Page 64 of Silent Schemes
I bite her earlobe, not gently. “Then we face it honestly.”
She shoves me back, straddling my hips.
The knife is in her hand again, tracing a path down my chest, stopping just below my ribs.
It cuts my shirt, and her hands open it before the blade is back on me.
She presses until it breaks the skin, a single red drop welling up.
I laugh, low and guttural. “You’re not afraid.”
She shakes her head. “Never.”
We tear at each other, shirt, skin, sweat.
She drags the knife along my spine, not to hurt, but to mark.
I grab her by the throat, thumb on her windpipe, just enough pressure to make her eyes flare.
Unzipping my pants enough to push my cock through, I push her onto the bed, popping the buttons of my shirt off her body and exposing her perfectly delicate skin.
We fuck like death is chasing us.
Her thigh holster digs into my hip, the pistol on my belt cold against her inner leg.
Neither of us takes the weapons off.
We don’t trust each other enough for that.
She bites my shoulder, hard enough to leave a print.
I hold her, drive her into the mattress, hands locked on her wrists above her head.
She writhes, slips one hand free, rakes her nails down my back.
The sting is perfect.
I don’t stop.
Not until the sheets are soaked through, the headboard streaked with handprints and blood, and we’ve both drawn more from each other than we probably should.
After, we lie tangled together, both bleeding, both too stubborn to admit we need the other.
She runs her finger along the cut in my ribs, then puts her palm to the wound, sealing it with her heat.
“If you ever leave me,” she says, “I’ll hunt you down.”
I laugh, softer this time. “We both know you’d do it anyway.”
She smirks, then rolls on top of me, her pulse thundering against my heart.
We stare at each other, silent. There’s nothing left to say.
She kisses me, slow, dragging her teeth across my lip, drawing just enough blood to taste.
Her nails press into my chest, carving trenches through the tattoos.
And I know, right then, there’s no going back.
