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Air whooshes out of her lungs at the first cut on her ass. I break her skin a second time, running a thin line parallel to the first.

“Such a good girl.” I bend to lick both gashes, to suck on her blood. The taste of iron andherwould’ve brought me to my knees if I weren’t already on them. “I could go on and on.” Needing the other cheek to be just as pretty, I slice two parallel lines there, too. “Weave endless cuts into your ass. Your thighs.”

Her blood runs down her thighs, and I devour those fresh wounds.

“Oh God.” She’s crying, her voice choked. She isn’t mourning her professor that’s right there next to us. Not her friend that I murdered without a hint of remorse. She’s crying for me. For what I’m doing to her. “Kaleb. I…I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know how I feel. Help me.”

This incoherent blabbering. Her trembling thighs. Her clenching ass. She needs to come. Bad.

“You see.” I flip the knife closed. Shove it into my jeans pocket. Push her face to the floor.

She blinks, staring right at me, though a part of her isn’t fully present. Floating looks so good on her. “See what?”

“That you lied.” When I look at her, I see pain and lust. Blood and need. She’s a work of art. A filthy angel made for me. Mine. All mine. “You don’t want me to leave. You never did.”

Her eyelashes flutter. She’s in too deep. Aches for me too badly. “Yes.”

“Yes, you do. Just as much as I need you.” I sit up, my mouth opening to latch onto the gash that bleeds the most. I gather her blood in my mouth, only this time, I don’t swallow.

“Oh. Oh,” she groans. I bury my fingers in her hips, pushing them up. Spreading her ass cheeks to have better access to her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

She starts making feral sounds when I have my lips on her cunt. Groans and moans fill my ears as I lick her hole, painting it red with her blood. I shove her ass up even higher, spreading her lips and finding her clit.

“Pretty little thing. Such a pretty slut for me,” I hum, sending Shiloh into another round of soft curses and needy sounds.

Her clit is taut against my tongue. She’s the first one I’ve licked, and I study her. I remember what my fingers did to make her come, and I repeat the motions with my tongue. Taste her. Flick it on her clit. Flatten my tongue and run it over her pussy, over and over and over and over again.

It’s pure bliss to elicit such visceral reactions from her.

My heart is in my goddamn throat.

From being this close to her, having my mouth on her, and pleasing her. Getting off on those little sounds and her arousal on my lips.

It’s bliss I don’t deserve. One I’m taking, anyway.

I’m hard to the point of pain. Of agony. This is the worst torture. The sweetest one.

“Kaleb.” She bangs her fist on my hoodie. “Kaleb. Please. More.”

My fantasies are sick and fucked-up. I’m done holding back on them. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

Her hesitation earns her a punishment. I remove my lips from where she needs me the most.

“I’m your slut.” Rage bleeds through her voice.

“And?” I grab her ass, teasing her cunt with my thumbs. A gentle touch that does nothing for her, nothing at all.

Tears of frustration flow down her cheeks as she presses her ass to me. “I want you here. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me filthy and ruin me. I?—”

She doesn’t get to finish because I’m already between her thighs, sucking her clit. Since I’ve never done that before, I’m working on pure instinct.

I know, I justknowthat she’s into it.

Because she’s my person.

Because she wants me to hurt her. She gets off on pain. On humiliation.

With my mouth pressed to her cunt and my mouth making her cry out in pain, I’m giving it to her.