I drag the knife away from her abdomen slowly, watching the way her body reacts even before the pain catches up, then I bring the blade closer to my face, holding her stare as if I can pin her there, as if looking away might let her escape something she has no right escaping. The metal is still warm, slick with her blood,and I inhale deeply, letting the scent settle in my lungs like something sacred, something I’ve earned.
Because Ididearn it. I deserve every drop of blood in her body. Every scream. Every dark thought. Every second of her life belongs to me now.
A slow, unhinged smile pulls at my lips as I tilt my head, studying her carefully.
“I love the smell of fear.”
The words come out softer than they should, almost reverent, like a confession instead of a threat, and then I drag my tongue along the edge of the blade, tasting her, tasting everything she’s trying so desperately to hold inside. The sharp metal bites into my tongue in the process, a sting that blooms into something warm and metallic, and I let out a low, satisfied hum as our blood mixes, as if that alone binds her to me in a way she’ll never wash off.
There’s a shift in me as I watch her, something darker settling deeper, rooting itself in a place that stopped feeling human a long time ago, and I let it take over without a second thought, because this is what I’ve been waiting for, what I’ve been building toward, what I’ve needed.
“I love destroying you, piece by piece.”
My voice drops low, almost intimate, like I’m sharing something meant only for her, like this is some kind of twisted truth she should feel honored to hear, and before she can turn away or spit something back at me, I’m already moving.
My free hand comes up fast, fingers tangling in her hair as I yank her head back hard, keeping her exactly where I want her, exactly how I’ve imagined it too many times to count. She tries to pull away, I feel it in the tension of her neck, in the way her bodystrains under me, but it only makes me tighten my hold, only makes something vicious curl into a smile against my mouth.
Then I crash my lips into hers, not a kiss, never that, something harsher, something that takes instead of asks, and I force my tongue into her mouth, still slick with blood, still stinging from the cut, pushing past any resistance she has left.
The bitter copper lingering in my mouth spreads instantly, thick and undeniable, mine and hers mixing together as I deepen it, as if I can drown her in it, as if I can make her swallow every piece of what she’s become for me. She fights it—I feel the way she tenses, the way her breath stutters against mine—but I don’t stop. I don’t ease up. I only press closer, holding her there until the line between pain and pleasure twists into something she’ll never be able to forget.
Only when I pull back do I let her breathe, my grip still tight in her hair, my forehead almost touching hers as I watch her, as I take in every broken piece of her reaction like it’s something worth memorizing.
“You’re disgusting,” she spits, blood sliding from her mouth and down her chin—an image that makes me hard instantly.
“Oh, kitten… disturbing? Maybe. Disgusting?” I let out a low, amused breath. “I don’t think so.”
I step closer, close enough to feel her breath hitch, and wipe the blood from her skin with slow, deliberate movements, like I’m taking my time with something that already belongs to me, my other hand moving to unzip my pants without breaking eye contact.
“Now let’s hear the sounds you make while I break you.”
Her eyes go wide, fear flashing through them as she tries to jerk away, her body straining against me, but there’s nowhere for her to go, nowhere to run, and we both know it.
I pull myself free, already hard, already aching, then grab her legs with both hands and lift her up like she weighs nothing, forcing her exactly where I want her.
With the same hand I used to wipe her mouth, I drag it down slowly, coating myself in our blood, spreading it along my cock until it stains me a deep crimson red.
“Go on, kitten… fight it,” My mouth brushes hers, the corner of my lips twitching upward. “It only makes it better for me.” I whisper, my mouth barely brushing hers as I guide myself to her entrance, dragging slowly along her cunt to feel the way she trembles in my arms, making sure she understands exactly what’s coming.
“Please… stop,” she says between sobs, her voice breaking apart on every word, but it doesn’t move anything in me.
I don’t remove the device before I thrust into her, forcing her body to adjust to both at once
“Fuck!” A rough sound rips out of my throat as my head falls back for a brief second, something violent and overwhelming surging through me while her cunt tightens around my cock, dragging a deep, primal growl from my chest.
“No… please, stop!” she cries, the words breaking apart as she keeps begging, but it only drives me harder, only fuels something crueler in the way I move.
My hands lock around her ass, keeping her pinned against me as I lift her, controlling every inch of it, forcing the rhythm, driving her up and down against me with no mercy, no pause, no intention of slowing down.
“That’s right, kitten,” I say through ragged breaths, my fingers digging harder into her skin as I force her down onto my cock. “Beg.” A low, cruel chuckle slips out as I lean closer, my voice dropping into something colder, sharper.
“I bet Reed begged too.”
I keep moving inside her without pause, without caring how loud her cries have become, each sound only feeding the rhythm instead of stopping it.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” The glass hits the table with a muted thud while Cain pushes through her desperate pleading and starts walking toward us.
“Looks like someone’s about to join our fun little game,” I murmur, a dark smile pulling at my lips.
