Page 31 of Make Her Bleed
"Not necessarily," he says before I feel the blade slice through my skin.
"Ow! That hurt!" I complain before sitting up. He scoops up the blood that falls from the wound and spreads it across both my thighs, extending down my knees.
"I've gotta get you into character," he jokes drily.
"You cut me open!" I growl at him but then he gently wraps his hand around my throat, spreading the blood across my fair skin.
Okay. Maybe the whole spreading blood on me is a bit sexy and alluring but he still cut me.
"It's not my intention to break you," he starts before smearing the blood across my cheek.
What is his intention then?
I watch as he pulls his hand away from my face and lifts it to his, his eyes moving methodically up and down each finger before he sucks the blood off his thumb.
Vampires all throughout every fictional universe are probably dying of envy at this very moment. No one could possibly be as sexy as Kai is when he licksmyblood from his skin.
"Would you like a taste, princess?" he asks, extending his thumb to me streaked with my blood. "It tastes better than you'd expect."
A normal, sane woman would be disgusted by the offer but I am a bit curious. He looked like he was in heaven from the taste of the red liquid collecting on his fingers.
I stick out my tongue and take just a small taste to test it out. I expect it to taste like copper, maybe so bitter I want to puke, but it's notthatbitter. The perfect mixture of bitter and sweet.
Then, I take his thumb in my mouth, sucking and licking as a bit of foreplay. His eyes darken as I nip the tip of his thumb before releasing it with a pop of my lips.
"Not bad at all," I sass.
I know I accomplished my method of seduction even if he doesn't jump back into fucking me.
"Put on your shirt. Nothing else. I'll be right back," he mutters before he stands up and throws on his jeans. He walks out of the room and I smirk to myself.
So maybe this whole thing with Kai won't be so bad? I'm not so sure about the other guys but I thoroughly enjoy the way Malakai Harris fucks me. Maybe it's the years of experience but it's way beyond anything a guy has ever given me.
I'm tempted to defy him but I know there is the possibility that it could end badly and I don't want to anger Kai. I throw back on my shirt and it's long and baggy enough to cover halfway down my thighs when I push it down so as not to bunch it up.
Theoretically, I could walk around without my underwear on but that could be consideredasking for it.
I roll my eyes. Men are so oblivious.
I'm about to throw on my underwear as an added measure when the door flies open and Kai stalks back in.
"Alright. Showtime, princess."
Showtime? What the hell?
"Huh?"
Kai stalks over to me and grabs the back of my neck, hauling me against him. The possessiveness and determination in his eyes makes my pussy weep with need.
"You want to know who had me enact C-4 on you, right?" he presses, his tone calm but slightly intimidating.
"Yes."
"Then, you need to come downstairs, but because I don't want you to make too much of a scene"—he trails off and pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket—"I can't have you trying to make a run for it, can I?" His teasing tone is disarming, even if he's talking about my current status as his hostage. It’s almost like he’s actually making a joke, like it doesn't have any truth to it.Strange.
I reluctantly give him my wrists and he latches the handcuffs around them as tight as possible without hurting me.
He grabs the chain of the handcuffs and walks a little too fast for me.
