Page 56 of Pretend
The blade pierces through my palm like I knew it would, and I look down to see my hand covered in blood while I fuck her with it. Crimson is pouring down my palm onto my wrist, and droplets hit the wooden floor, creating a small puddle of red.
Eh, I’ll be fine. I’m having way too much fun with my little Valentine to stop now.
I laugh, dark and slow, as I continue to play with her cute swollen clit that should be in between my teeth.
I don’t know how I’m holding it together, but I do.
“Oh God, I’m going to come Daegan!” She shouts, breathing harshly, clawing my shoulders harder. Her hand pulls on my hair, and she brings her mouth to mine once more. We kiss each other, and I dominate the inside of her mouth with my tongue, over and over again, our tongues in an endless passionate dance.
God, she tastes so good, just like how I knew she fucking would.
I can’t get attached to her. I can’t grow feelings for this forbidden woman, but everything about her calls my name like she’s haunting me.
I tighten my hold on the blade fucking her like I would with my cock, and then she screams inside my mouth. The knife jerks as her pussy clenches all over the handle. I continue to thrust, but this time, I slow the movements as she shakes from finishing so hard, and I kiss her forehead softly.
She wraps her legs around my waist tighter as I let her fall into her euphoric orgasm.
“You did so fucking well…” I drop my knife, and it lands on the floor with a loud thud. My bloody hand goes to her throat, holding her in place so I can kiss her lips gently without her continuing to convulse.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp and looks down at her chest as the blood gets smeared all over her neck, down to the middle of her collarbone.
“I thought about giving you a pearl necklace, but I think ruby ones are better,” I smirk at the red covering her neck.
“You’re bleeding? You cut yourself?” She pants worriedly. She grabs my hand to examine it.
I retract my hand from hers. She’s just too cute, expressing how concerned she is for me.
“It’s nothing,” I reassure her, kissing her forehead.
“It is not nothing!” She intercepts my calmness with a frantic tone. “You’re bleeding. You’re hurt. This was supposed to be fun.”
“But this is fun, don’t you get it Valentine? This is just a fraction of how deep my desires go, baby girl. What’s that saying? It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Well, it’s the opposite for me. It’s only fun if someonedoesget hurt. I like the pain, Alessia, and I think a part of you likes it, too.”
She turns away from me like she’s ashamed.
“Can I tuck you back into bed now? I think that’s enough pretending for tonight. There’s only so much I can fucking take,” I cup the side of her head, forcing her to look back at me. I need her to understand the severity of our situation.
“I just crossed a line I will never be able to take back.” I softly tell her, narrowing my eyes. Regret is evident in every breath I take.
“No.” She denies me.
“No?” I question her, a low growl reverberating in my chest.
“I want more.I need you to come. I want to see it. I want to see you lose control. Let me see you lose control,” she softly begs, lifting her head off the ground, kissing the scarred side of my face over and over again, and I’m losing it. Pure warmth fills my chest.
When I let her see this side of my face, she looked at the most vulnerable part of my body and accepted it. Not a lot of people have done that when I returned home.
But Alessia?
My little valentine has a heart of pure gold, warmth, and compassion. She didn’t run, cringe, or worse,pity me.
She’s worshiping my scars I hate to look at. I hate them because they remind me not only of what I endured but also of Dario.
“I’m not fucking you, Alessia,” I remind her.
“No, but let me fuck you.”
She gets up, pushing me so that I flip over to my back. She straddles me. Her wet curls, and her chest coated in my blood, are all the things I see, and it’s making me fucking feral.
