Page 22 of Sing Me a Song

He continues to push aside my underwear with that knife, slowly exposing me, and letting the blade's tip graze my pussy.

"I can smell how turned on you are." His voice deepens with arousal.

My body begins to tremble with want and fear, a tantalizing mix.

"You want me inside of you?" He asks and I mewl at his words.

Yes.

"Do you want my tongue to slip through your wet pussy?" I have never had anyone talk to me this way before. I've especially never had anyone hold a knife to my pussy either.

"Raiden," I tense as the cold metal presses closer. "I want those things, without the knife."

"But the knife makes it interesting and a little bit dangerous." He says that last word like he's starving and staring at an open buffet.

He reaches up and grabs my underwear, ripping it from my body. I suck in a breath, readying myself to scream when his large hand slaps down over my mouth.

"Shh, demon girl." He whispers as his face looms above mine. "We don't want to wake the house."

His hardness presses into my thigh and I arch my back trying to bring it closer to my core. I don’t know what happens to my common sense whenever Raiden comes around but it’s clear the bitch is nowhere to be found. This is a man that rips the clothes off my body and holds a knife to my pussy.

Nowhere to be fucking found.

“Have you ever tasted another person’s blood before?” He whispers.

I can’t answer with his hand over my mouth so I shake my head.

“It’s nothing like when you taste your own.” He dips his head and licks over the freshly healed cut on my neck. “Blood is like wine, it holds hints of flavors telling you about each person. Even Catholic churches tell you to drink the blood of Christ and eat his flesh, so it can’t be wrong.” He says sarcastically.

His words should be disarming but his voice somehow erases my fear and I gasp when I feel his touch at my opening. My muffled moan becomes a squeak when what I thought were his fingers is a hard object slowly being inserted inside me.

My hands land on his chest and I try to push him away, he’s sticking the handle of his knife inside me. His hand comes off my mouth and he leans down, his lips just a breadth’s width away from mine.

“Don’t fight it,” his eyes hold me in place. “Maybe I’ll reward you with a taste of my blood.”

“I don’t need to taste your blood to know you, Raiden.” I say to him and he stops pushing the fucking knife into me. “I heard your music tonight, everything you can’t say, even things you don’t sing, I can hear them in your voice and you have mountains of anger that reside in the deep valleys of your pain.”

His head rears back a bit as he quickly covers up his shocked expression. The knife is removed from me and then the blade is suddenly piercing the skin on my inner thigh. His hand is back over my mouth just in time to catch my scream and his golden green eyes watch with rapture at my obvious discomfort.

His head dips and I feel his tongue lap at the running blood, then his mouth seals around the shallow puncture. He takes three quick swallows and comes back up to my face. His mouth is lined with my blood and my stomach rolls but my pussy clenches.

The hand comes off my mouth and I suck in a lungful of air. His mouth lowers closer to mine and instead of wanting to slap the shit out of him, I’m wanting his lips on mine. I want to taste my blood inside of his mouth, I want to know what we taste like mixed together and if that concoction is as addictive as I think it would be.

“You want to kiss me, demon?” He asks with that devilish smirk.

“You sound fucking insane, Raiden.” I pant. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His eyes stay trained on my mouth and I watch as his twists up into a delicious grin. I want that mouth even though I shouldn’t.

I lick my lips, hoping, anticipating he gives me exactly what I’m craving. He shoves himself up off the bed and tosses the knife beside my head.

“I don’t kiss.” He states and starts for the door.

“Why not?”

That’s what I ask right now? Why not?

“Because it gives females hope for something they’ll never have.” He looks at me over his shoulder. “I can never keep them for long.”

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