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"If you can get wet like that, you're not dying," he says. He pushes it back inside me. "You need to stop whining like a little brat."

My eyes flutter closed, and I let them while he fucks me with the thing I'm pretty sure killed me regardless of what he says. And god damn it…what the fuck is wrong with me because it feels so good. I let my legs fall open, giving into it.

"There you go," he says. "Finally being a good girl for me. You're mine, Teagan. In every way that matters, you're mine. Your mind, your body, this pussy. Even when you're his, you're mine. You won't leave me…because even then, you'll still be mine. I will never let you go."

"I'm gonna…" I start. "I'm gonna pass out."

"No…you're going to come," he says. "And it's going to be so fucking hard…maybe then you'll pass out."

I think he's right, though. I am going to come. Even though I'm seeing spots when I open my eyes, I can feel it—that tightening in my lower belly, the delicious tension threatening to unravel. I grab a handful of his t-shirt with what little strength I have left.

"Declan…" I whimper. He thrusts the knife into me hard, swirling the end inside my pussy, and I scream again as I clench around it. "Ahhhh!"

"Look at you," he says. "You're still coming, aren't you, you little brat? You should know that even if you do pass out, I'm still going to use this body however I want. I've never been this hard before. My cock is dripping for you."

"Declan, I can't…" I can't even get the words out. But I can't take any more. I'm still writhing against the knife while he moves it just slightly inside of me, and my eyes are so heavy, I can barely open them. "Oh, god."

I almost cry with relief when he finally pulls it out. My entire body goes limp on the floor.

"Help me," I say.

It comes out as a whisper—something barely above a breath. I feel his hands on me, brushing my hair away from my face.

"I am helping you." He straddles me, kneeling over my chest, stroking his rock-hard cock in his hand while he looks down at my bloodied body. "Open that mouth of yours, Teagan," he says. "Let me come in it."

I let my mouth fall open and feel his cock push past my lips and into my mouth.

"Mmm…just like that, baby," he says. "Suck on it, Teagan. Suck me dry."

He holds my head in place while he thrusts in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I feel tears running down my face while I choke, incapable of controlling my breathing.

I'm in and out of consciousness for I don't know how long while he fucks me, while he groans, his breath labored while he praises me, threatens me.

And then, he comes, pushing his cock as deep as it will go. It jerks in my mouth while his cum coats the back of my throat, I swallow hard, desperate for air.

Now. Now I'll pass out.

He pulls his dick out and lies beside me on the floor.

"I told you I was a psychopath, sweetheart," he says. "I told you that you were mine, too. I want you to remember both of those things…every time you look at this."

I feel pressure against my chest that makes me think maybe he digs his fingers into the open wound, but I can't feel pain there anymore.

"You hurt my feelings, too. Idohave feelings."

I can't respond. I can't even think, so I don't say whatever smartass reply I'd come up with if I were physically capable of words. He leans in and kisses me on the lips, then next to my ear, and in my delirious state, I swear I hear him whisper,"I love you, Teagan."

But I have to be wrong. Because there's no way he said that.

His presence leaves my side, and I hear the doorknob turn. Inside my head, I panic—he's really going to leave me here to bleed out. I really can't move. Does he not realize that? Does he think I'm faking?

"Take care of that," I hear him say.

I hear a gasp from somewhere near my body. "Declan…" River says. "What did you do?"

I don't hear his reply, but suddenly, she's at my side.

"This is too deep!" she says, pressing a towel to my chest. "There's too much blood. She needs to go to the hospital—she needs stitches."