Page 46 of Bloody Valentine

She rode my thrusts this time.

Her body rocked with me, her nails digging deep into my arms.

I loved staring at her body, loved the sweat coating her face from how well she was keeping pace with my thrusts.

She is absolutely…divine.

“Oh fuuuck Vivian. The way you bounce on my cock, I…I…won’t make it. I can’t control myself when I am with you. God, you are my undoing.”

She screamed, her pussy clamping down on my dick, and the walls inside her contracted over and over again. I was leaking like a geyser, my body so consumed by this woman that I felt like there was no end to her.

She was a part of me in so many ways.

My come spilled out onto my dick from the sides of her pussy, and I smiled like a fucking idiot. Vivian allowed me to help her off the torture device, accepting me when I pulled her in for a kiss. I bit and sucked her lips, getting myself all worked up.

Pulling away, she laughed, and I loved that fucking husky tone of hers. “We're not done yet, Little Virgin. There is one more thing to do.”

Now Vivian looked puzzled.

She watched me pull up my pants and undo the whips’ binds, tying them around my wrists and using my mouth to pull them tighter. I turned to her and slowly kneeled at her feet, letting my knees hit the hard, unforgiving ground.

“I may not be able to change my fate, Little Virgin.” I said, “Or yours. But I want to remember you forever. I realized all too late that I…do not belong to the Divine...I belong toyou.”

Vivian’s eyes widened, but I reached my bound hands into my pants pocket, pulling the knife free. I lifted it up to her, bowing my head to the ground, and waited.

“Please, Little Virgin. Mark me. Cover their names and the scars. I want to bear only your brand for the rest of my life.”

Vivian’s breath caught, and she hesitated. I wondered if she would simply stab me in the back with it or plunge the metal into my temple and end all of this. I was risking a lot in this position, and every part of my words and actions were damning us both.

Finally, I saw her shadow as it moved along the ground.

She came up behind me and pressed her soft hands into my flesh. This was nothing like the punishments of the Divine or the Elders when they carved their names into me as their king. This was something else that I couldn’t describe. I didn’t feel pain when the knife entered my skin. I felt pride.

When she was done, she walked back in front of me, crouching down to hand me the bloody knife.

I smiled at her, feeling only immense happiness in the place that had truly tortured me for so long.

She changed that.

She changed my hell into a sanctuary.

Chapter fifteen

Icouldn’t stop looking at Maddox. He had never smiled so brightly. I just branded my name onto his back with the fourteen others, yet he looked as though I had given him a spa treatment. Maybe he was a masochist and not just a sadist.

I reached my hands down to help him rise, but he didn’t take my help. Instead, he kissed my fingers. This moment was light in this awful place. The ember that sparked since arriving in the dark halls of St. Valentine. But just like every flame, something was always there to snuff it out.

The hallway lit from afar, and that horrid priest came down the corridor. He was holding an unconscious man in his arms that I didn’t recognize at all. It was like a switch went down. That warm, bright smile on Maddox’s face fell, and the cold, cruel mask was firmly back into place.

He twisted his wrists, and the binding snapped off of him like a rubber band. He was never truly restrained. The way he got out of the leather in seconds showed me that. No other looks were spared as he stood up and left me alone on the ground.

“Why is my brother here?” he demanded, storming over to the man.

The priest had a sly grin on his ugly face and stroked the man's head like a dog. “Your father felt as though you may need a reminder, son. I am on my way to lay dear Hayes to bed, but I can change that direction if needed.”

Maddox cleared his throat and shook his head curtly. “No. Everything is going according to plan. The chosen will be prepared for the sacrifice within a few hours. Bring my brother back to his room. Now.”

The priest snickered and hefted Maddox’s brother higher on his arm. “Of course. I shall see you at the ritual, my King.”

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