Page 142 of A Love Like Venom

Basking in the glorious afterglow I hardly feel him remove the handle. When my eyes find his I see my arousal glisten the switchblade. Without looking away he takes the flat of his tongue and licks my arousal off the weapon with the flat of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking sweet, angel. I’d bet you taste even better after I fucked you and filled you with my come.”

I blush furiously. He smirks.

Placing the switchblade on the bed he removes his clothing in quick succession.

For the first time I see his perfect physique on full display. He’s built from the gods. He has the perfect amount of muscle. Not over bearing but enough. He’s defined and cut in a way a fighter would be. As alluring as his body is I know it can cause great harm. There’s a danger to him but I know he poses no threat to me.

Taking all of him in my eyes then land on his cock.

It’s way bigger than I ever imagined.

How in the hell is that going to fit inside me?

There’s pre-cum already glistening at the tip. His hand fists around his shaft and the head of his cock becomes more engorged. He begins to stroke slowly and my eyes can’t look away from the sight.

And I can’t believe watching him is causing me to become wet yet again.

“This is what you do to me,” he tells me through clenched teeth. “Only you can get me this fucking hard, angel. Only you.”

Unable to stop myself I lick my lips. I wonder what he would taste like. Would he be salty or sweet? Maybe a mixture of both. How far could I take him in my mouth?

As I’m thinking of all the ways I could drive him mad he begins to climb back on the bed.

But not before retrieving the switchblade again.

“Still fear the blade, Alice?”

“No.”

“Good,” he says while he straddles my hips. I feel his cock hard and heavy against me. “Keep trusting me, angel.” I’m about to tell him that I always will when the sharp point of the switchblade kisses my skin. Exactly where the branding Razorhad given me. “You’re ashamed when you shouldn’t be. But if you wish to not see it I can take his branding away.”

I swallow. “How?”

“By giving you a branding of my own.”Oh my fucking god.It really shouldn’t turn me on but it does. “Tell me, Alice, do you want to be marked as mine? Because I’m going to be honest with you, you bearing my name has me hard as fuck.”

I lick my lips and his eyes follow. “I want to be yours, Reed. I want to be marked as yours.”

Desire blazes like fire in his eyes. His pupils swallow his eyes whole. I imagine mine are the same. Slowly, methodically, he breaks the skin. Reopening the wound of an old scar with a horrible memory and replacing it with one I will never want to forget. Not even when I’m old and grey.

He works slowly. And as I hiss through the pain he’ll stop after each letter to kiss me senseless. It’s a push and pull of pain and pleasure I thought I would never be able to enjoy. And it’s all because of him.

When he’s done he flicks the switchblade shut and throws it across the room. His eyes admire his handiwork. I feel the warm stickiness of blood bathe my chest.

And bearing his mark I feel lighter. Liberated.

Razor no longer owns a part of me.

Only Reed does.

“And now you belong to me and only me. You bear my name, Alice. You’re fucking mine,” he growls.

“Yours,” I agree in a breathy voice.

He slams his lips on mine. This kiss punishing and bruising. He claims my mouth just as he’s claimed me. Breaking the kiss he places his palm against my bloodied chest. With my blood coating his palm he then wraps his hand around his cock.

He coats my blood around the entirety of his dick. From root to tip. “This is your first time, angel. Your blood coating my fucking dick proves it.”

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