Page 56 of Better Hide

Cole keeps his grip gentle but firm, guiding the knife to the skin right below his other cut.

My heart races. Fuck, I don’t want to hurt him.

Cole presses our hands and the blade to his thigh, and his dick jerks.

I snap my gaze up to his, but the water pours down on my face, and I can’t see. I choke for a second, unable to breathe.

“Easy, Jo. Just look at what we’re doing.”

With gentle firmness, Cole presses down on my hand and drags, cutting the blade into his skin. Blood wells up immediately, splattering under the spray of the water and washing down his skin.

Cole groans, a heady sound, and his dick jerks again, hardening in front of my eyes.

Cole lifts the blade, then takes his hand off mine. “Atta girl. Now do it again.”

“Cole,” I watch the blood streak down his body.

“Fuck, Jo.” Cole buries his hands in my hair. “Help me feel good. Please.”

I hate the pleading in his voice. He sounds…broken.

I raise the knife to Cole’s skin again, and the groan he lets out is one of relief and need. I press it to him just enough that it dents his skin.

“Harder,” Cole grits.

So I do. I press into him, the knife barely resisting as it cuts through his skin.

“Fuck, Jo! Yes. Good fucking girl.” His fingers tighten to the point of pain. His dick bobs, swollen and hard.

“Again.”

I do it again, this time hesitating less, and Cole’s body shakes. The low growl he lets out is primal and sends the heat pulsing straight to my core.

“Now lick it up.” Cole jerks my head toward his thigh. “Lick it up, nasty girl. I want to be all over you, in your mouth and hair and eyes.” Cole shoves my face into the blood on his leg. “I want to be in your head, in your body, in your fucking heart. Jesus. Suck my dick with a mouthful of me.”

My clit throbs, and I try to pull away from him. He doesn’t let me.

“Go on. Be my nasty girl.”

I feel his blood on my face. It’s slippery and warm and thick. “Cole…”

“Get out of your head,” Cole snarls, smashing my face into him so hard I taste the copper. “Let go for me, Jo.” Then he adds in a softer tone, “Please.”

It’s the last please that gets me. I stick out my tongue, licking hesitantly at first, thick blood immediately filling my mouth. Cole moans loudly, jerking his hips against me. I lick harder, getting more of a reaction out of him, tasting his blood and skin. He tastes like water and copper and sweat.

It only seems to drive him more wild. Cole lets go of my hair with one hand and jerks himself furiously with the other. I drag my tongue along the cuts and feel more scabs underneath my tongue. His thigh quivers beneath me.

“More. Please,” he begs.

The power goes to my head, and I moan into his skin. I lick harder, relishing Cole’s reactions. He’s so sensitive to every move I make. Then I smack his hand away from his dick, reaching out to grab it myself and stroke him slowly, so slowly.

“Jesus, woman.” Cole bucks his hips into me. “Don’t tease me.”

“What?” I carefully put the knife on the shower floor and push it away from us, tracing my other hand up his stomach. Cole shifts, and the water rains down on my head.

For a second, I panic. But I suck in a breath. I’m okay. I’m in control. I can stop this if I want.

Cole waits for me. When I start stroking him again, he lets out a breath, jerking his dick into my hand. “What a good girl.”

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