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His hand came over my face, smothering my mouth and my nose, seizing my breath a split second before he dug the knife into my side—just enough to have me panicking, not enough to cause significant damage.

That didn’t stop the pain from blinding me though. Even knowing it was a superficial wound didn’t stop me from thrashing against Nico’s hold.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed, one arm still around my neck, his hand over my mouth, holding me in place. He brought the knife up, swapping hands, keeping it dangerously close to my face, and with his free hand, he lowered it down to my new wound.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers stroking around the puncture hole, soaking up the blood there.

With his fingers coated, he slithered them along my stomach, leaving a trail of my own blood, all the while panting down my ear.

“Tell me that feels good, baby,” he whispered, lowering his hand to my neck.

“Th-that feels good, Nico,” I stammered, sucking in shuddering breaths.

He lowered the knife back down my body, up and down my stomach, eventually coming between my legs. With one hand, he separated my pussy lips, and the other hand, he ran the blade between them.

I breathed frantically through my nose, my eyes scanning the room for anything to focus on, anything to take my mind away from what he was doing, to ground me.

“My god,” he groaned into my neck, grinding his hips against my ass. He pulled the knife away from my pussy and brought it to his nose, inhaling the scent of me. “I fucking love your body. Go and lay on the bed, baby,” he told me, and I didn’t hesitate for a second.

I knew the worst was yet to come. I knew this wouldn’t end here. But I threw myself towards the bed all the same, grateful for even a second away from him.

“On your back,” he demanded, his eyes glued to me as he shredded his clothes.

I did as he asked, watching him warily as he stripped and then fisted his hard dick.

“Spread your legs,” he barked, walking over to me. Just as he went to climb on top of me, he reached into the bedside drawer, withdrawing something that he placed beside me.

“You’ve been so bad,” he repeated, settling between my legs, his chest pressed against mine. He placed his weight on his elbows, positioning them either side of my shoulders, and brushed the hair back from my forehead. “So, so bad.”

“Yes, Nico.”

“And bad girls get punished… don’t they?”

“Yes, Nico.”

He shifted his hips, positioning his dick at my entrance.

“Tell me you want me to punish you.”

“I want you to punish me.”

“Name!” he barked, slapping me across the face.

“I want you to punish me, Nico!” I said, panic rushing through me.

He slammed his dick inside me, burying himself to the hilt in one movement. I smothered down my scream, and kept my eyes on him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he tsked at me. “That won’t do. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re screaming for me.”

And with that, he slammed his finger inside my knife wound, twisting it in half circles, left, and then right, widening the hole.

I screamed before I could stop myself, panting and sobbing.

“Please, please!” I begged, slapping at his shoulders. All it did was make him groan and shove his finger in deeper, all the way to the knuckle.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Tighten that pussy for me. Squeeze my fucking cock. Fucking choke me, fucking… fuck!” he panted, his entire body jerking against me, losing every scrap of control he possessed when faced with my pain.

He pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth, running it along my lips, down my chin and across my neck.