Page 106 of Blades of Obsession

“Shut up.”

He releases my hair, picks up the knife again, and continues carving me. I let out a piercing shriek that I’m sure echoes throughout the whole house. Each line he makes sears into my skin with a sickening agony.

After he cuts what feels like anEhe drops the blade on the bed. I don’t even have to look to know he spelled his name into my skin.

Marking me.

Claiming me.

“Now you’ll always remember,” he murmurs. “Who you belong to.” He peppers a series of gentle kisses over the wound, each touch causing a hint of pain and I involuntarily wince. A soft whimper escapes my lips.

“Shh… I’m gonna make you feel better now, angel.” He grips his cock and rubs it up and down.

“Please let me come. I’m sore.”

He looks up at me, but he’s not really looking at me. There’s nothing behind his eyes. They’re dead. “Good. I want to hurt you like no other man has ever hurt you. Now shut up and take it.”

“Please—”

He strides to his dresser before I can even wrap my head around it, yanking open drawers and rummaging through them. After making a mess and throwing things on the floor, he seems to find what he’s looking for. My eyes widen when I recognize the object, and I start backing up on the bed.

Duct tape.

I shake my head so hard I feel like it might dislodge my brain from its place, but he ignores me and rips a piece off with his teeth, placing it over my mouth. Then another piece. He takes a piece of what I figure is gauze and loosely attaches it to the carving with the duct tape. He flips me over to my stomach, and more pieces rip off, but these ones are for my legs, attaching them to the bedposts and leaving me spread wide open.

I’m now bound, gagged and entirely at his mercy. And for the first time, I truly understand the depths of his control, his obsession, his possessiveness. For some reason, this makes me the wettest I have ever been in my life.

Every rough thrust sends jolts of pain and pleasure through my already tender body.

“If you let another man fuck you, I’ll kill him.”Thrust.“Then I’ll fuck you in his blood.”Thrust.“Then I’ll kill you.”Thrust.“So I can make sure–”Thrust. “—I’m the last man you ever fuck.”

My head is swimming in the clouds, I can’t even take in the words he’s saying. My cries and screams are muffled by the duct tape, reducing them to muted whimpers.

He pushes my face down into the bed with a harsh grip on my hair and holds me there.

I shouldn’t be getting off on this brutal treatment, but I am. Each sharp sting of pain only heightens the illicit thrill that pulses within me.

He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh harshly as he increases his pace, pounding my body into the mattress. Every hard thrust is his way of reminding me that I’m his, and the way my pussy clenches around him, my body agrees.

He leans down, biting into my neck hard. I whimper against the duct tape. I don’t think my neck will ever be free of marks from him.

His deep grunts vibrate against my skin, getting louder and mixing with the slapping sounds of our flesh.

I get closer and closer to the edge.

But the duct tape leaves me unable to ask for the permission I so desperately need to release the building climax. My body teeters on the brink, caught between ecstasy and frustration.

So I pound my fist into the bed to ask to come.

“You don’t have to punch the bed. You don’t think I don’t know you’re about to orgasm? I can feel you c-clenching on my—oh fuck.” He draws in a sharp breath, slowing down. “But too bad, pretty girl.”

He releases from me, tears the duct tape away, and flips me over.

He plunges back inside me, this time with the knife lined up to my throat. Every touch of the metal is electric, igniting sparks, making it hard to think, to breathe.

“Ah!” My body betrays me, and I can’t help but cry out. Since the blade is so close to my neck, the bobbing of my throat to scream mixed with his hard thrusts makes it cut me.

His pupils blow and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face at the sight of the blood on my neck. Now I understand what John meant. He leans down to kiss me, everywhere. My cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, my neck over the cut, his name he carved into me, my collarbone.

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