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"Color?" I can hear every ounce of hunger in his deep voice, the raging animal that’s clawing against his rigid composure.

"Green," I pant. "Please don't stop."

He glides the blade back up my body, this time with the just point barely tickling my skin. The change in angle makes me gasp. It’s sharper, more dangerous.

"I think I would like to see you bleed, little one," he growls, tracing the column of my throat. "Would you bleed for me if I asked you to?"

I can’t think to respond right away, caught between fear and carnal desire as the blade hovers over my racing pulse. Every nerve ending in my body seems to be firing at once, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

But I know with absolute clarity I'll let him do anything he wants to me.

Chapter 19

Ethan

“Yes.I want to bleed for you.”

Part of me is so shocked by her answer, I draw back. The knife rests heavy in my palm as I drink in the sight before me. Rhea's chest heaves with each ragged breath, her pale skin painted with faint pink marks from our scene. My cock strains against my jeans as I watch a bead of sweat trail between her perky breasts.

I was hoping we’d get this far, of course I was. But I’m still stunned to hear her say it.

She's extraordinary. Far beyond what I dared hope for when this whole arrangement started. The way she yields to pain, transforms it into pleasure...

It awakens something primal in me.

Something dangerous.

“Say it again, Rhea. Only if you’re sure. Do you want me to cut you?” I watch her face intently for any sign of hesitation, any indication she’s in over her head. I see nothing but raw trust in those doe eyes.

“I’m sure, Ethan. I promise.” She speaks with more confidence than ever before. “I want you to cut me. I want to know what it feels like. Don’t stop now.”

Fuck. She’s too good to be true.

"Keep still for me, little one," I murmur, trailing the flat of the blade along her inner thigh. Her muscles quiver beneath the cool metal, but she doesn't flinch. She doesn't try to close her legs despite being spread so vulnerably wide.

Perfect submission.

I select my spot with careful deliberation—high enough on her inner thigh to remain private, yet visible enough to remind her every time she undresses. The first press of the blade draws a sharp hiss from her lips. I pause, studying her face for any sign of genuine distress, but find only arousal in her blown pupils.

"Color?" I demand, needing to be certain.

"Green," she breathes, and the hunger in that one word nearly shatters my control.

I begin the first stroke, applying just enough pressure to part the delicate skin. A thin red line wells up in the blade's wake. Rhea's whole body seems to vibrate, but she fights to hold herself perfectly still as I continue my work. The slow cut draws a soft whimper from her throat, not a pained sound, but a desperate little noise of pleasure that goes straight to my cock.

A possessive hunger I've never felt with any other sub explodes in my chest. “You’re doing so well, Rhea. Can you take three more for me?”

“Yes. I can take three more,” she almost groans, as if she doesn’t want this to end any more than I do. A plan formulates in my head before I fully realize what I’m doing.

Blood beads along the shallow cuts, not enough to be concerning, but enough to make the "E" stand out stark against her pale thigh. I trace the finished letter with my thumb, smearing the crimson .

"Mine," I growl, the oath escaping before I can stop it.

Rhea's answering moan is pure sin. Her hips lift slightly off the bed, seeking friction that I haven’t given her all this timeshe’s been bound. I press my palm flat against her marked thigh, feeling the heat radiating from the fresh cuts.

My careful control is slipping fast, if I ever had any to start with. The scene began as a calculated test of her limits, but the sight of my initial carved into her willing flesh threatens to undo me completely. She takes everything I give her and begs for more, meeting my darkest urges with eager submission. I've never encountered anyone like her. She not only tolerates my sadistic streak but seems to thrive on it.

I have to take a pause before I decide what to do next, fighting to master myself. But it's a losing battle. The way she's looking at me now, tears clinging to her lashes while desire burns in her eyes. I’m supposed to be in charge, but I'm powerless to resist givingherwhatever she wants.

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