Page 85 of Ruthless Desire

“You like this, don’t you?” I murmur to Natalie, my voice low and seductive as I press the device harder against Luca’s skin, dragging it down his chest. “You like watching him suffer, knowing that it’s all for you.”

She doesn’t respond, but her eyes say it all—the way they’re darkened with desire, the way her breath catches with each of Luca’s screams. She’s mine, in every way that matters, and she’s starting to understand that.

I can see her getting off on this—the power, the blood, the violence. She’s losing herself in it, and I’m going to push her further, make her fall deeper into the darkness that we share.

“Let’s make this a game,” I say, my tone light and playful as I pull the device away from Luca, leaving him gasping for breath. I turn back to Natalie, pressing the device against her thigh, watching the way she jerks in response, her body arching into the sensation. “Tell me what you want, solnyshko. Tell me how far you want to go.”

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure washes over her, her body trembling with need. “Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Please, Dante… I need it.”

I pull her closer, the device still humming against her skin, and lean in to whisper in her ear. “You’ll get it, solnyshko. But first, let’s make him beg.”

I turn back to Luca, who is barely holding on, his body shaking with pain and fear, his eyes wide with terror as he realizes what’s coming. He’s on the edge, but I’m not ready to let him go. Not yet.

I press the device to his throat, watching the way his body jerks, his scream cut off by the pain that rips through him. His eyes roll back in his head, and I lean in close, my voice a dark whisper.

“Can you feel that, Luca?” I murmur, my tone cold and devoid of mercy. “This is losing feels like.”

I press the knife to his throat, the blade biting into his flesh as I lean down, my voice a low, menacing growl. “I’m not going to kill you just yet…”

No, that would be too easy. He needs to suffer, to feel every second of the life draining out of him. And Natalie, my beautiful little raven, needs to see it—needs to revel in it.

I press the knife deeper, drawing a thin line of blood from his throat. Luca gasps, his body convulsing in pain, but I keep him on the edge, not enough to kill him, but enough to let him know that death is near. He’s helpless, broken, and exactly where I want him.

“Natalie,” I murmur, my voice a dark, seductive purr as I look over at her. She’s still on her knees, her eyes wide and glazed with lust, her body trembling like she’s caught between horror and desire, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Come closer,” I command, my tone leaving no room for argument. She obeys, crawling forward on her hands and knees, her breath ragged as she comes to kneel beside Luca’s trembling body. I can see the thrill in her eyes, the dark excitement that pulses through her.

She’s hooked, and there’s no turning back now.

I tilt Luca’s head back, exposing his throat to her, the blood oozing from the shallow cut I’ve made. “Lick it,” I order, my voice dark and commanding. “Taste the last moments of his life.”

She hesitates for a split second, but then, as if something inside her snaps, she leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the blood from his skin. Luca groans, a pathetic, broken sound, and I feel a rise of dark pleasure as I watch her, as I see the way her body responds to the violence, to the blood.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

I grip her hair, pulling her back to look into her eyes. There’s no more hesitation, no more fear—only raw, unbridled desire. She’s fallen into the darkness, and moy voron has never looked more beautiful.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I drag the blade down Luca’s chest, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. He whimpers, his body jerking, but the adrenaline keeps him conscious, keeps him feeling every ounce of pain. I can feel Natalie’s breath hitch beside me, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“Watch closely, solnyshko,” I murmur, my voice a low, seductive purr. “This is what it means to be mine. This is the power you hold when you stand by my side.”

I turn to her, holding the bloodied knife out, and then slowly, I press it against her skin. Her breath catches as the cold metal touches her flesh, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into it, her eyes fluttering closed as a shiver runs through her.

“Feel that?” I whisper, my voice dripping with dark intent. “That’s the edge between pain and pleasure. And it’s all yours, Natalie. If you want it.”

I drag the blade down her chest, just enough to leave a faint trail of red, and she moans, her body arching into the sensation.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, my voice dark and seductive. “You love the way it feels—the way the pain and pleasure mix until you can’t tell them apart.”

She’s trembling now, her body caught in the throes of twisted pleasure as I drag the blade over her most sensitive skin, teasing her, bringing her to the brink before pulling away. She’s on the edge, desperate for release, and I’m going to make her beg for it.

Natalie’s getting off on this, on the violence, the power, and I’m going to give her more.

I pull the device away from Luca and press it against Natalie’s core, right over the thin fabric of her panties.

She cries out, her body arching into the sensation as her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I can feel her trembling, her body desperate for release, and I press the device harder against her, watching as her hips buck against it, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Do you want to come, solnyshko?” I whisper, my voice dark and commanding. “Do you want to come while watching him suffer? While feeling his blood on your skin?”

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