“You want my brothers to hear, don’t you?” His face is so close to my own, his breath fans over my heated cheeks. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I enjoy how hard his muscles feel beneath my fingers. His hand moves back up between us, the knife finding its way back to my throat.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly while grinding shamelessly over his cock. This position has him so deep inside of me I can feel him hitting the end of my channel. Each stroke bruises me from the inside out, leaving me with a twinge of pain in the wake of pleasure.
The blade moves from my throat, skimming down between my breasts. He moves the blade with precision like he knows that with the simple flick of his wrist he could kill me, make me bleed.
Feeling the cold tip flick against my nipple, I shudder…I gaze down at him through thick lashes and watch as he alternates between each breast. The pleasure is intense, and still I wonder what he plans to do with the knife. If he really feels that an eye for an eye is equal?
If he wants to hurt me so badly, then what will happen if he does? Up until now, everything has been an idle threat, but if I force his hand, then maybe he’ll discover that’s not really what he wants. I know I’m playing with fire, because if I’m wrong about this it would most definitely cost me my life.
Doubt plagues me. What if he enjoys it instead? What if he sees me bleed and wants more blood? What if one cut isn’t enough? Fear of the unknown intensifies the pleasure burning through my pussy. I have to trust him, trust my gut that his need for me, will overpower his need for vengeance, for revenge.
Staring into his eyes, looking deeper than I ever have before, I pray that an answer will appear. The first few days with him, I wasn’t able to find any feelings in the depth of his green eyes. Now, I could get lost in the dark pools of emotion reflecting back at me.
“Hurt me…cut my skin…make me bleed,” I say, digging my fingernails into his skin.
Shock flickers in his eyes as I say, “Please, hurt me…”
Chapter Eighteen
Declan
With my cock still deep inside of her, I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat once more. Her pulse throbs beneath my hand, her skin warm, and begging to be marked. She is pleading with me to hurt her, what a stupid girl she is. She shouldn’t test me like this. Offer herself up to me like this. She’s tempting me, but what happens when it’s no longer temptation? What happens when I draw her blood for the first time? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I catch sight of the crimson leaving her body.
I bring the knife to her stomach, the same spot I took a bullet just a few hours ago. An eye for an eye. My gaze flicks up to hers, those blue eyes of hers shining down on me. There isn’t a lick of fear in those depths when there definitely should be.
My eyes roam over her face. She’s so fucking beautiful it should be a crime. Beautiful, and perfect, and fuck I shouldn’t want her as badly as I do, but I can’t stop it and her asking me to do this, to hurt her, it’s only stirred that need inside me.
I grit my teeth, her pussy tightening around my cock and without hesitation as I press the blade into her creamy white skin. A soft gasp escapes her plump lips, and I watch with excitement as the sharp metal digs into her flesh, a drop of blood springs from a shallow gash to run across the blade.
My gaze narrows in on the blade as the blood beads at the tip, anticipating my excitement, I expect it to overcome me…instead a sick feeling starts festering in my gut. I suck in a breath, filling my lungs with as much air as possible, waiting for the satisfaction to wash over me. What the hell? I should feel satisfied beyond measure and yet I don’t. I’m waiting for peace to find me. But it never comes, nothing does. The blood stains her beautiful skin, and for nothing, because I feel nothing, no elation, excitement, no satisfaction and I realize why…. It’s not revenge I want from her.
The knife suddenly feels heavier in my hand and I drop it. It falls down to the bed sheets beside us, landing with a heavy thud.
Looking down at the small cut on her otherwise unblemished skin has me feeling anything but satisfied. Instead, I feel…fuck…I feel guilt.
“Fuck me, Declan,” she moans, grabbing onto my upper arms. She still wants me, after what I just did? How is that possible? I don’t stop to ask questions, instead I push the unwanted guilt away as far as I can and concentrate on nothing but the woman on my lap. I want her, truly want her. Revenge is as far from my mind as it gets right now. Grabbing her slim waist, I force her down onto my cock while thrusting upward at the same time. Her head tips back and a deep moan vibrates through her chest.