Page 76 of Heathens

“Why should I?” I breathe. “You’re not just a criminal, you’re a literal predator.”

Dominic hums, dragging the tip of the blade across my throat and down my sternum. A small, warm trickle of blood runs down my chest and a half-nervous smile spreads across my face.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I try to keep my voice steady.

“Not when it comes to you,” he rumbles.

My pulse races as beads of sweat form on my upper lip, but something keeps me from running, holding me in place.

“You know why I like you so much, Sofie? Because you’re always so prepared.”

I feel warm air brush against my skin as he takes a step back.

When I turn around, he hands the knife to me before he unbuttons his shirt and looks down at his heaving chest. His finger traces a blank spot of skin underneath his collarbone that his tattoos haven’t touched.

“Is that silver?” He asks, flicking his head toward the knife.

His eyes grow wilder with each passing second, and I’m clenching every muscle in my body.

“Yes.”

Dominic snatches my wrist and pulls me close to him, forcing me to press the tip of the blade into his skin. It sizzles and I smell burning flesh as he snarls in pain and forces me to drive it deeper. It’s hurting him, but he likes it. I think I do too.

“You’re going to use this knife the way I tell you to.” He pushes it deeper and smiles at me.

I can only nod. There’s something about seeing him on the razor’s edge that puts me right back in the feeding room, watching him crawl toward me.

He rips the knife out of my grasp and drags the blade across his palm before thrusting it back into my hand. I blink, standing on wobbly legs as he holds his hand inches from my face, opening it to reveal a deep cut in his palm. He lowers it slowly, intently, until he reaches his cock. He begins to stroke himself, slowly and methodically covering it in blood. Heat floods my body, and my nerves are on fire. Dominic glances down at his cock, smearing blood and precum around as it drips from the tip.

“Kneel. And clean me off,” he orders, his voice so gentle I’m almost shocked by it.

Vampire blood alone won’t turn a human. You have to be on the verge of death for it to work. Still, fear gathers at the base of my throat.

I drop to my knees, tasting metal as I swirl my tongue around the tip. A soft, sultry rumble fills my ears as my eyes slide shut. He grabs my hair and forces his cock deeper down my throat, a buzzing sensation gathering at the back of my skull as he snarls above me.

He hits the back of my throat as his hips buck. I’m choking, tears pricking my eyes and then rolling down my face. I can feel blood and saliva leaking out of my mouth and dribbling down my chin as he uses me like a toy. Each thrust is more brutal than the last and the noises he’s making are glorious, better than any music I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck yourself with the knife,” he orders. “Be my good girl.”

My eyes meet his, and he smiles, malicious intent painting his features. The look on his face makes me ache for his cock; for the power he has over me. I spread my legs a little wider, teasing my clit with the knife handle as he drives his cock deeper down my throat. He’s got me right where he wants me, my hair clutched in his fist, completely at his mercy.

I slide the handle into my pussy and thrust it deep inside of me, gripping the blade. I don’t care about anything other than how good this feels. The sharp edges slice into my palm and fingers, but I feel nothing but pleasure as I hit my G-spot over and over again, pushing me to the brink faster than I thought.

Dominic purrs when I let out a choked whine, holding my face against his pelvis as his cock pulses in my throat. I can’t get enough air, but I don’t give a shit. Waves of pleasure threaten to knock me over and I’m driving the handle harder and harder; faster and faster until I’m teetering on the edge.

Heat creeps down my neck, down my shoulders, flooding my chest and I gaze up at him, watching a smile eclipse his face.

“Come for me,” he breathes.

It’s all the permission I need, and my pussy flutters around the handle as I’m rocked by an overwhelming climax. Dominic doesn’t wait for me to come down from my high. He pulls me back by the hair, relishing my gasps for breath as the knife clatters to the ground.

He tugs me to my feet, and I stumble backward the second he releases me. I lift my head and check the wound on my palm, compelled in a moment of pique to taste myself. I can’t taste any of the notes he’d mentioned, but there’s something so compelling in how disgusting the act is. We match now. Just like in the alleyway, I stick my tongue out, offering him blood like communion wine. This time, he gives in, his movements so desperate that his fang knicks my tongue and I wince.

Dominic pulls back slightly, an appreciative smile on his face, and I take the moment to dip my head and clean the wound hemade in his own chest. My throat tightens as I lap at his wound. I haven’t given myself enough time to recover and my lungs are barely able to get the air that they need, but I don’t care. I feel like his little apprentice, relishing my newfound bestial nature.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers.

When I look up, his eyes have lost their golden hue, all soft and calm again. He’s back in the driver’s seat. I stifle a laugh and lift my head, his blood smeared on my mouth.

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