Page 13 of Bleed for Me

Seven gripped the bottom of my shirt in his hands and peeled it from my body as quickly as possible. Next, he started fumbling with the button on my jeans, his movements erratic with impatience. I kicked them off and reached for his shirt, tugging it from his body as he had done with mine and then tossed it on the floor.

Once we were completely naked, his lips found mine again. The feel of his cock against mine sent a jolt of electricity spiraling through me. My hands drifted upwards to capture his face, cradling it as I pulled him into me more forcefully. A grunt tumbled from his mouth and bled onto my tongue which I soaked right up.

Fuck. He was hot.

He wasmine.

I’d been so wrapped up in kissing him, that I didn’t notice him inch his hand away from my body until it came into contact with my throbbing dick. My breath hitched as he startedpumping me up and down and my fingernails dug into the edges of his face, my breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke.

“Grab the knife from my safe,” I said through heavy pants, wanting to make this as good as possible for him, too.

Every room had a safe bolted into the closet so that we could hide sentimental items from the other patients. Most of the people here knew not to test any of the three of us, but then again, some of them were too impulsive to even consider the consequences of pissing us off.

Seven’s eyes blazed hot with heat from the mere suggestion, almost like he could already taste the blood pouring out of my veins. He stepped away, taking his body heat with him and it forced a chill to sweep through my limbs.

I dropped onto the edge of the bed, waiting for him to return. Jordan was still drawing away, but as if sensing my gaze on him, his dark blue eyes clashed with mine. An amused smirk pulled the corner of his mouth upwards, and he shook his head before turning back to his work.

When Seven came back, he flicked the pocket knife open, his face lighting up with exhilaration. The first time I’d allowed him to taste my blood had been nerve racking. Especially after finding out what he was in here for in the first place. Scars marred my chest and abdomen from the various cuts and bite marks he’d inflicted over the years. Eventually, it became easier to cope with and those earlier fears vanished.

I scooted further up on the bed and leaned back on my elbows. My heart raced with adrenaline as it always did when he cut me, or when he was about to.

Straddling my thighs, his hard cock brushed against mine. His eyes were blown wide with lust and anticipation. He took the small knife in his hand and placed the blade to my chest right over my nipple.

A sting sliced through the area and warm liquid trickled down my pec. My lips parted on a silent gasp, the feeling dizzying in the best way which made my dick twitch. He must have felt it, too, because a groan sounded from deep within his throat. Bracing himself on my shoulders, he leaned down, his mouth sucking it all up. The heat from his tongue dulled the sharp pain, transforming it into pleasure instead.

“Fuck.” I breathed, running my hands through his hair and urging him to keep going.

Another slice of his blade met the sensitive spot where my ribs connected. The air attacked the open wound, but his mouth was on me again in an instant, drinking it all up. He moaned against my skin, sending a vibration tumbling through me and my head tilted back in pleasure.

I preferred when he used the knife. I’d let him use just his teeth a few times and that had been excruciating—though, the pain never lasted too long. Seven struggled being intimate without the taste of blood against his lips. It was almost as if he needed it in order to get off. He ground his hips against mine, trailing his tongue along my flesh. Electricity zapped through my system, causing a moan of my own to fall from my lips.

This time, he moved the knife to my stomach and leaned back on his legs to put more space between us. He made a long cut from where my ribs ended to the spot beside my hip bone. Blood pooled instantly, making my breath hitch. His lips followed the trail of the liquid. He must have placed the knife down because his hands moved to grip my sides as he pulled me against him, not willing to lose a single drop.

Once satisfied, he started trailing his mouth up my body. “Goddamn,” he hissed, right before his lips brushed against the column of my neck. His hips snapped against mine, making him rub himself into me even more forcefully. The feel of his big,pierced cock moved along mine; the sensation forcing my eyes to roll.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, thrusting upwards to grind against him in return.

“Yeah? You want me inside you this time?”

I nodded, not caring who was really on top, but knowing he preferred to be. He pushed off me and flipped me onto my stomach with immeasurable strength. The sound of him spitting into his hand echoed throughout the room. My heart was racing and I was so unbelievably hard right now. Bracing my hands against the mattress, I moved onto all fours to give him better access.

Seven came up behind me, placing the tip of his cock against my ass. It slid between my cheeks, toying with the hole he desperately wanted to enter. Without another warning, his hips jerked forward, and he breached my entrance, making me gasp out in alarm. My hands tightened into the sheets for support; the sting from him stretching me pulsed through me violently. I lowered my chest to the bed, forming an arch for him. This seemed to appease him because he muttered another obscenity and moved his hands to grip my hips before sliding in even deeper.

“Fuck yes, Seven,” I moaned, pressing my ass against him to gain more friction.

He twitched inside me, a low groan of his own slipping free in response. Being with him was risky. Most of the time, we had sex out in the woods or in a secluded part in the garden. If someone saw, they could easily tell Dr. Theodore about this and then we’d both be screwed. Even now, someone could walk in. We weren’t permitted to have locks on our doors. But the desire to have him outweighed everything else. It also helped take my mind off of everything else.

His piercings shouldn’t have felt as foreign inside me as they did. It wasn’t like I’d never felt them before. But the extra friction still had me clenching around him.

He jerked his hips back and slammed them against my ass, making a louder moan tumble from my mouth in response.

“God, you’re gripping me so fucking tight.” His pace steadily increased, the slapping of his skin against mine reverberating throughout the room. My hands fisted the sheets even tighter as he pounded against me, his piercings creating a rippling effect.

“God, yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling even further into my skull.

He was slipping in and out more easily now. His hands tightened around my waist as he used me for support in order to slam into me repeatedly.

Our heavy breathing filled the space along with Jordan’s pencil against the paper. If he was more open-minded, he could join, but that wasn’t what he wanted. As long as we’d been here, he’d only fucked two people—both of them girls. One of those girls was Rachel of all people, and the other had been a newer girl. But of course, the twins couldn’t handle that, and she went missing. We knew they killed her, but her body was never found. No body, no punishment.

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