Page 56 of Psycho

He climbs onto the bed, and I spread my legs. Placing the knife beside my arm, he hovers over me, a hand on either side of me, as he stares into my eyes with so much heat my clit pulses. The way he looks at me might be enough to make me come.

“I have rules with blood play, little lamb. If you make me bleed, you’ll caress the ache with your tongue. You’ll consume my blood. Are you prepared to do that?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“So fucking perfect.”

Lifting onto his knees, he picks up the knife and hands it to me.

“Do not try to kill me. It will not end well.”

I swallow hard at his threat, and shake my head.

“I wouldn’t.”

He rolls over onto his back, and motions for me to come closer. I straddle his hips, his hard cock underneath me, causing me to moan lightly.

“A muscular area is best. Avoid the forearm and neck.”

My hand shakes slightly as I grip the knife.

“Are you sure about this? Have you done this before?”

He places his hand over mine, steadying the tremble.

“I’ve been stabbed, but not like this. Don’t cut too deep, and I’ll be fine. Make me bleed for you, little lamb.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

PSYCHO

Her fear does nothing to relax my erection. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted inside a woman like I do her at this exact moment. The anticipation nearly kills me, as I wrap my hand around her wrist, lift it gently, and pull her hand down to cut into my chest. Her eyes widen, as she spots the slow flow of blood oozing from the wound. She leans down and I grab her hair, moving it out of the way, as she slides her tongue over the cut, taking my blood into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl.

The soft flicks of her tongue, knowing she’s drinking from me, have my cock so hard, it’s difficult to control myself. She lifts her head slightly, staring directly into my soul, as she licks her lips seductively. Reaching under her arms, I grab her, and throw her onto her back, ripping my knife from her hand.

“My turn.”

Pushing her legs back beside her ears, I kiss her ass cheeks while she whimpers. I cut into her flesh, and she hisses slightly from the pain. Her hiss turns to a moan, when I slide my tongue over her cut skin.

“Hadley,” I groan, all of my senses firing off like an explosion. The way she looks, tastes, feels, and fucking sounds, drives me insane.

“Look how drenched you are,” I say, as I push two fingers inside her, and am immediately rewarded with the buck of her hips, coupled with a soft breathy moan.

I press my nose to the inside of her thigh, and inhale her scent, before moving to her pussy, taking that in too. Gazing up at her body, I’m marveled by the pure beauty. Her dark hair splayed over my pillows, eyes blown wide with lust, that halo around her irises more prominent than normal, and the piercings I gave her. She’s so goddamn beautiful it almost hurts. The little girl that followed me around like a lost puppy is long gone. Replaced with a fucking siren. The most tempting of temptresses. This stunning woman wanted to take my family down, for crimes we didn’t commit. I should be punishing her, she deserves it. As I lower my head and slide my tongue up her slit, I know I’m coming undone. I’ve always seen things in black and white. She’s my grey. For the first time in my life, I want to get lost in something other than vengeance.

“Fuck.”

It takes me less than twenty seconds to realize I made a vital fucking mistake. Climbing over her, I quickly push my cock inside her, and close my eyes with a groan. I have no fucking idea how the hell the knife got close enough for her to grab it, but when the blade is pressed to my throat, I know I’m in a bit of trouble. My eyes pop open, and I stare at the stunning woman under me.

“Hadley,” I whisper softly, being careful not to move my throat too much. Her eyes glow with fury, and this time, her hand doesn’t shake. She’s steady as a rock.

“Let me make something perfectly clear, Massimo.”

I don’t move. I wait. The beauty of the moment isn’t lost on me.

“You said before you’d be inside another woman before the end of the day. Were you?”

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