Page 95 of Bad for You

I know what she wants.

Blood has always been our triggers, and there’s nothing more carnal than bloodletting.

Still embedded deep inside her, I slice between her neck and shoulder and take her flesh into my mouth. With a sharp pull, I lick away the metallic sting, sending every nerve ending in my body into a frenzy.

She moans, dropping her shoulder, offering me more.

And more I take.

I fuck her without mercy as I suck at her wound, and when I reach around to play with her clit, she comes with a loud cry. She shifts so I slip out of her, only to turn around, yank the knife from my hand, and slash it across my chest.

She bends low and frantically sucks at the wound, peering at me with those trusting eyes.

I cup her head to my chest, feeding her my blood. It does something to me. Offering your life source to your beloved is a new form of obsession, and I’m so fucking hooked.

I lift her and slam her back onto my cock as she wraps her legs around my waist.

I fuck her, eyes locked as she makes another incision across my throat and sucks.

Our mouths are coated in blood.

Our bodies entwine in a beautiful union.

She pulls away and presses her mouth to mine.

Our bodies are one.

I can’t help but come with a sated moan.

Valentina rocks against me as if wishing to milk every last drop out of me.

I’m lost to her, to this moment, but when she meets my eyes, I realize this was all a ruse to bide time. And when I hear a scream downstairs, I realize that the look I see reflected in her eyes is…guilt.

“What have you done?”

Before she has a chance to reply, the door bursts open. I quickly turn my back to protect her, but when I’m suckerpunched in the stomach, it seems she isn’t the one needing protection.

I’ve not seen this asshole before, but no doubt, he’s Gianna’s new lapdog. When he goes to punch me again, I duck and slam my fist into his jaw. His head snaps back, and I’m on him, knocking us both to the floor.

Anger courses through me because, right now, my mindset is attack first, ask questions later.

Valentina screams, which has me losing concentration for a split second—rookie move on my behalf because ten billion volts of electricity run through my body, leaving me gasping for air.

A fucking Taser.

I will my body to stop being a little bitch, but it’s no use when he tases me again before I succumb to the screams of Valentina.

I wake with no recollection of who I am.

Where I’m at.

It’s a nice feeling to escape who I was. I figure I’m not a good guy as I’m hanging from chains on a basement wall.

I tug at the metal cuffs, but it’s no use. I’m not going anywhere soon.

“Have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty?”

Turning to my left, I see pink hair…

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