“Not the first time.” He laughs as he steps back, looking down, and smirks.
“I can clean the blood out of the patch if you want.” I run my finger over the still wet blood that is soaking into the fabric.
“Nah, it’s all good.” I just look up at him, tilting my head, asking with my expression alone. “It’s kinda nice. Have a reminder of you at all times.”
“Better be carful talking like that, fuccboi, one may think that you’re catching feelings.” I laugh out, pushing myself up from still sitting on the edge of the desk. Raising his eyebrows, he slowly shakes his head with a devilish smirk on his face.
Standing up, I wince as I reach down, grabbing ahold of the waistband of my jeans, and pulling them back up. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, I can’t help but laugh again.
“Did you fucking carve your initial into me?”
His smile widens on his face as he nods his head proudly.
“You’re unbelievable.” I laugh out.
Reaching over, he pulls me back to him and pushes me back onto the desk.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Fuck no.”
Leaning over me, his voice drops as he starts again. “Would you stop me if I wanted to?”
I’m brought back to our conversation the first night and shake my head.
“Atta girl.” He mumbles to me again as I see him reaching over to where he sat the knife down. Picking it back up, he spreads my thighs before raising it up to his mouth, licking the blade, cleaning it.
“What are you gonna—”
He smirks as he stares me down again. “You’ll see.”
I’m already pretty sure I know what he’s going to do before he does it. Wrapping his hand carefully around the blade, I watch him as he lowers it. Moving it between my thighs until I feel the cool metal pushing against my opening, slipping it inside of me.
“You’re gonna end up cutting your fingers.” I gasp out as I watch him.
“Worth it.” He murmurs again as he leans into me, pressing his lips to mine, before I feel it push all the way into me.
Breaking apart our kiss, he leans over and whispers into my ear. “Fuck yes. Now, every time I use this, I’ll think about you lying here with it pushed up inside of you. Think about how it twitches in my hand and you convulse around it. I’ll think about you dripping all over it.”
The way he’s reacting to this is turning me on more than I ever thought it would.
“Zane?” I groan out, just to grab his attention. “Have you killed anyone with this?”
All he answers with is a dark chuckle, causing my walls to tighten around it.
“How many?”
“3.”
I can’t help but moan out as he tells me and feeling my second release exploding around it.
“Fuck yes.” He mumbles. “Turns out, my little psychopath, likes more things than she thought.”
“So, you know anyone who would work for some good money to not ask questions?” Zane asks as I pull my jeans back up my thighs, just turning and looking at him, nodding my head.
“Yeah.” I laugh out loud. “Me.”
