Jack’s hands glide up my back as he takes in every inch of my face. “Anything you don’t want to do, tell me,” he says for only me to hear. “Traffic lights. Understand?”

I watch him back for a moment before I nod, a little surprised. When I lean down to kiss him, the energy between us sparks with a different kind of heated anticipation. I place my hands on Jack’s face and my tongue lavishes his mouth, dragging across his in long strokes, and when I pull back I take Jack’s bottom lip with me in a bite. Jack moans as my teeth scrape across the sensitive flesh. He wraps his hands around my ass to tug me closer until I can feel his hard length between us.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Jack asks between kisses as I grind on his cock. It strains against his pants and I press harder, not just for show, but to find friction for the throbbing ache in my clit.

“I bet she tastes as sweet as she looks. Maybe you should find out,” Sebastian replies, and when Jack pulls away from my neck to meet my eyes, a ravenous beast is looking back at me.

We could have murdered Sebastian five times over already, but the truth is, I want more than just the anticipation of the kill. I can keep trying to push my feelings away, but I still want him. I want Jack touching me, kissing me. Worshiping me.

Devouring me.

I raise an eyebrow in a challenge.

In my next breath, Jack has me on my back, his palms a cool brand on my thighs as they slide beneath the hem of my dress. He pushes it up over my hips and his mouth is on my pussy before he’s even tugged my panties down, his frustration with the thin fabric mounting until he whips a switchblade from his pocket and cuts them off in a single, fluid slice, much to Sebastian’s delight. When they’re gone, Jack parts my lips and drags his tongue across my entrance and he groans, groans right into the depths of me as though he’s been starving for my taste.

“So sweet,” Jack whispers against my clit before worshiping it with licks. One of his hands slides up my body to pull my dress down, exposing my breast to the cool air. A gasp leaves my lips as the tape tears from my nipple, its sting replaced with Jack’s fingers as he teases it into a firm peak.

I’m burning. I’m desperate. I barely hold onto the sounds building in my throat as I raise my hips when Jack sucks on my clit, chasing my pleasure with his tongue. The more I try to keep from moaning, the more I fail, and when Jack pushes one finger into my pussy and then another to curl them in deep strokes that glide across my G-spot, I stop trying altogether.

“Your sounds are mine,” Jack hisses, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s pushing my damp panties into my open mouth. I look down my body at the fierce command in Jack’s eyes, whimpering at the erotic taste of my own arousal. He pushes the last of the fabric past my lips and holds my jaw shut with his thumb. “They are only mine. Now come on my fucking tongue and keep quiet.”

Jack gives me a flash of a wicked grin.

And then he descends on my flesh.

He pumps his fingers and works my clit until my muscles are spasming, pulsing around him, sucking him in. Tiny bombs of sparks explode across my vision. Pleasure winds up my back and tightens it like a bow. My heart deafens every sound and thought and I don’t even know if I obey his command. My eyes are still closed when Jack pulls the fabric from my mouth and kisses me, sharing my taste onto my tongue.

When the kiss slows and Jack pulls away, he stays hovering over me with one arm braced next to my head, the other hand working his belt buckle open.

“I’ve had a vasectomy,” Jack says, keeping hold of my eyes as though we’re the only two people left in the world. I hear each tooth of his zipper as it opens, each one like a tick of time. “I’ve been tested and I’m clean. But you should know that condoms can be…difficult for me. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes,” I say, and though I want to ask what he means, I don’t.

“Are you sure?” he asks. I nod until his eyebrows raise and I confirm it out loud. “This might feel…different.”

I finally look down between us.

“Oh my God.”

I take in the sight of Jack’s erection, the base gripped in his hand, my orgasm-addled brain taking a moment to process what I see. There are pairs of studs trailing the length of the underside of his cock, with a Prince Albert piercing at the head, the titanium glinting in the dim light. Sebastian echoes my thoughts with sounds of surprise and words of approval. But it’s like he doesn’t exist to Jack.

“Are you sure.”

Heat floods my core, my pussy begging before I have a chance to.

“Definitely. Very sure. Very, very sure.”

Jack smiles, and it’s so wicked, so sexy, that I almost come again before he’s even touched my clit with the titanium ball at the head of his cock. A desperate sound of desire escapes my lips and Jack’s eyes narrow in warning.

“What did I just say, lille mejer,” he whispers.

“Don’t worry, my studded buddy,” Sebastian chimes, his words slurring as the sound of rustling fabric drifts toward me. I hear the clink of his belt buckle opening. “I have a way to keep her quiet.”

I blink once at Jack, my face saying a thousand thoughts that I can’t seem to shape into sounds. All of them orbit the word fear.

One moment, Jack is there, gliding his piercing across my sensitive nerves in a gentle tease.

The next he’s gone, and the sound of a pained and panicked cry rises above the music.

“She deserved to have a little fun at your expense.” Jack’s voice is a rumble of menace toward our guest. I scramble to my feet just as Sebastian falls to his knees. “But if you’ll excuse the pun, I draw the line at you thinking I’d ever let you touch her.”

Jack holds my eyes as he makes another slash across Sebastian’s throat with his switchblade, sending a spray of blood pulsing across the floor and his clothes.

Sebastian slams to his chest with his waning strength, his gurgling pleas quieting into stuttering exhalations.

Jack tosses the switchblade into the shadows and turns, his pants barely clinging to his hips and his erection still hard beneath his briefs. He pulls his blood-soaked shirt off and stalks toward me, lethal, consuming. Inescapable. When Jack reaches out a hand it’s like a magnet, and I take it, following with sure steps as he leads me to the growing pool of blood and pulls me down with him to the floor.

Jack folds a bloody hand around my throat as he lowers my back into the sticky warmth. He tugs his pants and briefs down and enters me with a single stroke to the sound of my shameless moan.

“What did I tell you at the club, Kyrie?” Jack says, his voice sweet and alluring, his eyes alight with silver sparks of fury. He slides out of my pussy, inch by inch, every round titanium ball causing a tingling swirl of growing desperation to ignite in my belly. “What did I tell you?” he repeats, squeezing a fraction tighter around my neck.

“Well-being… Best interests…” is all I can manage between panting breaths as I try not to come so soon with the deceptively gentle glide of his studded cock.

“No. Try again.”

“Claim…”

“Good girl. That’s right. I said I’m not here to claim anyone but you. So that is exactly—” a vicious thrust has me whimpering with pleasure— “what I am going to do. And any man who even imagines touching you will be sliced into ribbons of flesh—” another pounding thrust, the impending orgasm unstoppable in my core— “and then I will fuck you in a pool of blood while their heart still drums its final beats.”

I moan as Jack grabs my thigh in a bruising grip, pulling my leg across his back so he can bury his cock deeper, the titanium ball at its head caressing my G-spot with every rocking stroke. “Not a disincentive…will find more prey,” I grit out between a growing cadence of punishing thrusts.