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With a forceful shove, I broke through the skin, inserting the blade directly where his trachea was.
His brown eyes widened as he was forced to gargle his own blood. Removing the knife, I squeezed the slippery handle and began blindly driving it home anywhere I could penetrate, finally getting a reaction that was worthwhile.
His dying, garbled screams echoed inside the room and urged me on. The serrated blade sliced into his flesh with minimal ease. I didn’t stop until my chest was heaving and his neck looked like a crimson dipped honeycomb.
I felt his blood on my face, in my hair, and saw it all over my hands up to my elbows. There wasn’t a mirror in the room so I could only imagine what I looked like. The bishop’s hair was no longer gray, and his head hung at an odd angle. Licking my lips, my tongue swiped up the sweet metallic taste of a sufferer’s blood.
I blinked and looked away from him, realizing Romero was no longer behind the chair. He had taken a few steps back to watch me.
That seemed to be a habit of his—watching everything I did like he was analyzing me for something.
Peering up at him through lowered lashes, I offered him another shy smile, feeling a bit self-conscious.
“Whoops, sorry. I got a little carried away.”
“Come here.” There was no change in his vocal inflection; I couldn’t read his mood. Wiping my bloody palms on my ruined shirt, I went to him without hesitation.
The second I was within reaching distance, he had a hand knotted in my hair, slightly tilting my head back so that I was looking up at him.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel…better.”
“Beautiful.” He gave me the smile I was quickly coming to adore and dropped his mouth to mine, slipping his hand from my hair to the back of my neck.
He kissed me hard and deep, speaking to me without saying a word. I felt like I’d known him for a thousand lifetimes.
Walking us backward, we got all the way to the other side of the room without detaching from one another. Without warning, he spun me around and I found myself bent over the metal table he’d stitched me up on.
His leg came between mine and spread them apart. The unmistakable sound of his zipper going down had my body elated with anticipation. I hummed my approval when he slid the smooth head of his cock up and down my lips, gathering my arousal.
“You’re a dirty little bitch. Fuck, Cali your pussy is drooling all over my dick.”
“I’m only dirty for you, Rome.” I moaned and pushed myself at him, trying to slide him inside me on my own.
It was apparently the right thing to say. With a growl, he grabbed a handful of my hair and drove his dick into me.
My pussy gripped his thick length like a vise. I spread my legs a little further and gripped the edge of the table to keep me grounded as he hammered into me.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he ground out. “Put your hands between your legs, baby. Touch yourself.”
I eagerly responded to his command. Snaking one hand between my thighs, I fondled my already sensitive clit, no longer recognizing myself. Dirty talk had never made me wet before; killing someone had never given me such a lust-filled rush. As the blood sprayed, my arousal spiked. I needed to be fucked—hard—and Romero gave me exactly what I wanted.
He fisted my hair with one hand and brought the other one to my waist, pushing down on my wound. My legs almost buckled from underneath me.
“You like that?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!” I pleaded, bucking against him.
“Tell me what you need.” His demand was rhetorical. This man knew what I needed before I did but I was so delirious I would have recited the alphabet if he asked me to.
“I need you, Rome. Fuck me—hurt me.”
With another growl that sounded much more beast than man, he gave me exactly what I asked for.
He wrenched my head back to the point I could barely swallow, pressed his palm down, and bit my shoulder just hard enough for my endorphins to go crazy from the pain. The table tilted and fell from the force of our bodies repeatedly thrusting against it, hitting the floor with a loud bang.
“Rome!” His name spilled from my lungs and echoed around the room. I came on a soundless scream, clenching around him as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
