Page 93 of Skin Deep

“Only if you’re a good boy,” I said with a grin and leaned over him to yank open the bedside table.

“Fuck you,” he repeated and pounced on me.

Imust’vesurprisedhim.That was the only reason I would’ve been able to pin him to the bed. His eyes widened as I took him down in one move, but he laughed when he hit the bed. The prick.

I grabbed a handful of his hair. “Don’t you come in here and fucking tease me, you asshole.”

He surged forward and bit my pec, making me hiss even as I tried to push more skin into his mouth. When he let me go, he leaned back and licked his lips, staring at the bite mark he’d left. “You know, I didn’t come in here intending to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit again.”

“But now?” I asked, running my fingers over the indentation his teeth had left.

Paxton smirked. “You know how hot and bothered I get watching you be all bossy. And you were bossy as shit at the table this afternoon, and suddenly all I can think about is how you need to be reminded who’s in charge.”

“You?” I snorted and gave him a shove. “Please, Mr. Cooper. You know you’re only in charge because I let you be.”

“Yeah, and it’s hot as fuck.”

I ignored his poor attempts at flirting and dug through the bedside table where I’d put all of our sex supplies. We had a surprising amount of them between the two of us, everything from condoms and lube to a handful of my favorite black zip ties. My hand closed around a piece of plastic packaging and I licked my lips, glancing back at him before I pulled out a fresh scalpel and the package of blades that attached to it.

He frowned and ran his fingers over the cuts on my thigh that were still healing. “Not sure we should do that again until you’ve healed up from the last time.”

“Who says it’s for me?” I didn’t look at him until after I opened the package and affixed one of the blades. I was too afraid I might see fear in his eyes, and I so badly wanted him to trust me. He’d proposed to me for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t that mean he trusted me with something sharp next to him?

All I could think of was the one time I’d gotten out a scalpel with Ken and he’d flipped the fuck out. Told me I was crazy, that I needed help. Threatened to call the police on me.

But when I looked down at Paxton, what I saw was…confusing. He seemed concerned, not afraid, but there was something else in his amber eyes, something I’d seen there before. A look that made warmth bloom in my chest. Sometimes, the way he looked at me made me want to slice him up and crawl inside him, be a part of him. I wanted to hold his beating heart in my hands and kiss it.

There was too much emotion in his eyes, enough that I couldn’t focus on them for too long without having to look away.

Without a second thought, I swiped the scalpel in a short, angry red line across Pax’s chest.

“Shit!” he called out. “What the—”

Before he could finish the thought, my mouth closed over the small cut. The wet penny taste of blood filled my mouth and I moaned, knowing it was him. The essence of Paxton’s life was flowing freely down my throat, into me, becoming part of me. You couldn’t get more intimate than that.

I waited for him to shove me away, or to shout at me, berate me, tell me what a disgusting idiot I was being. Instead, he grunted and closed a hand around the back of my head, gently holding me in place and combing his fingers through my hair while I drank in my fill of him like a fucking vampire.

When I realized he wasn’t going to push me away, I stopped and surged forward to kiss him. He groaned as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste his own blood. Firm fingers kneaded at my ass. I started to grind my hard cock against his hip in a silent plea.Punish me for hurting you. Use me. Take what you want from me now.

Pax yanked my head back by the hair and stared up at me, his gaze even more intense than before. Dark red smears and saliva shimmered on his swollen lips, and a thin rivulet of blood trickled to his sternum and down his stomach, outlining his abs. He’d never looked sexier than he did in that moment.

“God damn, War. Every time I think you can’t get hotter, you go and prove me wrong,” he said and ran a thumb over my bottom lip. It came away red with his blood. The sight of it practically drove me wild with need.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “And cut me. Please. I need this.” I needed to be inside him, but I didn’t have a bone in my body capable of topping. This was the only way that made sense to me, for my blood to be inside of him while he was inside of me.

Pax nodded and slowly took the scalpel from my hand, setting it aside in favor of the lube. We switched positions effortlessly, me going back onto my stomach and folding my arms against my lower back. He wrapped the zip tie around my wrists and I shuddered as it tightened, my cock throbbing.

The plastic cap on the lube popped open and a second later his slick fingers were probing at my entrance. I whimpered and tried to push back against his fingers. I was already ready—so ready—but he took his fucking time like we had all day, working his fingers inside of me, stretching me out for him. I hated and loved him for it. Hated him because I wanted himnow. Patience had never been my strong suit. Loved him because he cared enough to do it, and because it felt so damn good. Paxton had big fingers. He had big everything, and fuck if I didn’t love the way every inch of him filled me.

But yes, I was impatient.

“I’m ready,” I whined. “Just do it.”

He lined his cock up with my entrance and I gasped as he slammed home in one go. “God damn, I love it when you try to tell me what to do.”

My only answer was a desperate groan as I pushed back against him, fucking myself on his cock.

He let me for a minute, no doubt watching his body disappear into mine, but he stopped me. Wrapping two big hands around my throat, Pax forced me up onto my knees with my head tilted back. The position was awkward, my back curved almost uncomfortably, but he soothed me with the way his thumbs stroked along my jaw where I needed to shave, and he kissed the top of my head. “You know I love you and respect you, right, Warrick?”

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