Make her bleed, p.20
Make Her Bleed, page 20
"Please," she begs.
I'll never get sick of how that word sounds coming off her lips. "Impatient, aren't we?"
I grab the knife and cut off the silk tie I used to bind her arms together before setting it off to the side. I lean over her as she whimpers for me.
"You still haven't fucked me."
"In due time. I still have a lot I want to do to you before then," I say before kissing down her neck, tasting the salt of her tears and her sweet natural scent.
Fuck. I could get drunk off of her.
I pull back to get back to work, but find she has the knife now pressed to my throat, determination in her ever-changing pupils.
This is a twist I didn't see coming. I'm so turned on by it that I let her play this out. Is she going to run? Is this her master plan of escape? Hold a knife to my throat. She knows I'm not afraid to die. I've been dead on the inside longer than she's been alive.
She presses the knife harder against my neck, pushing me back until my back hits the bed and she straddles my waist.
Hmm. Maybe this woman really is going to be the death of me. Seems fitting.
Instead of slicing into my neck and running, she works at my belt with one hand, roughly pushing the denim and leather out of her way to get at my cock.
"I don't give a fuck what you say," she hisses at me as she pulls out my dick, pressing it into her pussy. She moans out loud as she presses the knife harder against my neck. "Oh, my God. Your cock feels so good. I need it so bad. Let me have this before I lose my mind."
She's such a bad girl, and I love it. This is fucking everything.
I rip the knife from her hand, cutting into my neck, but the pain is nothing compared to her pussy around my cock. My lips crash into hers as I flip us over and pin her below me, the mattress forming below her.
"You have an affinity for knives, don't you?" I groan as I fuck her hard, driving her into the bed. She meets me thrust for thrust as I run the blade down her perfect tits, her pebbling pink nipples calling to me.
"Oh, fuck! So do you."
"I like cutting your skin and watching the blood trickle across your flesh, reminding me of your fiery hair. I like how your blood tastes, bittersweet and perfect."
I throw her legs on my shoulders as I go even deeper. Sliding my blade against her skin, I barely draw blood, just a few drops.
"Yes!"
Is she saying that to my cock or me cutting her?
I put down the knife and rub the blood into her skin, her alabaster skin taking on a pink tone. I'm addicted to it. I take the last drop of blood with my finger and bring it up to her mouth. She doesn't hesitate for a moment, taking my finger into her mouth.
She moans and whimpers on my finger as she continues to suck it like a small cock in her mouth. I ram my cock in time with the pace she does on my finger. When she speeds up, so do I.
I go by her pace and to be following her is euphoric beyond belief.
I chase the high, the great abyss waiting for us at the other end of the tunnel. It's right there. I can practically taste it.
I take my fingers from her mouth and slam my lips against hers as she claws at my body. Her nails dig into my skin until my blood coats our bodies.
I peek my head into my bathroom, watching Aria as she soaks in the tub, like she doesn't have a single care in the world.
Like I suspected would happen, her body is covered in bruises and cuts from our hours of play time. I don't regret it at all and she doesn't seem to either, but I know it's just a matter of time before her mind starts to interfere again.
Aria and her fucking morals will be the death of me.
"We have a few hours until our guests arrive," I say, which gets her attention.
Her eyes flash open and she looks at me, her vibrant red locks piled on top of her head like a bohemian headdress.
"Oh, yeah?"
"You should get some rest. I'll bring you some food. What do you want?" I ask though the voice in the back of my head screams to make her go back to the strict diet I had her on, but I know I need to show her some leniency or she's likely to rebel in some way.
That's the last thing either of us wants.
"Doesn't matter. Whatever you want to make is fine. I'm getting all pruny anyway." Aria stands out of the water, the drops trickling down like a waterfall, her flushed skin calling to me.
She may not actively be trying to seduce, but it doesn't have to be intentional to be effective. Something she inherited from her mother.
Lillian had a natural allure to most of the boys and young men in Royal City. Everyone watched her, almost bordering on stalking. As her brother, it felt like my duty to shield her, but the protection morphed into something else. Something dark even before Teigan.
I'd watch her all the time. I put cameras in her room and her bathroom. The justification I gave myself was that if someone tried to hurt her or broke into the house I'd have video evidence to take to the cops. That wasn't the real reason. I wanted to watch her like a hawk.
I especially loved when I'd turn the camera on and she was touching herself. Every once in a while, I'd catch her slipping up, and she'd moan my name.
To say that I never fucked her until recently would be a lie. I didn't force her until recent times but Lillian had every now and again loved my dick … usually,
I race out of the bathroom, not wanting Aria to see the look on my face when I think of her mother like that.
I head down the stairs as the memories hit me.
That first time I was only thirteen, her sixteen. Lillian was on a weird concoction of antibiotics and pain pills from an abscess in her mouth. She crawled right into my bed under the disillusion that she didn't want to be alone.
Biggest crock of bullshit ever.
I was half asleep nursing a broken arm and broken leg, classic football injuries. I didn't even realize that she was pulling down my pants until my cock was down her throat. I had no clue what was happening or why it was happening. I couldn't move and I tried to tell her no, but she kept telling me to be quiet then she kissed me to keep me silent as she took my dick inside her.
I hate thinking about it. The other times I can think about and go about my day like nothing is wrong, but that first time … it makes me want to kill Lillian. That was the moment she stopped being my sister.
I shake the thought away and start cooking. It's simple, just noodles and a grilled cheese sandwich, but after her strict diet, I'm sure Aria won't mind at all.
After thinking of that night with Lillian, I'm not capable of much else.
I carry the plate up to my room and find Aria in bed, combing her fingers through her hair.
"Here you go, princess," I say as I sit the plate on the bedside table next to her.
"Thanks." She gives me a small smile and grabs the grilled cheese before taking a small bite.
Aria is nothing like Lillian. They look alike, but they couldn't possibly be more different in the ways that count. Even after everything I've done, Aria is kind and gentle yet strong and protective.
She's perfection in a sexy little package.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ARIA
"Don't worry about the rules tonight," Kai says as he buttons up the back of the white dress he gave me to wear.
I was surprised he let me nap and didn't try to get me to do other things. If anything, he seems…softer since our time in his playroom. He's not so demanding or callous. He asked me what I wanted to eat for fuck sake.
If I didn't already know how psychotic he can be, I might be able to fall in love with him, but such is life.
"Really?" Is he serious about no rules?
"You get a free pass … on one condition," he offers as he adjusts the neckline of my dress, his fingers drifting down to my breasts.
Horny bastard.
"What's the condition?" I press breathlessly as he trails kisses along my neck, stopping at my ear.
"That you let me eat my favorite dessert," he rasps like he's drunk on me.
His favorite dessert. I know exactly what he's referring to. My pussy. I wonder if this will be a normal thing, him bartering with me to eat me out.
"I think we can work something out."
His tongue runs along the shell of my ear as he growls to get his point across. He's downright primal in his desires.
"Tonight. You can't back out of it."
That's true. I can't ever back out of anything where Kai is concerned.
"What? Do you really think I'll be that mad at you after whatever happens tonight?" I ask, laughing, as I turn to him.
His expression is so serious. "You're definitely going to hate me. No doubt about that."
"Kai, you couldn't make me hate you by shoving a pipe up my ass or threatening me with a knife. I doubt anything could make me hate you. Who knows? Maybe I'm just … defective." I shrug nonchalantly.
"You're not defective," he says as he presses my body against the wall with his own, holding me hostage with his strength.
"Then, why can't I make myself hate you no matter how much I want to and know I should?" I ask, afraid of the answer. My breath shakes as he leans into me, running his nose along my neck. I think he's smelling me but I can't be certain. Either way, this feels good.
"How long … have you loved me?" he presses as his fingers tease the hem of my dress, his callous digits caressing my knees.
"I can't remember." I told him I loved him once. He was so important to me when I was a little girl. Maybe only my dad mattered more than him, but then Kai left and I hated that he was gone. There were times where I'd beg my dad to call Kai so I could talk to him, but there was always an excuse for not doing it. I don't remember when I started loving him. Maybe I was a baby? He's always been there.
"When you were a little girl?" he presses as his hard cock rubs against my aching pussy, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"Probably longer," I admit as a moan falls from my lips.
"You've loved me your whole life?" He kisses down my neck, sinking his tongue into my cleavage.
"Yes," I admit as a moan falls from my lips, my arms wrapping around his neck.
"Maybe you were born to love me," he whispers as he lifts me up his body, throwing my legs around his waist.
"Kai," I whimper his name as I pull his face to mine and kiss him.
Maybe his plan with the conversation was to seduce me. Maybe it wasn't, but either way I want him.
Let me be sick and twisted right now.
"I want you … right now," I mutter as I bite his lip, moaning. "Make me yours."
"You're already mine, princess. Let me remind you." With those final words, he rips off my panties and takes me right there against the wall. Never before have I ever been fucked so raw, so powerfully.
My pussy is tender, but I like the pain, knowing it comes from consensual, kinky sex. The pain he delivers intensifies the experience until I'm a hot, wet mess, screaming for more.
I stand by the kitchen table and smile as Nico walks in.
"The Cookie Fairy has arrived!" I smile when he laughs at my joke.
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"I highly doubt she will," Dax says as he walks in. "It's fitting."
I rush over and hug him, so glad to see any of the guys. I know this is the last time I'll see them for a long time, if ever. I don't want to take it for granted.
"Woah, momma. Am I dying or something?" Dax jokes.
"No." I laugh and smile as I pull away. "I'm just glad to see you guys. My rules have been lifted for the evening, which means lots of hugs and hopefully lots of red velvet cookies," I tease at Nico.
"I came prepared!" Nico holds up the container full of cookies and probably other baked goods.
"Rowe and Knox are behind schedule. Knox's sister had a relapse and Rowe is helping contain her before she starts streaking and scaring the neighbors."
My eyes widen at Dax's explanation, but Kai just nods beside me.
"Um, what? I am so lost. What happened to Knox's sister?" I ask, looking between the three faces.
"Knox's whole family is a bunch of wackos. He's the only sane one. His sister has a cocktail of psych diagnoses and the only thing that keeps her out of the hospital is staying on her meds. When she's off…let's just say it's not pretty. Turns out, she stopped taking her meds a few days ago and they're waiting for the ambulance to arrive." Nico doesn't sugarcoat it at all.
Poor Knox. That sucks. It must be so hard living in a family where he's the only one with his head above water.
"I need to head out for a bit. Don't cause too much trouble," Kai warns.
I will never stop being a sassy little bitch. "Oh, please! When do I ever cause trouble?"
Nico and Dax laugh while Kai scolds me with his eyes.
"It's not my fault trouble seems to find me. Plus, what kind of trouble can I get into in this big house with four handsome bodyguards and no rules?" I lift my eyebrow at Kai in a challenge.
"Don't make me regret that deal," he warns.
"If you back out, I back out."
His iconic glare resurfaces. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, yes, I would. I'm petty like that," I sass quite dramatically.
Kai walks right up to me and catches me off guard by kissing me passionately before leaning down to my ear. My heart may be racing out of my chest, but I don't miss the words he says. "There's a reason I fucked you until your pussy swelled up. It's so you can't fuck them." With that, he steps away from me, my eyes wide as saucers.
"You bastard!"
Kai throws his head back laughing as he saunters out of the kitchen, most likely heading for the front door.
"What was that?" Dax asks as I turn to him, seeing his suspicious expression.
"What was what?"
"You just kissed Kai of all people," Nico grimaces.
"No, I didn't. He kissed me."
"But, you kissed him back," Dax adds.
Did I? Am I losing my damn mind? I've been having fun with Malakai Harris, my captor, the man who has tortured me. Is he … brainwashing me?
"It's been a very weird day. He drugged me earlier so there's that," I grumble as Nico sits the foil-covered platter on the counter.
"He drugged you?" Nico gapes.
"Well, shit. I'm usually the one drugging girls," Dax jokes, but it's not funny at all.
What the fuck? Drugging girls? After everything that happened with his mom and Dax is involved with shit like that?
"Calm down, mi amor." Nico grabs my hand with understanding in his eyes. "Dax gives the girls Kai brings here stuff so they'll forget and won't feel pain. Kai has no idea," Nico whispers in my ear softly.
That's a relief. I started thinking that I hadn't just screwed one psycho, but two. Good thing Dax isn't as insane as Kai.
"He just thinks I give them molly, which isn't a lie. MDMA is a key ingredient." Dax whispers in my other ear, flashing a bright smile at me as Nico pulls back the foil from his platter of delicious pastries and cookies.
The question swirls around in my mind on an endless loop. How the hell does Dax know how to manufacture a drug? His mom was a prostitute, but that doesn't necessarily involve drugs and his mom died years ago. It's possible that he does drugs, but doing drugs is different from making them.
And like that, I'm worried about him and what might be going on with him.
I hear the front door open and the quiet sound of whispers followed by laughter that's music to my ears.
It can't be Kai. It's too soon which means …
"Hey," Rowe and Knox say at the same time.
A big grin spreads across my face at the sight of them. Now everything is perfect. I walk over to Knox and give him a big hug, a smile spreading across my face so big my cheeks hurt.
"Thank you for what you did last night," I whisper in his ear as he squeezes me back.
"You don't need to thank me, babe. None of us would let him do something like that to you."
Knox's words remind me of when him, Dax, and Nico stood between me and Kai's gun to protect me, completely sure that Kai wanted to kill me right there. There was only one person that didn't move to protect me. Whether Kai planned to kill me or not doesn't matter. What hurts the most, even though we're on good terms now, is that Rowe would've let Kai do that. He sat by when Kai held a gun in his hands, looking at me like he wanted to hurt me.
I know in my heart if it was someone else holding the gun, Kai would've protected me, but not Rowe.
Rowe threatened to kill Kai if he ever put me in the hospital again. I guess that only counts if Rowe isn't mad at me.
I've never been the kind of girl who wants someone to save them and yet it's like a knife twists in my chest anytime I think about that moment when Rowe didn't step up to help.
I push the thought down because I know Rowe feels bad about what he did or didn't do.
I release Knox and throw my arms around Rowe, his strong biceps tightening around my frame.
"Am I allowed to hug you, darling?"
Instead of answering immediately, I run my fingers through his hair, committing the sensation to memory.
Who knows if I'll ever get to be in Rowe's arms again?
I pull away before saying, "No rules tonight and tomorrow is my birthday so we're celebrating!" I cheer and hurry over to the kitchen cabinet I know houses a mass amount of liquor.
"If you pull out the tequila, Nico will make you drink it the right way," Dax warns.
"There's a wrong way?" I laugh.
"Lime and salt is the only way. I'm Puerto Rican. We only drink tequila properly," Nico says defensively.
“Noted." I pull out a bottle of rum but then I second guess it. "Can you actually do shots that aren't tequila?" I ask.
"Please. You can do shots of any kind of alcohol, babe," Knox answers.
I pull out five shot glasses and fill each one before handing them out. I hold up my shot with a big smile on my face, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
"No matter what happens tonight, you guys are awesome. I wouldn't have made it through all this crap without you."
Nico and Knox blush at my words, but Dax and Rowe just stare at me, their expressions unreadable.
