Page 27 of Karma

“Don’t worry about how,” he says, pulling his jacket closer to his side. “You deserve your karma.”

The man tries to make a run for the door, but Knox draws his arm back and punches him in the face. The man stumbles backward and lands on the floor.

Even with Knox dangling my revenge in front of me, I bypass the man and rush to Knox’s side. During the scuffle, I noticed a flash of red beneath his jacket. I lift the material away and see that his entire left side is covered in blood.

“It’s nothing,” he says, pushing my hand away from him. “I’ve been through much worse.”

“Knox—”

“Karma is a bitch, remember? Go.”

“Wait, what?”

“He’s for you to kill.”

Despite my rabid need for vengeance, I can’t think of anything more than stopping Knox’s bleeding, but he seems like he won’t let me help him until I’ve gotten what he thinks I need. I’ll have to compromise.

I walk over to the stranger’s body and grip his ankles, then start dragging him toward the spare bedroom, past the dried blood stain. I lock him up, just as I did with Knox.

Knowing he can’t go anywhere, I head back to the living room and find Knox on the couch. I stare at him. He smirks as his eyes rise to meet mine.

“Can my dying wish be to see you crawl across this floor to me?” he asks.

“You aren’t going to die,” I say.

“Crawl to me, karma,” he whispers.

“If I crawl to you, will you let me tend to your injuries?”

“I’ll consider it.”

This fucking guy.

He lifts his shirt, showing fresh blood. I roll my eyes before dropping to my knees. If I have to play his game to save his life, so be it. I crawl toward him.

Our eyes remain locked on each other’s, and I’ve never felt such a fucking compulsion to be in front of someone as I do right now. It’s as if he’s lassoed me and is slowly dragging me toward him. My knees rub on the rough wood, but I can’t feel it. I can’t feel anything but a warm draw to him.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls, and I melt into a puddle at his feet. I haven’t felt like a good girl to anyone in a long time.

“Let me stop the bleeding, Knox,” I say, biting my lip.

He winces as he lifts his hips and unzips his slacks. He pulls his cock from the fabric. “Why do I feel like the only way I’ll get you to suck my dick is if you think I’ll die if you don’t?”

“You think highly of yourself,” I clip.

He lifts his shirt again and puts his hand over the gash in his side. Blood spreads around his fingers. “I don’t value myself too much if I’d die to have your mouth on me.”

God, that hit me right between my legs. Sam wouldn’t even run to the store for me when I was sick, and yet this man is lying here willing to bleed to death just to get a little of my attention.

And I think that warrants putting my lips around him.

I position myself between his legs. My gaze travels up his length before I lean forward and ease him into my mouth. I don’t bite him this time. I just swirl my tongue around his head. He wraps his blood-coated hand in my hair, smearing crimson into the strands. He pushes me down on his cock and makes me choke on it.

The metal balls clack against my top teeth, and I try to widen my jaw to slip past them. He fucks himself, using his hand to control the depth and the speed. He uses me. And I allow it. And he doesn’t seem to give a fuck if my teeth are raking his skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulsing his hips against my face.

I release his dick and pull off my shirt. It’s not for his pleasure, though I’m sure he likes the view of my bare tits in front of him. I put his dick in my mouth again, and he fucks my face. While he chokes me with his cock, I ball up my shirt and press it to his wound. I can’t watch him bleed out any longer. I lean pressure into my hand as I suck him off until his thighs tremble around me and his hips stutter against my mouth.

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