Page 43 of Snake's Head


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“You already did so much,” I said. I shimmied closer to him on the bed and sat back down. “You already bled for us. Now I should bleed for us too.” I knew people shouldn’t see any cuts on my arms, so I gracefully lifted my foot toward him. “Cut me.”

Valerio didn’t seem like he liked the idea. “You don’t have to, Luce,” he murmured.

I shook my head. “We are partners. Aren’t we?”

His eyes shined with amusement, and a small smile appeared on his face. “We are.”

“So cut me,” I poked his chest with my foot.

He chuckled and softly cupped my ankle. I acted like his touch on my skin had no effect on me. I did my best to keep my breath regulated, but from the small smile on his face, as he brought the knife to my foot, I knew I didn’t do the best job.

I was still worried, I was still scared, but I was not scared of Valerio anymore. I didn’t trust him fully, but at this moment, I didn’t expect him to hurt me. I was more worried about the situation. Still, so many things could go wrong.

The worst part was that Valerio’s touch actually distracted me from all those things, but I was set on my decision. I was not going to let him fuck me. Despite all his sweet words, I could not lower my walls. I had to be strong.

I couldn’t give him the power. Not yet.

So instead, I focused on the blade and the coming pain. Valerio so very gently nipped my foot, and I gritted my teeth to not make any noise when the pain hit. Then he pushed my foot towards me, and my knee bent. He slowly turned my foot so the blood could drop down to the bed. When there were few small drops, he asked. “How much did you bleed your first time?”

My posture hardened. “You are going for realism here?”

“Realism?” he asked, mocking a surprise. “I was just making chit-chat.”

I gave him one of my no-nonsense looks. His smile didn’t even waver. He pushed a little next to the cut, so more blood drips to the sheet.

“Sorry. I have only been with a virgin once, when I was fifteen, and she didn’t bleed.” He stopped for a second. “Although maybe we should make it look fake. You know to send the point home.”

“This much is enough,” I said. There were not a lot of ways to make it look fake. It changed a lot from person to person anyway. “Have you never been to a bloody sheets presentation?”

“Not since I was a kid,” he said. Oh right. They didn’t do this in Chicago anymore. I forgot how different it was there. I was actually excited to get there.

Valerio swiped the blood from the foot without touching my wound and then lowered my foot to the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll clean you up, okay?”

I just nodded.

I heard him open cabinets in the bathroom, followed by a water sound. After that, he was just back with a small first aid kit and a small soaked towel. He sat down at the edge of the bed and put my foot on his lap. I couldn’t even find time to argue. I thought he was just going to bring paper towels so I wouldn’t get blood on the floor.

I was wrong.

Valerio gently wiped the blood with the warm towel and dried it up with some wipes. Then he reached into the small first aid kit bag and really cleaned the wound before putting some medical paper tape over the cut. When he was done, he smoothly brushed his thumb over the naked skin right next to the tape and smiled up at me. “Good as new.”

“Thanks,” I murmured. My worry from before was replaced by discomfort. I didn’t want him to act so tenderly toward me. It felt fishy. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking what his real reason for doing all this was. At the same time, his touch kept messing with my head. I kept remembering our first night and then our kiss today, and those memories just drained all reasonable thoughts from my head.

This was dangerous.

“Can we sleep now?” I asked. I hoped he was not expecting sex tonight because I was not sure about how to say no to him when my pussy was wet from him just touching my foot.

Thankfully Valerio nodded easily. “Of course. We need the energy to face tomorrow.”

We really did.

He took the kit back to the bathroom and put the bloodied towel in his bag. When he got into bed next to me, I was already under the covers facing away from him. I knew I could not fall asleep before he did because sleeping in the same bed made me nervous, but I didn’t want to show it to him. I just wanted him to think I was already fast asleep.

But probably, he wasn’t fooled. He got under the covers and chuckled. “Be mindful about the blood.”

“Ugh!” I said, blowing my cover off. I couldn’t help it. “I was just going to ignore there was blood on the sheets.”

Valerio didn’t answer, just chuckled again. Then we fell into silence. I felt him move a bit, trying to get into a comfortable position. I didn’t dare. I lay there like a corpse. I tried to regulate my breathing while I was also listening to Valerio’s breathing. I would only relax when he was asleep.

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