Page 98 of Bake the Town Red

“What are you doing?”

He groans. Uses his strong hips to push my body into the mattress.

This brutal man pins the tip of the knife—and,motherfucker—cuts into the fingertips of my index and middle finger.

My scream is ignored. My scream is a turn-on for him. He doesn’t stop until each one of the cuts is deep. Until blood spurts to the small of my back.

I’m about to tell him this won’t kill me or maim me. That if he’s planning on doing either, he has to chop a finger off, not nick it.

I would’ve too if he stopped there.

Tyler drops the knife to the mattress, close to his knee. He makes a fist of my hair while guiding my bloodied fingers to my pussy.

“Touch yourself. Make it feel good, Dahlia.” My head is halfway up the pillow when he forces my fingers between my lips. On my clit. “Be my good, dirty girl, and come on my cock. You make me so fucking hot when you bleed for me like that.”

The liquid is warm on my already heated skin. Tyler helps me rub myself, and it feels so nice. Except I’m sensitive down there. Still high on my last orgasm.

This will never work. “I can’t.”

“Not an acceptable answer.” His hand drags my fingers up and down. “You begged for me. Wanted me. Guess what, little savage? This is it. That’s the man I’ve become. This is what it’s like to have me. I’m going to demand as many orgasms as I like, and you’ll give them to me. Now, make yourself come for me. Again and again and again.”

“Do you even know how the female body works?”

“Dammit, Dahlia.” My words don’t register. Tyler’s determined, stroking me faster. Wetting my clit with more of my blood. “You make me lose my goddamn mind when you talk back.”

Sick, deliriously hot bastard. I’ll give him what he’s asking for. I’ll give him everything. “Sounds like something an asshole would say.”

Less than a split second passes and his hand is no longer on top of mine. Neither is his weight.

Smack.

This slap on my ass is the worst. The one that stings all the way from my behind to my pussy and up my spine. It hurts everywhere. It’ll leave a mark in the morning. Maybe I’ll go and tattoo the shape of his palm.

The thought alone has my pussy clenching. And he’s right, it does feel good to rub myself again. To push my ass to his groin, to encourage him to resume his harsh thrusts and hushed curses.

“You owe me another one.” Tyler’s fingers bite into my hips. His cock burrows into me mercilessly. “Come. Again. Dahlia.”

My second orgasm is brutal. My soul is yanked out of my body, then slams back inside. I gasp for air as soon as my heart starts beating again, whispering Tyler’s name and then, “Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” The front of his body brushes my back. With a surprising tenderness, he plants a kiss on my shoulder blade. My cheek. The corner of my mouth.

I watch him, curious and cautious and enthralled.

“It’s time I take your ass, little savage.”

“I—” I stop. “Will it hurt?”

“Do you want it to hurt?”

“No.”Yes.

“Too bad. Because you’re getting it.”

My knife is at my fingertips again. Tyler cuts into more of my flesh, drawing more blood. He repeats the motion with my other fingers, slicing a horizontal line in the inside of my palm. Spears into my skin blindly and precisely. Like a practiced man would. Suspiciouslyso.

All while he’s kissing and nipping and licking my shoulder.

Blood drips out at a steady pace, and I wish I could see it. Tyler doesn’t let me. Most of his weight is still on me when he tilts his hips back, pulling out of me.

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