Page 106 of Devil's Bargain

The knife in my hand is my ticket to freedom. Jared never stirred as I snuck out and took it from the kitchen drawer. I’d rather slice his throat right now and watch him bleed out on my bed than be sold again.

I don’t understand my own desires. I love the humiliation, how it lights up my body like a firework, but the shame that follows is slowly killing me.

His eyes flutter open when I straddle his waist and press the sharp blade against his throat, watching it glint in the morning sun. It takes him a moment to catch on to what’s happening, but then he chuckles deeply and puts his big hands on my bruised hips.

Not the reaction I expected, but okay?

He strokes his thumbs over my hipbones and purrs, “Good morning!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

He lifts his head, causing the knife to nick his skin. “So kill me, little slut!” A bead of blood trails down his neck.

“I’ll do it!”

He grinds his hard cock against my bare pussy. If he shifts us slightly, he’ll be buried to the hilt inside me. And If I strike, I’ll bathe in his life essence.

“You make me so fucking hard!” he groans.

The blood is seeping into my pillow, spoiling its perfection like a drop of blood on a white rose petal.

“I hate you!”

“Do it! Slice my throat!”

I flick my eyes back up to his as he lifts my hips and guides the thick head of his cock to my throbbing entrance.

“Do it!” he whispers again.

I sink down, my lips parting on a soft moan.

“Cut me!” he growls.

I dig the knife in and get rewarded with a trickle of blood. If it hurts him, he doesn’t let on.

He flips us over, pulls the knife out of my hand, and presses it to my throat. “You should have killed me when you had the chance!”

I raise my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. “I will one day!”

“Not if I kill you first!” The blade nicks my skin, making me gasp at the sting. The fear and adrenaline do unspeakable things to my body.

The knife clatters to the floor and he ducks down, lapping up the blood. It’s smeared over his chin when he looks up at me and grabs my throat too hard. “I’m a dangerous man, little slut. Don’t play games with me!” The bed rocks against the wall with every brutal slam of his hips. “I will win every time!”

My hands fly up to his around my neck as I climax and clench around his dick. I can’t breathe. My vision is blackening.

“Good girl! Come on my cock, little slut, as I choke the life out of you!”

I continue convulsing, every muscle tensing. The orgasm goes on and on.

He comes with a grunt, and his grip loosens enough to allow me to drag in deep breaths as his sweaty body collapses on top of me. Leaning up on one elbow, he digs his fingers into my jaw and brushes his nose over mine. “I won’t stop next time. If you ever threaten me again, it’ll be the last thing you do!”

He climbs off and walks out stark naked. Soon after, the shower turns on.

I glance down at my blood-smeared chest as his cum seeps out of me. I look like roadkill. My body is littered with bruises and blood.

It started out as a simple agreement, but it has turned into something deadly and dark.

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