Page 77 of Tortured Soul
He stood up abruptly, the sharp knife nicking at the skin of his throat, leaving a reddening line behind. His hand shoved me flat against the cold surface of the kitchen counter as he leaned over me, a menacing look on his face.
“No. It would beselfish. You don’t get to take that decision from any of us. I kept my mouth shut when you ran away from Blake since you had a good reason for doing so, but nothere. Notagain. As far as I know, our lives aren’t in any danger, and even if you don’t have a soul for us to bind ourselves to, it’s still our choice if we want you anyway.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, and I placed the blade back on his throat, right under the first line already closing off, leaving a little red blood behind.
“Let go of me,” I said as the red swirled in his eyes.
His hips nestled between my legs, against my uncovered core, and a blush crept up my neck and cheeks. The corner of his lips tilted up.
“You’re going to have to make me, because I’m never letting go of you,zhizn moya.”
I sobbed, my hand trembling around the handle of the blade, the pressure of it slicing the skin next to his Adam's apple. He groaned, but pushed against it with a grin.
“Why?” I cried. “Everything I’ve done made you miserable! Every decision I’ve made turned you into what you are today! I robbed you of the future you should’ve had, aren’t you sick of following me like a lost puppy?”
His hand landed on my throat, the grip strong but careful.
“You did all that. And I’m still here. Because my soul belongs to you. Because one day, one way or another, I’ll get to claim yours from the depths of hell and make itfuckingmine,” he growled, his face inchesfrom mine. “Youdid not rob me from your soul. The bastard who turned you robbedusfrom it.”
A strangled sob broke free as my hand shook, cutting his skin deeper.
“Hurt me all you want,chérie. Better it be me than you. I can take whatever you’ll throw at me.”
His other hand circled my wrist, pressing the cutting edge deeper, the blood now pouring from the wound onto both our hands. He moaned, the warm air brushing against my parted lips.
“Go ahead, I’ll bleed myself dry if you ask me to,” he whispered and another cry escaped me as I let go of the knife.
He caught it before it fell between us and threw it to the side just as I grabbed his head and pulled his face to mine, crushing his lips against my own.
He groaned against my mouth, his free arm sliding between my lower back and the counter, lifting my hips to press himself against me from a better angle.
“Did that make you feel better?” he asked between kisses. I licked at his lower lip with eagerness. “Answer me.”
“No.”
I kissed him deeper, circling his waist with my legs, rocking my hips against his.
“Was it not my blood you wanted, then?”
My hands tightened on the back of his head, pulling at his hair, scratching his skull. He moaned against my mouth, thrusting his hips forward, the bulge in his pants hitting just the right spot between my thighs.
“Use your voice,lille fugl. Let me hear how pretty you still sing.”
“Take off your clothes and fuck me.”
He smiled against my lips, nipping and licking.
“Giving me orders now, are you?”
His hands left my throat and went to find the buttons of his shirt, the same he wore last night, slowly undoing them one at a time.
Torturously slow.
I reached for one of the openings only to rip it open, sending the buttons flying everywhere and revealing the mark marring a big part of his chest. The red and silver swirling lines that spoke of his love, his devotion, for me. My throat suddenlyfelt too tight.
Grabbing at the sides, I pulled him back against my lips before sliding the fabric over his shoulders.
“I like it when you’re so eager for me,” he rasped as I fumbled with his belt buckle. “When you want me so much that you’re asking me to fuck you even though you’re wearing the clothes of another of your mates. In that mate’s home. Do you think Arc would like to watch and join likeBlakedid?”
