Page 105 of Blades of Obsession

But then he stops.

Hestops.

Before I can actually finish, he stops.

He releases the vibrator from me, and I slump my shoulders, a small whine escaping my lips. He pushes me back onto the bed and enters me again.

Chuckling as he grabs my neck, he says, “Did you really think you were gonna get to come after leaving me? So pathetic.”

Jesus Christ, please. I’m so fucking sensitive.

But that doesn’t stop him from using my body like his own personal sex toy. I’m surprised he even still has stamina, but he does as he pounds into me, holding my arms together over my head.

“Arden, please!”

He pauses inside me. My eyes widen when I realize.

Oh, shit. No no no.

I was just thinking about Arden… and Blade torturing him… and what he’d do to him—shit, the name must’ve stayed in my subconscious from my thoughts a few minutes ago.

“I-I didn’t mean–”

“Shut up.”

He pulls out of me until only the tip is inside, and then slams into me once. When I say slam, I meanslam. It knocks the air out of my chest and makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Then, he gets up and seemingly looks for something. And he finds it quickly. His knife.

“Blade, I—”

“Oh, now you know my fucking name,” he grunts.

“I didn’t—” The words are lost in a gasp as he enters me with a particularly hard thrust. All of them following the first one are hard too. All I can feel is him, consuming me, filling me, stretching me, overwhelming me.

He pauses to place the blade against my neck, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. My pulse quickens, and the blade presses more into my neck. “Say his name again,I dare you.”

I shake my head no, and the knife grazes my throat.

“I could slit your fucking throat right now and nobody would ever even find the body.”

Thrust.

“You are so fucking lucky I can’t live without you. Or else I’d do it, I’d do it right now.”

Thrust.

I scream and arch my back high in the air when the knife pierces me right under my right breast. He cuts deeper than he ever has before, actually breaking through skin. I’m writhing inpain and screaming, struggling underneath him, but it’s like he doesn’t hear me. Or he just doesn’t care.

“I won’t ever talk to him again, I promise!” I clench my teeth as tears blur my vision.

He smiles wickedly and pauses. “That won’t be happening anyway because he won’t be back.”

“Will—will you hurt him?” My voice is meek from all the yelling, and it cracks. My entire midsectionhurts.

His expression hardens, and in an instant he’s on me, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. His face looms just inches from mine, his eyes filled with an intense darkness that freezes me into place. “You seem really fucking worried about his wellbeing.” His grip tightens. “You’re fucking my head up, you know that? I wasn’t always like this with anyone else. But I don’t even want you talking to another guy, it sets off a fire in my mind.”

I shake my head with the little leeway I have as my scalp burns. “I don’t—”

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