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I fuck her with the handle of the knife, and the metallic tang of my blood hits my tongue as I swipe it across her clit. My blood mixes with her juices, and she cries out as I push her closer and closer to the edge. Pressing down on her clit once more, I roll my tongue over her flesh and shove the handle of the knife back into her as she splits in two, breaking apart for me.
My name is a prayer on her lips as she screams out to the gods above. Her orgasm tears through her body and she loses control, coming hard around the handle of the knife as her pussy clenches around it. It’s like a fucking earthquake with the way that her body shakes and writhes under my touch. I lap at her juices, drinking every fucking drop as I slowly pull the knife out of her.
Her legs fall away, hanging over the edge of the desk as she pants breathlessly, struggling to catch her breath. I lick her pussy until she stops shaking and I slowly stand up. Selene’s eyes are dazed as she watches me push my sweatpants down and step out of them.
The tip of my cock is wet with precum as I position myself between her legs, my erection pressing against her tight hole through my boxers. I bend over her, bringing my body down to hers as I plant one hand on the desk beside her head. Still clutching the blade of the knife in my other hand, I bring it up to her face, my blood dripping across her skin as I press the glistening handle against her lips.
My eyes trail across her chest and her neck, covered with droplets of my blood as it stains her skin. I lift my gaze to Selene’s, her eyes searching mine as I press the handle harder against her mouth. Her lips part slightly, a ragged breath escaping as I slide it in.
“Suck.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SELENE
Iopen my mouth wider, my pussy clenching as he slides the handle of the knife inside. Obeying him, I wrap my lips around it and swirl my tongue as I suck my juices from the grip. I close my eyes to savor this sensual moment between us, feeling the warmth of his blood as it continues to drip onto my neck.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, slowly pulling the knife from my mouth. I open my eyes, finding his gaze on mine, darkness swirling in his deep blue irises. He stands up slightly, pulling me up into a sitting position as he takes my hand, palm up, in his. He presses the wet handle of the knife into my palm. “It’s your turn now, Selene baby.”
My breath catches in my throat, adrenaline surging through my system as he hands control over to me. I told him I would bleed for him if he would bleed for me, and he wants it just as badly as I do. It’s a different kind of blood lust, a thirst that I fear I’m never going to be able to fully quench after this.
I take the knife from Onyx, and he flattens his bloodied palm against my chest, warming my skin with the viscous liquid. There’s an unwarranted urge to take the blade and slice it through the side of his neck. I would never actually kill him—not by choice—but the urge is there. The difference between Onyxand my victims is that I don’t need his blood on my hands, not in that way at least.
This is a different kind of need. It’s like he’s my canvas, and our blood is my medium. I want to paint him a masterpiece, something that would be worthy of hanging over the mantel in our house.
I rise to my feet, standing directly in front of him with our toes touching and his bloody hand on my chest. His legs part as I press my body flush against his, the knife still dangling in my hand. I want to make him bleed, but I don’t know that I want to hurt him.
“Hurt me, little devil,” he murmurs into my hair as he wraps his arms around me. It’s as if he can read my thoughts without me even verbalizing them. “I want to bleed for you.”
I swallow hard over the shards of glass lodged inside my throat. “I’m afraid to do it,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his bare chest as I plant my face against his flesh.
Onyx smooths my hair down my back. “What are you afraid of, baby?”
“I’m afraid that once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I pause, a ragged breath slipping through my lips. “I know that I won’t be able to stop, and I’ll end up killing you.”
“Kill me,” he breathes into my hair, his hard cock straining through his underwear, pressing against my stomach as he shifts his weight on his feet. “If that’s what it comes to, I want it to be you who does it.”
“Fuck you,” I growl at him, abruptly shoving him away from me. As I take a step back, I raise my hand, slapping him across the face. “Fuck you for encouraging or even suggesting that as an option. You know we’re in this together.”
A wave of darkness passes over Onyx’s features, a storm brewing in his ocean blue eyes as he glares down at me. “Slap me again, and I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.”
“What are you going to do?” I challenge him, slowly raising my hand, my palm still burning from the previous contact.
Onyx meets my challenge with his eyes, silently pushing me to do it. Fuck around and find out. Accepting his unspoken dare, I pull my hand back and swing it forward. Just as I’m about to make contact with the side of his face, he wraps his hand around my wrist, halting my action.
He pulls me against him, his grip tightening around my wrist as he holds me in place. Taking my chances, I slowly raise my other hand, knife in my grasp as he brings his mouth down to my ear.
“I tried to give you the chance to be in control, but that’s over now.” He clamps down on the bottom of my lobe with his teeth. “We’re doing this my way now,” he says through his clenched teeth.
I bring the knife up, pressing the sharp blade along the side of his neck. He freezes, his body falling rigid as his cock throbs against me. I hear his breathing growing shallow and he slowly releases my ear. “What are you going to do with that?”
I hear him groan as I press the metal deeper against his skin, carving the surface away with the sharpness of the blade. Pulling it away, I run my finger along the mark I made, feeling his warm blood beneath my fingertip. “Whatever the fuck I want.”
Onyx releases my wrist, his hands finding my hips as he hoists me into the air and sets me back down on the desk. I twirl the knife in my hand, watching him as he stands in front of me, the blood dripping down the side of his neck. “Tell me what you want from me.”
“Take off your boxers and sit down on the chair.”
He follows my order, stripping off his underwear as he takes his seat on the chair in front of me. I hop down from the desk, mimicking his actions as I press the tip of the knife againstthe skin on his chest, slowly dragging it down along his torso, leaving cuts all over his flesh.
