Page 35 of Magic or Madness

“So, you want me to stabyou?” She bites her lip slightly as she avoids looking into my eyes, but I can feel the lust radiating off her.

She’s turned on by the thought.

“Blood oath, Fallon. Right here,” I say, trailing my finger across the scars on my chest.

There are six markings, all unique, and done by the members of the crew. It was Doc’s way of ensuring we’d all take these jobs to the grave, and it’s the only thing I can think of to make her believe me.

Fallon doesn’t hesitate, tossing her hair in a bun and coming closer to me, still holding the knife in her right hand.

She brushes the hair away from my chest, lightly trailing kisses around the scars that I’ve carried on my body for years.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, placing the tip of the knife against my skin.

“You won’t,my beautiful girl. Mark me however you want. Then, the blood on the knife is yours,” I assure her, watching as the lust blows out her pupils, leaving nothing but darkness in her eyes.

Not only does shewantto do this, but she thrives off it. The anger is gone, and in its place is pure mischief. Her focus hasn’t shifted as she trails the tip along my skin, and I’m trained on her eyes, watching how this affects her. It’s like she’s fully opening her mind, body and soul, readily giving it all to me with one simple act.

She presses into me, using enough force to draw blood, and I suck in a breath while she drags the blade across my skin.

It doesn’t feel any different than the other marks on my body, or the tattoos I’ve gotten. The pain from the act of cutting into flesh is numbing, and I relish in the few minutes where I feelnothing.

Finally, she sits back, admiring her work, and I open my eyes to hers.

“B for Bambi,” she whispers, watching the drips of blood form into a puddle on the tip of the knife.

Her eyes shift to mine, then back to the blade, and I notice the moment her tongue swipes her bottom lip, then quickly retreats, as if she’s contemplating what I think she is.

“Taste it, Bambi.”

“If I do, you have to do it to me,” she says softly, slowly bringing the blade's tip to her lips.

“Done.”

She nods slightly, and I watch in awe as she licks my blood off the knife without a second thought. Her eyes close as she tastes the metallic on her tongue, the phenomenal feeling sweeping her into a special place that not any average person can handle.

It’s a surreal feeling, the first time you taste someone else’s blood, and I’m lucky enough to bear witness to Fallon’s introduction into a world that only suits the ones who are brave enough to enter it.

“Wow,” she breathes, her cheeks flushed a new shade of pink, and she’s visibly turned on.

She scrapes her teeth along her bottom lip, and her whole body shakes as she sits up from her crouched position.

“Did you like that?” I ask, hoping to press her buttons a little, wind her up even more than she already is.

“Yes.” A moan softly escapes her throat as she hands the knife back to me.

“Where do you want yours?”

She just shrugs, spreading out on the mattress and giving me permission to place my mark wherever I want. I don’t choose a visible spot, instead placing my claim strategically, somewhere hidden enough that only she and I will know exists.

I play on her newfound weakness, dragging the tip of the blade down her torso, over her belly, and stopping when I reach her inner thigh. I glance up, searching her eyes, and that fire I saw earlier is gone, replaced by the heightened sense of euphoria we’re chasing together.

“Here,” I whisper, and she nods, slowly slipping her leggings off and tossing them on the floor.

She sits before me, her legs spread, with only a pair of black panties on, and I bite my lip in awe, wondering how I got sofucking lucky.

“Are you sure,Bellissima?” I ask, and her entire body shivers, reacting strongly when I speak Italian.

“Do it, Ozzy,” she breathes, and I ease her body down, ensuring she’s not tense.

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