Page 38 of Pretty When He Bleeds

“You heard me,” he says, taking a step toward me and I take a step back. “Take it off.”

I glare at him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Damon doesn’t flinch, he just smirks and tilts his head to the side in that infuriating way that grates on me. “You bled for someone else tonight, Roman. That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

My heart stutters in my chest and I take another step back, but he follows, crowding me against the window.

“I told you,” he continues, brushing his fingers over the partially healed mark on my shoulder. “You’re not allowed to bleed for anyone but me.”

That possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine and I hate how much I like it. “Why do you care?” I snap, my voice rising. “What difference does it make to you if I want to get my ass kicked?”

Damon’s smirk widens and he reaches for the front of my button-down, grabbing it with both hands and tearing it open before I can even stop him. “What the fuck—”

He shuts me up by drawing his hand to my lips and brushing his thumb over the split in them. The touch sends a jolt straight to my cock.

“You like it, don’t you?” he murmurs as his thumb continues to smear the blood over my lip. “The way it stings and burns.”

I don’t answer. Ican’tanswer. My breath catches when he slides his hand from my lip down to grip my jaw so I can’t look away.

“I’m going to get my blood back,” he says, his tone of voice so low that it makes my cock twitch. “Twice over.”

I don’t have time to respond before his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my knees go weak.

The pain from my split lip mixes with the heat of his mouth, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes me. The heat, the pain, the chaos—it’s everything I’ve been chasing and he’s giving it all to me like it’s his fucking mission.

Then he bites down on my bottom lip, hard enough to draw more blood and I gasp, the pain sending a shockwave through my body. “Fuck,” I breathe, my head falling back against the window as he licks the blood from my lip, his tongue hot and insistent.

“You taste like every bad decision I’d make twice,” he says, his teeth grazing my jaw as he pulls my shirt off completely.

I whimper. “Damon—”

“Shut up,” he growls, pulling me away from the window and backing me up against his bed. I stumble back and fall against the soft pillows and he follows, straddling me. He leans down and runs his tongue over my neck, nipping at my ear.

“You want pain, Roman?” he whispers. “I’ll be more than happy to give you the pain you crave.”

My chest tightens, and I open my mouth to say something—anything—but the words die in my throat when he drags his teeth over the mark on my shoulder and bites down. The sharp sting sends a spark of heat straight through me, reopening the healing mark.

“Fuck!” I cry out, feeling my hard cock twitch. “Damon, please…”

He smirks against my skin. “You beg so pretty,” he mutters, then his tongue flicks over the fresh mark, soothing it as my body arches beneath him, desperate for more.

I whimper, my hands clutching at his shoulders as his nails rake down my chest, leaving trails of fire. My head swims with the sharp sting of each new scratch, the dull throb of his bite marks, and the overwhelming heat pooling low in my stomach.

He pulls away, his gaze dropping to my chest, eyeing my piercings. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension. “Fucking falling apart for me. I could break you, Roman. Shatter you into a thousand pieces, and you’d thank me for it.”

My breath catches, my chest heaving as he leans down to press his lips to my nipples, his tongue tracing each piercing before pulling them between his teeth.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

Damon chuckles, flicking his tongue over one of the sensitive bars again before dragging his teeth against it. The sharp sting sends another surge of heat straight to my dick, and I let out a hiss.

“Yeah?” he drawls, his breath hot against my skin. “Then beg for it.”

I freeze, my pride flaring up even through the haze of want clouding my head. “No fucking way.”

His smirk widens. “No?” He shifts, pressing his thigh harder between my legs, grinding against me just enough to drive me insane. I bite my lip, swallowing down a groan, but he catches my chin, forcing my head back.

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