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Her lips fold in; I’m sure her mind races with what ifs and the self-control is eating her from the inside.
“You won’t hurt me. It would hurt me if you didn’t do it.” I lower the cold blade to my skin. “I mark you all the time.”
“That’s different,” she rushes out breathless. Still not taking her eyes off my chest.
“Don’t think.” I dig it into my skin. “Just do.” Because if it’s anyone's scar that I would rather see.
It's hers.
The only one I’d ever want.
Anita releases a shaky breath, her body shifting as her fingers flex around the grip handle. It only turns me on more to see her battling her demons, wondering which way to go.
Then a burning tingle stings on my old wound. I glance at her, my heart punching against my ribs. Her eyes are slightly widened, her lips parted in fervor.
I let out a satisfying breath. “Finish what you start.”
She tugs in her bottom lip, placing her clammy hand on my chest to stabilize herself, and continues to dig into my skin with a gentle touch, carving in whatever idea she has. My left-hand reaches behind her, stroking her perfect ass as she makes her print. The sharp sting from the blade only makes my cock thicken more, and my balls fall heavy, the pain intense enough to make me cum right here.
“Make me yours, little snake.” I pant, my heart still hammering against my ribs. I slick my tongue over my teeth and on the bottom. The pain doesn't compare to when I was tortured. This sensation is indescribable, it’s fermenting, and causing the excitement to gather at the root of my belly. I squeeze her ass as she slowly traces a line down the other side, the tip of my dick jams against her thigh as more hot liquid drips from it.
Then she pauses and pulls back, lowering the knife slowly, a devilish smile curling over her lips.
I take a look at the work. My stomach ropes into knots as I see the letter ‘A’ cut on top of the longer laceration. So, whenever I look at my chest, I willalwayssee her. And remember what she’s done. Blood leaks down the gash, tickling my skin.
I slowly wrap my hand around her throat, her breath hitches from the abrupt shift.
“Good job.” I lean closer to her mouth. My lips skim delicately over hers, my breathing still hard. “Now use that pretty mouth of yours and lick it up.”
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Poison
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Ipeck a kiss on herplump lips as Anita hesitates, confused. She heard me correct.