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February 27 - February 29, 2024
“The labia piercings I got when I was twenty. I liked the way they looked. I know they’re small, but somehow they remind me of armor.
“The last one, the fourchette, I got that a few months before I met you. It just made me feel more confident. And I thought a partner might like it too.”
“You,” I say. Every breath shudders through my lungs. “I met you. I didn’t want anyone else. Just you. I only want you.” There’s no amusement or relief in his eyes, only predatory intensity. He looks at me the way a tiger would a lamb.
“Remember what you just said when you think you can’t possibly come again. Because you will. We’ve got four fucking years to make up for.”
“Pick a safe word. Do it now.” I swallow. Hard. “Chainsaw.” His breathy laugh is a burst of warmth against my core. “How fitting, love. Now be a good girl and find something to grab on to”—he says, then passes one long, slow lick over my center—“because I’m about to destroy you.”
But she’s about to discover that I’m the devil she never knew she needed.
I flick my tongue over the curved metal bar just below her clit as my thumb circles her sensitive nerves with just enough pressure to leave her wanting for more.
“I didn’t quite catch that, love.” I latch on to her clit and roll my tongue across the bud and the metal bar until a loud moan finally passes her lips.
Sloane’s laugh becomes a cry of pleasure when I plunge my tongue into her pussy to taste her sweet, hot arousal, letting it cover my senses and burn into my memory. My fingers trace the symmetrical rows of titanium balls and bars that frame her entrance and she squirms before I drag my tongue through her lips and return to her clit to dip a finger into her pussy. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back against the pillow. Her good hand grips an iron rung of the headboard as she bites down on her lip.
Her pussy soaks my hand as I pump my finger in slow strokes. “Did you want something, Blackbird? You’re going to have to speak up.” “More,” she says, louder this time. “I need more.” I add another finger and a louder moan slips past her lips. But she’s still holding back. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to come.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I say. She meets my waiting gaze, her eyes hooded with lust. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you this one and let you come. But you’d better find your voice quick, little bird. Because we’ve only just started, and I will keep this up as long as it takes until I’m satisfied that you’re not hiding from me. By the end of this, you’ll scream. That’s a fucking promise.”
Unblinking, I suck her clit into my mouth, press my lips to her flesh, bear down on her to push her closer to coming undone. She cries out and tightens her grip on the iron bar of the headboard. Her pussy cinches around my fingers and I grin against her clit.
The same way I look at her and find beauty in the marks that are only temporary, she looks at me and I know she feels the same. There’s art in our scars. There’s wonder in the way we can heal.
The whole goddamn neighborhood could hear you and I wouldn’t give a fuck.” I slam into her with long, powerful strokes, my cock rolling over that piercing with every pass, making me feral with want. I’m flooded with her. Her scent and her raspy moans. Her pulse as it surges against my palm. The sight of her body beneath mine.
I lean down and seal my mouth over her pussy. My fingers work her swollen clit. I’m rewarded with a shocked yelp of my name as I plunge my tongue into her pulsing channel. “Rowan—” Her muscles contract and our cum floods my mouth. I smile against her flesh as I collect our spend on my tongue. Then I prowl up the length of her body. Sloane’s hazel eyes flash, the bruises setting off the green hues in her irises as they dance between mine. I think the realization is finally setting in. This isn’t even close to over. It’s only just begun. My weight rests on my forearms as I hover over her. I tap
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This kiss is raw. There’s no barrier left between us now.
“You taste that, Blackbird?” I ask when I pull away just enough that I take up all the space in her field of vision. “Yes,” she whispers. “You know what that is?” She has the good sense to shake her head. I smile. “An appetizer. And now it’s time for a fucking feast.” I slide back down her body to settle between her trembling thighs as I snake a hand beneath her back to raise her pussy to my mouth. And just as I promised, before the night is through, she screams.
Rowan’s name more than once. He roared mine as he came in my mouth, my hair twisted around his fist. When I finally begged him to stop making me come, he gathered my limp, spent body in his embrace, piled pillows around my injured arm, and then slid back into my pussy to the sound of my gasp. I felt the smile in his lips against my neck when I whispered a disbelieving curse. “Go to sleep, Blackbird,” he’d said, then placed a kiss on my neck before laying his head down on the pillow. “Or don’t, up to you. But I’m going to sleep like a fucking rock with my cock buried deep in your perfect
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“Of course I am. My bestie is in l-o-v-e and I get to meet her man for the first time.”
There are 107 pages left, I want them to get their happy ending but I don't know if they will
He permanently reserves the booth he knows you would want at his popular restaurant. He beats the shit out of an emo pervert for watching you masturbate. He has some random neighborhood kid bring you groceries. Who the fuck are you kidding? You don’t just “more than like” this guy.
And across the full front of the restaurant, stretching over the door and the awning, a massive sign in block letters. BUTCHER & BLACKBIRD.
My heart. He really loves her.
There’s relief knowing I can love and be loved, after years wondering if I was so broken that there was room only for vengeance and loneliness in my heart. And I think I see the release of that burden reflected in Rowan’s eyes too.
And watching Rowan share his art with such passion and confidence is like injecting an aphrodisiac directly into my veins. My desire for him grows more powerful with every moment that passes, and he’s so immersed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t seem to notice any of the signs.
He pulls my panties to the side and notches his cock to my entrance, then slides into me with a single stroke to the sound of my gasp. And then he just stays there, unmoving, lodged to the hilt in my pussy.
“Did you like it?” he asks. “Y-yes.” “Missing anything?” “I …” Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t think clearly with his cock thick and hard in my pussy, my arousal slick at my entrance, my clit demanding relief.
An indulgent kiss lingers on my neck as his cock twitches within me.
“Thorsten Harris probably would suggest—” “Blackbird,” Rowan says, punctuating his warning with a bite to my earlobe. “Do not even think about finishing that sentence, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Lol, this man won't ever get to live this down.
My eyes remain closed as I grin. “I like your version of hell.”
Fire crawls beneath my skin as I gesture toward the front of the restaurant. Rowan stops next to the booth with a stern expression that states he’s clearly unwilling to entertain any protest I’m about to make, not that it will stop me from arguing. “I just saw a woman walk by with her groceries,” I say. “She does not want to see that. No one does.” “Of course they do. And even if they didn’t, there’s an important detail that you might be missing: I don’t. Fucking. Care. So are you using your safe word?” “No.” Rowan’s hands press flat to the surface as he leans closer, pinning me with an
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“Remember what I told you?” he asks, not taking his eyes from the apex of my thighs. I nod. “That you were going to devour me on a table in the restaurant.” “Damn straight, Blackbird. And this is a meal I’ve been fucking dying for.” Rowan stretches my panties to one side, lowers his head, and feasts. He wasn’t lying. There could be people walking by. They could be staring in the window. They could be at the table next to us and he doesn’t fucking care. He ravages my pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. He lavishes every piercing with attention and sucks on my clit. He plunges his
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“You’re going to take my cock as deep as you can. You’re going to ride it the way you want until you come all over it. And these tits,” he says as he unzips the back of my dress and pulls the low neckline down along with the cups of my bra, “you’re going to bounce these glorious fucking tits in my face.”
That’s right, baby, take me deeper in that tight little cunt. You’re going to be dripping my cum down those pretty thighs all the way home.
My orgasm shatters my vision with a burst of stars as I press my eyes closed and scream. I break apart as Rowan thrusts up, hitting even deeper as he spills into me, his hands gripped tight to my hips as he holds me down on his pulsing cock. Our foreheads are pressed together, our breath shared, our gazes fused. When we finally come down from the euphoric fog, I smile and trace Rowan’s cheeks with my fingertips. “I missed you too.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper. “Just home with you.”
“Is Sloane here?” I ask when Ryan enters the kitchen with one of the servers. “Not yet, Chef.” “Feckin’ Christ,” I hiss. Mia chuckles next to me on the line. “Put the Irish accent away, Chef. She’s just late.” “She’s never late,” I bark with a glare. “She’ll be here, don’t worry.”
I hope nothing happened to her
“When I was young, I collected every lucky charm I could find. I carried a rabbit’s foot around everywhere. Don’t ask Fionn where I got it, he’ll never shut up,” I say, and laughter surrounds us again. But Sloane doesn’t laugh, she only flashes a melancholy smile as she stays hooked on the past beneath my words. “I couldn’t understand why those talismans never changed my luck, so I stopped believing. But now I know. I was saving it all up to meet you, Blackbird.”
The tears in Sloane’s eyes shift and shine as they gather at her lash line. “I am not unlovable.” She jabs her bloody finger in my direction, punctuating every word. “I am very fucking lovable.”
You go girl!
“You might be psycho,” I say with a grin as her eyes narrow, “but you’re my psycho, and I’m yours. Got it?”
I shrug, even though I most certainly have not forgotten. When I decided to push his buttons and disregard most of his orders while riding his cock a few weeks ago, he kidnapped me as I was coming home from drinks with Anna, blindfolded me, and strapped me down on a table in the restaurant to eat a full range of delicacies off my naked body. He edged me for hours, drizzling caramel sauce across my nipples to suck it off as he fucked me, dripping cold whipped cream onto my genital piercings before licking them clean. Every time I begged for mercy, he laughed.
Rowan Kane, always threatening me with a good time.
“Marry Sloane Sutherland and love her forever, if she’ll let you,” she whispers.
“Sloane Sutherland, my beautiful Blackbird. From the first moment I met you, you changed the course of my life. I can’t remember anything being fun or exciting or new without you. I can’t remember feeling anything but numb until you burst into my world in your smelly little cage of orzo pastas,” I say, smiling when her laugh breaks free amid her tears. My grip firms around her trembling hand. “I can’t envision the future without you in it. And I don’t want to, not ever. So marry me, Sloane, and we’ll go on crazy adventures forever, and fuck shit up, and be best friends and do karate in the
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On Kane Atelier. I seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night. Rowan Kane took my brother. And I vow to take his.
Ooh next book
As for skullduggery, like I said, my scheming is pretty straightforward. Fuck my fiancée. Make her come. Send her away on her spa vacation with a couple of hickeys on her pretty tits.”
And then a few moments later, Rowan appears from the dimly lit corridor, stalking toward me with a new purple dildo and a bottle of lube in one hand. … A purple vibrator that matches his outfit. A dragon onesie costume. “Rowan Kane, what the fuck,” I say as I cackle with disbelief.
“Oh my God,” I moan into the sheets as he pushes it in deeper, slowly, inch by inch. Every thrust in my cunt is deep and slow as he guides the vibrator in until I’m filled, until I feel like I couldn’t possibly take more.
“Your dress fits the vibe too,” Lark chimes in. As soon as I told her that Rowan had proposed, she dragged me to her aunt Ethel’s house to lay claim to what she announced was a “gold-star-tits dress.” And she was right. Ethel’s vintage lace dress had been lovingly stored away in her enormous, museum-like home and was in near-perfect condition.
