Page 64 of Grave Love
But that would mean that whatever this is, this thing between us,meanssomething to him. And that’s not possible. I’m reading into him again. I’m his little corpse. His fourth victim. The one who came and died for him willingly.
I ignore my thoughts. I let him guide our conversation.
I tilt my head. “A present?”
He motions for me to follow him, then leads me to the embalming room. Everything is clean, metal, with crisp lines. A chemical scent wafts through the air, the faint sweetness of death at the back of it.
“Take off your clothes,” Blaze orders.
I don’t question him this time. I obey. Folding my clothes and putting them on the counter, I wrap my arms around myself, hiding my body. Blaze grabs my arms, forcing them down to my sides.
“Don’t cover yourself,” he snarls. He grabs my cunt, his fingers digging into my flesh. Pain shoots through me, and my eyes widen, relishing in it. “This body belongs to me, and you willnothide it from me.”
I trace his eyes, seeing his absolute truth. He’s serious.
I nod subtly. Trying not to disturb him more.
A smile stretches across his lips. “Good. Now, lie down on the table.”
The coldness of the metal shocks me. I’ve laid on this table and masturbated before. This shouldn’t be different. But Blaze’s eyes are like a magnifying glass, peering into the layers beneath my skin. Seeing the muscle and bone and everything vulnerable underneath. I fight with myself to stay still, to expose myself to him. Hewantsto see me, no matter the situation.
My head spins. I lift my hips, resting my ass on my fingers. Keeping still for him.
“Have you ever had anal sexbeforeme, love?” he asks. I subtly shake my head. “Some people say it’s the most erotic activity there is. There are endless nerve endings down there, you know. Given the right set of tools, it can rip an orgasm right out of you.” He chuckles. “We’ve done it before, haven’t we? But not like this.”
He opens the cupboard above the sink. Labelless water bottles filled with red liquid line the shelf. My ears throb, fear and anticipation clawing through my stomach.
“What is that?” I whisper.
He grabs the first bottle, then gives it a squeeze.
“You know what it is, my love. You don’t need me to say it.”
My love?When he calls me “love,” that’s all it is. A noun. Never a possessive. Neverhislove.
Am I hearing things? Am I—
He twists the cap, then pours the red liquid over his hands. The shiny crimson globs drip on the floor, the stark contrast of red blood on white tile glaring up at us.
“This is—” I sit up and shake my head. “This is unsanitary. We can’t—”
He shoves me down, a giant red handprint in the middle of my breasts. His teeth bared, his expression full of warning, his jaw tighter than an oyster protecting a pearl.
“Question me again, little corpse, and see what happens,” he growls. “I’m not fucking around anymore.”
Our eyes lock, judging each other in a contest of dominance. This could beit.
I relax. Close my eyes. Force myself to trust whatever happens next. To trusthim.
Liquid splashes over my stomach, the icy temperature rattling me.
“That’s fucking cold!” I shriek.
Blaze chuckles, then massages the gloopy blood over my skin, hunger filling his eyes as he marvels at my red body. He nods at me, silently telling me to relax, and eventually I do. I don’t think about the blood and whoever it belongs to, nor do I think about the fact that I’m letting a killer massage me with his victim’s blood. I focus on Blaze. On his hunger for me. On the need in his eyes as he appraises me.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice as thick as the coagulated blood. He pinches my lips together, smashing me like a puppet, then he licks his lips, and those worries vanish. “You try to tell me that this is bad, that it’s dirty,unsafe,but you don’t try very hard, do you? Youlikethis, love. You like knowing that I’ve drained a man’s blood for you.”
My heart beats rapidly, thudding against my rib cage like a fist banging on a door. I try to deny it. Try to shake my head. To move my lips. To scream internally and resist it all. To be a good person. Tonotgive into the bad thing and enjoy sex covered in someone’s blood.
