to his face, my lips inches from his. It was an empty threat because we both know that he wanted me to fuck him just as much as I wanted to be fucked.

“You want this, little girl?” he snarled before snapping his teeth once more.

And because I was so close, his teeth caught my bottom lip and cut it open. I jerked back and gasped, my finger immediately going to the flesh and touching it. When my tongue darted out, I tasted metal, and when I pulled my fingers back, they were coated in crimson.

Anger and arousal swelled within me, and I ran my fingers down the side of his face, smearing my blood on his skin before shoving my fingers into his mouth. “If you bite me again, I’ll cut your dick off, Roman.” He grinned around my digits and then sucked the remaining blood off of them.

“You want my cock?” He lifted his hips, grinding his erection against me. “You want to cross that line?”

I started rocking back and forth over him and nodded before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t answer verbally, just took my knife and languidly cut his pants away until I saw the throbbing, massive length of his dick.

He was huge, the tip reaching his belly button, his pre-cum leaving clear and glistening trails along his hard, defined abdomen. I ran the blade over his six-pack, smearing the pre-cum and mixing it with his trimmed, dark chest hair. I nicked his skin, making a small cut that instantly welled with blood. He hissed and then moaned.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and dragged my tongue over that salty, slippery, metallic concoction .

“Goddamn, Isla.” He sounded… breathless. “Cut me again. Lick me again.”

I felt this corrupt desire move through me and cut him again, shallow nicks that would heal without leaving scars but right now turned us both on so damn much.

I licked his blood and cum off his belly, my breathing increasing with each passing moment. The same as Roman’s.

“Bring that little pussy up here. Let me suck on you until you come all over my face.”

My body was moving before I knew I was listening to his orders. But I got off the bed, which had a flash of anger washing over Roman’s face.

“Give me that little cunt, Isla, or you’ll see how strong I really am when I break through this fucking rope.”

I was breathing so hard as I set the knife aside and started getting undressed. Roman clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring with each breath. When I was naked, I was back on the bed and crawling up his body, smothering his face with my pussy. We locked eyes, he slowly grinned, and then I lowered myself on his waiting lips and tongue.

He groaned instantly, and I braced a hand on the wall, steadying myself as I let the feeling and sensations of him licking and sucking at my cunt take over my consciousness. He dragged his tongue over my clit, down to my pussy hole, and teased around the opening before pushing it in. I felt myself clench around him, but he was back at my clit before he could thoroughly fuck me with his mouth.

The moans that came from me should have been embarrassing, but they seemed to turn him on as he snarled and ordered me to grind my “little slit” all over his face.

And of course, I did just that.

“Suffocate me with this delicious cunt. Rub all this wetness on my cheeks and chin.”

I rolled my hips, popped my ass out, and bounced on his face until I felt my orgasm rise. “God, yes.”

“There's no God here, little girl.” He bit at my clit, and that spike of pain made me come so damn hard I tipped my head back and cried out so lost in the depraved ecstasy that, if not for my hand on the wall steadying me, I would have toppled over.

When I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, I slid off his body and rolled to the side to lay on my back on the bed. He gave me a few minutes to catch my breath and let my consciousness slowly sink back into my body before I felt him shifting next to me .

“Take these fucking restraints off so I can fuck you.”

I pushed up, stared into his eyes, and slowly grinned. “And if I don’t?” There was something that flashed in those bottomless pits a second before he pulled at the rope with his arms, his muscles bulging, and then there was a crack as the knots came free of the headboard. The wood split, severed, and he was free.

I gasped and moved back, not sure if he was going to fuck me nice or fuck me like the psycho he was.

He didn’t make me wait long as he got off the bed, got rid of the rope, and grabbed his cock, pointing the pre-cum glistening tip right at me.

“If you would have been a good girl and let me go, I wouldn't have to make you suffer before I fuck you,” he whispered. “But alas….”

Oh God… why did that turn me on in the most fucked-up way?