Page 28 of Blood of the Saints

The freedom.

The thrill.

The dangerous need for something you know you shouldn’t want.

“Fuck. You.” She spits at me, but it only causes me to laugh more.

“I’ll let you someday, darling. At least take me on a date before you try to jump my bones. Geez.” I laugh, but she just glares at me with those sharp blue eyes. She wants to bash my skull in so bad, and I think it turns me on even more how much she hates me.

How much she hates not being the one in control.

How much she hates that she’s attracted to me.

A dark laugh escapes her, and she lowers her head meeting my gaze with devious eyes. “When I get out of here, and I will, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’ll get railed so damn hard you’ll see stars. You’re going to be pleading for me. Begging on your knees for me and I’ll just laugh in your face while I cart your ass off to prison. Because that’s the only way I’ll fuck you. Ripping you away from Ace and Theon. Ruining your little games. Fucking you over will be one of my greatest victories.”

Her words are like ice in my veins. She’s threatening my family. My only family.

A low growl leaves my lips and I lurch for her, grabbing her by the throat, squeezing it hard. I should’ve snapped her neck earlier. End her like I’ve ended many other countless lives before her. It wouldn't phase me. It never does anymore. After the first kill, it got easier. It’s become alluring—enjoyable. Something I look forward to.

A cold smile crosses her lips and I realize what she’s doing. She wanted to see me crack—to see what it would take to make me lose my cool.

She’s taunting me.

Releasing her throat, I back away, watching her inhale mouthfuls of air. I put my mask back on and give her a big grin as I pull the knife from my pocket. Her eyes drop to the blade and her eyes widen.

Not so big and tough now, are you? Damn, I love messing with her way too much. This is bad. The way she makes my heart pump faster in my chest. The way she’s making me feel that thrill again. The spark that I thought was dead inside me.

I don’t doubt that she was telling the truth when she said she’d fuck me. I’m just not sure it’s going to go the way she thinks.Hell, I might already be fucked.

Looking into her eyes, I flip the blade in the air catching the handle in the palm of my hand. “This is my favorite blade. Ace gave it to me when we were younger. Sharp, great equilibrium, and it slides into skin like butter.”

“Why don’t you let me test that out to see if that’s true?” She cocks her head to the side, shrugging as best as she can. Her perfectly pink lips pull into a smirk. That mouth of hers is going to get her into trouble.

“All in good time, darling.” Her eyes widen at my statement. She has no idea that I’m being serious. The pain, the blood. All of it would feel even better by her hands. “But let’s get to it. I didn’t come down here for you to seduce me...this time.” I give her a wink, and she scoffs, throwing me a scowl.

“As much fun as I would have watching you bleed for me, I’ll give you another chance to make this easy on yourself. You gonna answer our questions so we can get this over with?”

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything. Just let me go, please. Please.” She bats her eyelashes and whimpers at me. I’m stunned by her reaction, but she quickly bursts out in laughter. “Have I given you the impression that I’ll make anything easy?” Her grin covers her face as I approach her, bringing the blade to her cheek. I narrow my eyes on her as I pull myself back together. She really knows how to get under someone's skin.

“Oh, Zamira. You’re going to regret that decision. I might be the fun one, the easy-going loon, the one that’s funny and down for a good time. But when I play, I like it rough. Should I give you a safe word? You want that?” I press the blade to her chest and drag it down, slowly circling it over the fabric of the lace covering her breasts. Her breath hitches, her nipples pebbling as I press it harder into the material.

“Do your best. I’m sure I’ve had it worse.”

Hmm, interesting.Who hurt you, darling?Surely they weren’t worse than the three men in this house that live and breathe for bloodshed.

Her breath hitches as I move the blade down, slowly dragging it to her belly button. Instinctively she sucks in her beautifully smooth stomach as goosebumps erupt over her body.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you. I might keep you as my little toy forever.” I bring the blade to her neck and lean into her body, whispering in her ear, “Your blood will be mine. Every last drop. Each whimper and cry will be mine.Youwill be mine, darling.”

She refuses to say anything else as I pull back from her ear, pressing the blade further into her neck until it pierces her skin. A drop of blood trickles down from the cut, falling in the valley between her breasts and down her stomach.

So. Fucking. Gorgeous.

I want to keep her blood on my blade so I can savor it later.

I slip the blade back into my pocket, never taking my eyes off her. Bringing my index finger to her neck, I press deep into the cut. A hiss escapes her lips while she tries to shift away but I keep her in place. Swiping up the blood, I smear red across her skin.

My cock is about to explode with how fucking stunning she is. It’s pressing so hard against these sweats I’m sure she can see the bulge ready to spring free.

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