Page 7 of Mayhem

“This is going to sting since I just cut this beautiful little nub, but my Blood Queen loves the pain, don’t you? Watch and enjoy.” He slides a finger into my pussy, milking my walls in the most delectable way. I moan for him, squeezing his fingers inside of me. He adds another and I rock against him. He slaps my pussy, causing me to moan louder.

“Stay still, I’m going to clamp you now.” I stop my movement as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of me slowly. All you hear is my panting and wet pussy. He wipes my clit with the antiseptic pad and places the clamp tightly on my clit. I revel in the pain he’s inflicting on me. Without removing his delectable fingers, he uses his mouth to hold the clamp. He picks up the needle and removes the clamp end from his mouth. Leaning the handle on his chin, he blows onto my clit as he pushes the needle through my little aching nub. I jolt a little from the pain, but it only lasts a second until he’s sliding in the jewelry and sucking my bloody clit.

“Look at this perfect pussy, now I can buy you a chain that connects your nipples to your clit. You will look like the perfect little Blood Queen, in nothing but my chains. Fuck, my dick is leaking just thinking about it! See what you do to me?” I look down at his dick. It looks angry but beautiful, with one large vein protruding around his cock. God, this man is gorgeous.

“My needy cunt needs your leaking cock. Fuck me. Make me shatter.” I whimper. He doesn’t hesitate. He slams into me, his pelvis hitting my new piercing, making me see stars.

He licks the blood from my chest, grabbing my face and spitting it into my mouth. I swallow like the good girl I am.

“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m going to paint your insides.” I do it again, making him groan. He captures my lips between his teeth, biting them raw.

“Harder, make me cum.” I pant. He pulls all the way out, slamming into me repeatedly. I can feel him getting harder.

“Cum for me. Now!” He flicks my clit, and I shatter around his cock, spraying him as he continues to fuck my cunt at a brutal pace. My whole body shakes, and he cums deep inside me with a roar. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing tighter and tighter. The last thing I see is his sparkling blue eyes and a sinister smile on his face.

“Dark dreams, Blood Queen.”

Then darkness takes over.

7

Bloody Knuckles & Idle Threats

-Jade-

“Nice and wet for me, Sweetbottom, just how I like it.” Something breaches my tight hole, and I clench, but he shoves it deeper, ripping me apart. I jolt awake, screaming. A warm body is pressed against me, and I scream, scrambling away. I don’t know where I am or who is beside me, but I look around the floor for clothes and get the fuck out of here. My body aches like I was hit by a train. What the fuck?! I can’t breathe, I need air. I need to get away. Throwing open the door I run. Everything starts flooding back into my memory the faster I run down the Academy hallway. I keep running until I hit the door for the stairs, and I climb them fast. My mind is so fogged. I realize I’m naked as I’m running up the stairwell, stopping, I throw on the shirt I grabbed. It’s not mine, but I don’t seem to care right now. I just need to get to my suite. I continue to trek up the million stairs, while flashes from last night blur my mind. The video, the guys killing my mother, being tied to the table– D’mitri. Tears pour from my eyes as I fall to the ground, shivering as my legs hit the cold cement. I can’t fucking breathe. I wrap my arms around my knees and rock on the stairs. I need to get the fuck up and into my room. But the memories keep flooding me. Jameson is The Carver, I gasp. Kayla shot D, Jameson skinned him and dissected him. We removed his heart and beheaded him. I turn and puke all over the stairs. It won’t fucking stop, it keeps coming. The intruder, the message, Augustus, Spade, Dario, my brothers, Jamie, The Carver, the Blood King– I continue to rock, letting them flood in. I sob into my arms; it’s all I can do in this moment. Everything hurts—my body, my face. Oh my god, my face. I reach up to touch my cheek, feeling the long cut from my cheekbone to the corner of my lip. I shove my head into my arms and wrap myself even tighter. Not again, not fucking again. I need to get the fuck up.

Finding the only strength I have left; I get up and climb the rest of the way. When I finally reach my floor, I throw the door open, and run to my room. I press my thumb on the sensor, and the door unlocks. Flinging it open, I dart through my room and into the bathroom, turning the shower on, not waiting for it to get warm. I get in and crumble to the tile floor. I let out a scream, punching the tile walls until my knuckles split and bleed. I can’t. I just fucking can’t. A scream rips from my chest and I sob until my throat is raw. Warm arms wrap around me, and I still. I look down through my tears and see tattoos, and I panic, thrashing against his hold. He just holds me tighter. I try to scream, but my throat is so raw that nothing comes out.

“Shh, Babygirl. It’s okay, you’re safe. I promise, just stay with me,” he whispers.

“I can’t. Get the fuck off me.” I growl.

“Not a chance. I need you to calm down,” he breathes.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I headbutt him, and he growls, coming back towards me, completely undeterred, as if it didn’t faze him a bit. He lifts me off the floor and takes me to my room. He slams the door and throws me on the bed like I’m a rag doll. Quickly, I get up, ready to kick his fucking ass.

“You want to fight me, babe? Take your best shot.” I fucking swing at him, connecting with his jaw. He takes it in stride. I swing again, hitting his chest. He grunts but doesn’t move.

“Again!” He commands, and I punch him in the stomach, chest, face, and finally his dick. He growls, grabbing me by the hair and tossing me into my pillows. He climbs on top of me, holding my hands above my head with one hand and grabbing my face to look at him with the other.

“Fucking stop!” He growls in my face. I’ve never seen this side of him. He’s always my teddy bear, soft and smooth. The man in front of me is lethal and pissed the fuck off. He nudges my legs open, and I try to close them. He presses his jean clad cock into my bare pussy, and I hiss. What the fuck, why did that hurt so much?!

“Reid, stop.” I say sternly. He does it again, and I jolt, trying to squirm away. He looks down between my legs, the look on his face turning murderous. His steel-gray eyes meet mine, and he narrows them.

“You allowed him to pierce you?” His voice drips with venom.

“What?” I jolt as he lets go of my hands and rips the wet shirt clean off my body. I try to cover myself, but he slaps my hands away, grabbing at them again, so I slap him in the face. He grabs me by the throat with one hand and pulls a gun from his waistband, pressing the barrel of the silencer inside my entrance.

“I said to calm the fuck down.” Pushing it in deeper, I still.

“I asked you a question! You let him pierce you?” He growls. The look I see in his eyes are of disgust, but he continues. “Did he slice down your chest too? You fucked him, didn’t you?” He yells, his patience wearing. “But you couldn’t give me or Dario the time of day? Couldn’t take one fucking second to stop and let us explain?!” He pushes the gun deeper inside of me and I tighten around the barrel. This traitorous cunt likes it.

“You just left us high and dry and took off into the sunset with The Carver. I text you and you leave me on read; after everything?” He slides the gun out and pushes it back in a little harder, cocking it. He’s not playing around, he’s big mad. But fuck, I am too. I look into his eyes and say nothing.

“Jade, so help me god, if you don’t open those gorgeous lips and speak to me, I’m going to blow this cunt wide the fuck open and rip your fucking spine out for being a spineless little bitch! Now speak!” He roars in my face. I jerk at his lethal tone. He shoves the gun harder, almost to the hilt, squeezing the trigger tightly, pinching my skin. I cry out.

“That’s not going to do it for me, Babygirl. Last chance.” He squeezes the trigger harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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