Page 25 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

She shudders before I slice her again on the other side, making the marks I’m leaving behind as symmetrical as I can. The sight of more of her blood makes me giddy. I make sure I lift the blade away from her skin before I thrust inside of her pussy, needing to feel her walls squeeze me when I slice her next.

I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t acknowledge them. I know who it is. Jessa’s eyes are locked with mine and I doubt she even hears them. She’s right here with me. Focused. Intent. Waiting.

I pull out of her slowly before filling her again, my movements sharp, fast and deep. I slice her skin again and Jessa cries out, her pussy clamping down so hard it’s hard to pull out of her again. I repeat the action again and again until I’ve left five small slashes on the tops of both breasts.

She’s already got the perfect cleavage, I just made it better.

I can feel Cameron and Brooks at my back, but I don’t give a fuck. They can watch all they want. I know Brooks will only step in if he thinks Jessa is in danger, but he also knows I’m in love with her. I’ll push her, but never too far.

Never. Her pussy is too fucking good to put what we have in jeopardy.

I put the switchblade to the side before I bring my body down over our woman. I start to pound into her hard, making her cry out every time I hit the back of her channel. I swipe my tongue along each one of her bleeding wounds, tasting her, drinking from her.

Jessa moans as her fingers tangle in my hair and she holds me in place as I lick and suck at the bleeding slashes. I’m right on edge and I can feel she is too.

“More,” she chants, each plea punctuated with moans.

I snarl, “That’s right, little slut. Beg for more. You want the pain. You crave it.”

I feel a hand snake between us and pinch her clit and I swear I lose my sense of hearing and fucking smell as I lap at her blood and she explodes underneath me. She milks me and I’m powerless, fucking powerless, against what her body clearly wants.

Me.

My spunk.

Every. Single. Ounce.

As I empty myself into her and she bucks underneath me, writhing through her own release, I keep lapping at her skin, not wanting to miss a drop of her offering.

I collapse on top of her before I take her mouth in a kiss which is more vow than vicious. She’s earned it and so much more.

We’ll give it to her. There was never another choice. Her acceptance of me and learning how her darkness dances with mine ties our souls together.

Forever.

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