Page 93 of All Your Hate

“I know you do. I’m sorting it though. No matter what happens I won’t lose the company. But I don’t want you worrying your pretty little head over it. I actually have something very special planned for you tonight.” If he’s trying to distract me from whatever he’s not telling me, it’s working.

“You do?” I can’t even take a guess at what it could be, he surprises me every day. Usually, it involves orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms.

My mouth waters and my pussy clenches at the thought of it being something sexual. I still find it odd that after everything I went through I’m able to feel such sexual need. But it’s different with Bones. Whether we’re soul mates or he’s conditioned me to be this way, I don’t really care. He’s my constant. The manwho pulls me out of every nightmare and doesn’t stop giving me pleasure until I’ve fallen safely into his arms again.

“Go freshen up, put on something that makes you feel…powerful.”

“Can I get a clue? If I have some idea it’ll help me pick what to wear.” I pout at him as I press my palm to his cock. That usually helps me get what I want.

“No,” he says as he spanks me on the ass, making me yelp. “Go clean up and meet me by the front door when you’re ready.” He slaps my ass again and pushes me towards the doorway. I look back at him over my shoulder and my heart feels like it doubles in size as I catch the way he’s looking at me.

Bones waits for me at the bottom of the stairs. He’s changed into a pair of black slacks and a white shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing off his silver chains. The rolled-up sleeves granting me a lovely view of his corded arms and all his tattoos.

I’m drooling at the sight of him.Again. I don’t know what’s gotten into me recently.

I ended up choosing a short black dress that stretches over my body, making me look curvier than I am, and paired it with some fishnets and black heeled boots. It didn’t take me long to pick it out. Most of my time upstairs was spent staring at the makeup on the dresser, trying to figure out what to put on without needing to look in the mirror. In the end, I decided on nothing.

“Fuck,” Bones exhales as he takes me in. It shouldn’t matter what he thinks of me, but I find myself loving the way he appreciates my body. I greedily eat up every morsel of affection he tosses my way.

“I swear every time I look at you, you get even more beautiful.”

“I could say the same to you,” I say quietly as I peek at him through my lashes and he smiles.

“Here.” He holds out a long thin satin box to me. I take it and flick it open.

“What—what is this?” I stammer as I look at the weapon inside. It’s just bigger than my hand. The blade is long and thin, the handle ribbed and dark blue, almost black. At the very end sits a shiny blue gemstone.

Bones plucks it out of the box and twirls it between us. “It matches your eyes.”

“You bought me adagger?”

Holding it flat on his palm he tells me, “It’s made fromtamahagane, Japanese precious steel.”

I take it from him and examine it under the light of the chandelier above us. “I don’t understand.”

“My great uncle is a retired bladesmith. I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but he was happy to make it. I asked him the same night that you held that knife to my chest. That moment’s been replaying in my head ever since. The fire in your eyes as you took what you wanted and made me bleed for you. I knew this would be a perfect fit.”

I feel the dagger’s weight in my hand and test out my grip on it. He's right. It’s perfect.

“It’s beautiful.” No one’s ever bought me anything expensive before and as I get used to the feeling of it in my hand I’m reminded of everything Bones has bought me. Clothes, my new hair, books, sushi…is it all his way of making up for how we started off?

Perhaps I’ve become pampered and spoiled with him, but I’m not ashamed. I’ve gone through enough shit to deserve it all.

An idea sparks in my mind as I twirl the dagger through the air. Bones catches my eye and lowers his brow as he tries to figure out what I’m thinking.

Before he can take a guess I point the tip of the blade to his throat and drag it down his skin. He lets out a shaky breath as he watches me intently.

“Are you not scared I’m going to stab you with it?” I hold it to his chin and a small bead of blood appears, running down the blade. Carefully I drag it down, more blood booms on his pale skin. I’m lost in the sight of the crimson trail when he grabs my wrist and brings the dagger to his mouth. His long tongue extends out and he laps the blood up from the tip. I watch in hungry fascination. My mouth going dry as my pussy steals all the moisture from my body.

“I’d be a happy man if you did, my love.” He smiles showing me his bloodied teeth. Heat surges between my legs and I bite back my whimper.

“I’m going to come in my pants again if you tease me like that.”

He’s not the only one. Waitagain?

Bones drops to one knee and I freeze. The dagger now points at his face as he reaches into his pocket.

No. Please don’t do this. Please don’t ruin whatever this is we have by asking me that question.

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