Page 95 of Bake the Town Red

His words are made of low grunts and rugged breaths. The sounds of our flesh slapping are as loud as his voice is.

The appropriate reaction to that would be to say something like,aww. I’m so sorry you’ve been scared for so long. To drop the knife and offer him sweet words to soothe the ache in his heart.

“My knife can do more than that.” My hand doesn’t budge. I’m not offering an ounce of compassion. This is better than pity. Way better. Especially for my Tyler. “Say the word, and I’ll slice your neck right open. I’ll drink every drop of your blood. When you’re dead, you’ll live inside of me.”

“Jesus.” Tyler’s mouth is on mine. His teeth are on my bottom lip. He sucks me into his mouth where his tongue laves and lashes at me and I almost come on the spot. “This shouldn’t be this hot. My little psycho. Fuck.”

The knife is still there, nearly slicing his throat. He doesn’t care. He kisses me again with so much intention and ferocity that I forget how to breathe.

“You’re tight, Dahlia,” he whispers as the bed creaks beneath us.

The bed my parents slept on. The one I won’t ever get rid of, even after Al’s filthy body tainted it.

“I could come this fucking moment and I’ll be hard all over again. Fuck, that pussy. You take me like such a good girl.” Tyler’s cock impales me. Drives deeper. To my womb. “Every fucking inch of me.”

No condom separates us. He’s not scared. Not worried about having babies with me.

My joy stays bottled up inside. There’ll be time for it later.

Using my other hand, I scratch the back of Tyler’s neck. “I’m not good.”

At this, his grasp around my throat tightens. Squeezes out more air from me. His lips hike to the side, and it’s wicked. Borderline evil.

“I’ll be the one to say if you’re good or not.” He bites my lip harder, and I scream into his mouth. “You don’t get to decide anything tonight.”

His words and the pain are a diversion. My knife is being stolen from under me.

My man is being ripped from my grip. Tyler sits on his knees. Continues to thrust while he digs his fingers into my thigh. While pulling my leg up and opening me to him.

I had no idea he could be any deeper than he’s already been, but he can. He fucking can. Pain slashes through me. A deep feeling of helplessness curls around my lungs.

And love. Tyler’s eyes are cloudy and adoring. It shouldn’t make sense, this duality. He shouldn’t be able to hug me through his eyes while he’s abusing my pussy.

Tyler does it anyway.

The desire to have my hands on his body and scratch him some more has me pushing up on my forearms.

He shakes his head.

“What did I just say?” He pins the blade of my knife to my clit. Warns me to lie the fuck down, or else. “I decide how hard you’ll take my cock. How bad you’re going to hurt. What position your sweet body is going to be in. And you’ll obey, because that’s what good little sluts do.”

Years ago, when life was a mess and Tyler was strong with a side of caring and sweet. When Ian and I were Al’s victims. That was when I had a knife to my neck.

I won’t take anything lying down ever again.

Tyler won’t be sweet and naïve anymore. He’ll fuck me harder. I’ll be here, fighting right back.

“You’ll decide how many babies you’re putting into me?” I shift my gaze to the place where our bodies connect. We’re skin-to-skin. His cock is slick with my arousal and he’s stroking my clit with the knife until it’s impossible to silence my moans. “I thought you said it’d be fucked up?”

“Little savage, there you go. You got what you wanted. Then again, you always have.” The force of his thrusts is brutal. It’s a miracle either of us can scream between the moans and grunts. He slaps my clit with the blade of my knife. Two, three, four times. “My bad girl is begging to be punished.”

I’m begging you to love me. To admit it, dammit.

I blink away the tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Bare my teeth to him.

“What doyouwant?” My words are clipped.

Tyler spanks my clit again. My fingers crumple the sheets beneath me, my body falls to the bed. Tyler’s ruthlessness is such a fucking turn-on, and I take it. I take everything.

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