Page 10 of Absolution

“Are you sure you don’t want me to—”

“No! I can take it.” I blush and wait. After a while I let the side of the blade rest against the back of my hand. It has cooled off.

It’s time.

Christian

Her hand trembles and her face is pale. She lifts the knife and aims its tip at the wound’s entrance. Then she lowers it again. The surge of adrenaline when I thought she was going to fucking cauterize my shoulder woke me up pretty good and I’m a lot less tired than I’ve been these last hours.

“Ker, sweetheart, are you sure you’re up to this? It’s not as easy as you think, to cut someone.”

She waves the knife in front of my face and I can’t help a tiny flinch. I don’t think she has the slightest idea just how sharp that thing is!

“I’m not your sweetheart, Christian! How dare you when I’m sitting here with a knife? Besides, I have cut you before. And shot you.”

I purse my lips as I regard her. My little tigress. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back. I can’t help but smile ever so little. She’s coming back to herself. “Go ahead, then, tough girl.”

When still nothing happens, I open my eyes again and peek at her. The tip of the knife hovers by the wound.

“Don’t think. Just do. And you’ll see that afterward you’ll have that tingling feeling in the pit of your belly, like when you come so hard that you almost lose it.” I shoot her a leery grin to piss her off enough to get her to just do it.

It works like a fucking charm.

Her gaze darkens. Biting her lip, she pushes the tip into the wound, pressing it deeper and deeper. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, it feels as if she holds a torch to my skin and I can’t help the shudder that wracks my body. When I look again, the knife is out and my shoulder feels a little less strained already. A stream of grayish, dirty-looking pus is seeping from where she punctured me. It’s not as much as I’d have thought, but it seems to make the difference.

“You’re such a piece of shit,” she exclaims and gets up. The knife clatters as she drops it on the table.

I cock my head and look at her. She is so sexy when her eyes flare. I smirk as I get up off the couch, grabbing the strips of sheet, pushing them to the leaking wound. When she sees me standing, she takes a couple of steps back, her eyes darting between mine, my naked chest, and then back up. I know I scare her, and I know that’s not the only thing she’s feeling when she gives me that look. She wants me too, but she’s gonna keep denying that to her last breath.

I start toward the bathroom and Kerry steps to the side. I saw a pack of antibiotics there when I rummaged through her cabinet before. Is it already a couple of days ago? Whatever they were prescribed for, it can’t be wrong to try them.

Before I pull open the door I stop and look at her. “Was it as good as I said it would be?”

The slap is hard, unexpected, and probably well-earned.

I touch my burning cheek as I lick my lower lip. It tastes salty from her palm.

“That felt good,” she snarls.

I pull the door open. “I’m sure it did, Ker.” I flash her a grin and wink.

She puts her hands on her hips and glares back at me. “You’re such a prick!”

I raise an eyebrow, holding her gaze. “I know.” Leaving the flushed little woman behind me, I lock the door and exhale on a shudder. All this touching, and all this unexpected closeness, has made me itch. My groin aches and suddenly I’m anything but tired. I don’t need her to see the thick bulge in my pants. I’m sure she’d freak out if she saw the urge to pull her to me and ravage her that I must radiate.

I need this woman so fucking much.

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