Page 35 of The Black Lotus
“It does if you imagined every possible way to kill someone and looked forward to your first kill growing up.” A sad, quiet chuckle slips past his lips as his fingers rake through his hair, unbelieving of the truth he is reliving.
I crawl into his lap and straddle his waist. “You didn’t kill me.”
“You were supposed to be my next lamb,” he mutters, regret filling his eyes as his fingers dig into my hips, a forceful grip that feels like he’s pouring all of his regret into his hold on me.
I lean in closer and my next words come out as a whisper across his lips. “Now I’m your vixen.”
His lips crash against mine, his fingers digging into my sides as my hands grip his hair. He flips us, gripping my ass and lays me on the bed, trailing kisses up my body.
He straightens, ripping off his shirt, and I place my hand out to stop him from kissing me again. His eyebrows crease, and before he can ask why, I slip out from under him.
“Lay down,” I demand. He turns to look at me, his brow lifting in question as he scoots up the bed, his back hitting the headboard. He stares at me with a playful challenge in his gaze as I cross my arms over my chest daring him to challenge me. A smirk lifts his cheeks as he slinks down, his back finally resting against the bed. “Close your eyes.”
His eyes disappear, my heart racing as my core clenches.
I walk over to the dresser and retrieve my gift, flipping it open quietly. “Keep your eyes closed,” I order, stripping and walking back to the bed to straddle him. Taking the cuffs that hang behind the back of the bed, I grab each of Aster’s hands and secure his wrists so he can’t move.
“I guess you’re done asking questions.”
“I am,” I muse.
“Can I open my eyes?”
I hold the blade in front of his face and hum my agreement. His eyes open, instantly finding the knife I’m holding.
“What are you planning to do with that?” he asks, his dick hardening beneath me.
Looking at my reflection in the silver blade, the beast within me lifts her head. “It’s your turn to bleed.”
He shifts under me as I trail the tip of the knife down his stomach, stopping at the top of his pants. Shimmying down so I’m sitting at the end of the bed, I tilt my head as a wicked smile sharpens my face. “You won’t be needing these,” I say, gripping the top and slicing the fabric all the way down to his cock. “Payback for all the clothes you’ve ruined,” I tease.
“How long have you been waiting to do that?” he asks as he lifts his butt to help me take the pants the rest of the way off and I toss them to the floor.
Ignoring his question, I tap the flat part of the blade against my lips as my eyes trail his naked body. . “Where should I cut you first?”
Crawling back up his body, my mouth salivates thinking about my lips wrapped around his cock. I freeze, stuck with an impossible choice.Feed the beast or satisfy the beauty?
“You can always punish me later. I can see how badly you want to taste me.”
I bite my lip, tempted to do just that. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“You would, too.”
Draping myself across his chest, I flip my knife and bring the blade to his arm, slicing slowly across it. Not deep enough to scar, but hard enough that a line of blood forms and drips down his arm.
His eyebrows raise slightly as his mouth makes an upside-down, closed smile and before he can say anything, I lean down and trail my tongue up his arm, the warm copper coating my senses. We both moan as my lips wrap around his length and I suck. I do the same to the other, basking in the taste of purehim.I go back for more, our moans cocooning around us, but with some superhuman strength I didn’t know Aster possessed, he rips free from his restraints and snatches the knife from my hand, nicking my fingers as he places it on the side table.
He flips us over, my hair drapes in waves over the pillow, his chest rising and falling as he looks down at me with a hungry gaze. “I wasn’t done marking you,” I say, breathlessly looking up at him.
“I was done waiting.”
“Fuck!” I scream, as he shoves his cock hard inside me, my eyes pinching closed at the intrusion. My nails rake down his back hard enough he hisses, punishing me as he slams into my core over and over.
“Have to make you bleed somehow,” I tease, smiling up at him.
His hand slides underneath me lifting my ass to pound deeper and my hands fall to the side, gripping the sheets.
“That didn’t last long,” he grunts, nipping at the delicate skin where my shoulder meets my neck.
