Page 93 of Dreadful

He shakes his head and huffs a dark laugh. “You’ve never seen my worst, Talia Amoretti. But you’re right. What was I thinking? Let’s cut to the chase. Your second option will be your safe word. When I fuck your face, I’ll allow you moments to breathe. That’s when you’ll use it.”

“Like hell I will. I can handle whatever you give me.”

A slow smile creeps into a smirk. “I’m counting on it. Pick now—”

“Tulip.”

His brow furrows, and an emotion I can’t decipher flickers over his face. I don’t know what came over me to choose that word, but it’s done. Now that I’ve chosen it…it feels perfect.

“Tulip.” His voice is hoarse. “Why?”

He’s still holding me with his arm around my back, and I shrug against his hand, trying to play off the tension that’s growing thick between us.

“Because of the tulip cookies I made the first day we met.” I meant it to sound carefree and nonchalant, but my words came out as just a rough whisper as his did.

“Fine. Tulip it is.” He lets me go, and the blood flows back to my head again in pulsing waves. His cock is nearly close enough for me to bite when he must read my mind.

“Oh, and no fangs,vipera…”

“Once you’re in my mouth, you’ll be at my mercy, Sever.”

He chuckles and cold metal kisses my clit. I stop breathing entirely.

“Sever…”

“Shh, don’t worry,vipera. I’ll only use this if you use teeth. In the meantime…” He centers the cold weapon over my entrance and swipes it through my arousal. Sheer panic takes over until I realize he’s not using the blade at all. It’s just the handle.

“Breathe,dolcezza,” he murmurs.

I inhale, and the cool pearl-white handle I’ve held while taking three lives enters my pussy.

“Damn, you must be tight.” He gently sinks the weapon deeper into me, and I whimper with need. “I can’t wait to fuck you with my cock and split you wide open.”

His dirty words make me moan, spurring him on. When the handle ends and the edge of the blade begins, he stops. Exhilaration and fear swirl through my belly at the thought of getting cut with just the wrong move.

“The sharp side is positioned toward your ass, and all I have to do is push this blade”—he taps it and I inhale sharply—“and it’ll slice through this gorgeous cunt. Now I don’t want to ruin something so beautiful. But is that what you want, Tallie?”

“N-no,” I answer quickly.

“Smart girl. Normally I don’t give a shit what my victims want. I’m just as fucking confused about the way I feel right now as I am about you betraying me to get to my uncle. Believe it or not, even though I hate you for using me, I want to make us both feel good before one of us inevitably tears the other to shreds. You’ve been my obsession, and I think I’ve been yours. Although for very different reasons it would seem. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you from the moment I saw you.”

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I heard your voice…

Granted, he’s right. My obsession hasverydifferent reasons.

“So if I’m right, suck my cock like you don’t want to kill me, and maybe I’ll spare your life. But first, take my belt. It’s long, but I’ll be able to feel the movements if you use it.”

He feeds the tip of his belt into my palms, and I tug for good measure. His hand wraps around the leather and tugs back. There’s plenty of slack, so he’ll be able to move his hands freely, but if I can’t use my safe word, this will be effective in signaling that I need him to stop. Although, I don’t think I’ll want him to.

He lets go of the belt to take himself in hand and cradles my head with his other.

“Open for me,dolcezza,” he murmurs, making my chest and pussy flutter around the handle of the knife.

If we didn’t hate each other, this would almost be a sweet moment. I meet his warm caramel eyes and open my mouth before his thick cock blocks my view.

“Wider, baby. If your mouth is anything like your pussy, it’ll already be a tight fit.”

I obey and stretch my mouth to taste the crown. His length curves upward at the end, and the head dips past my teeth. As he works his shaft into my mouth, my fingers twitch around his belt. I wish I could touch him, encircle my fingers around him, but all I can do is focus on the feel of him against my tongue. Precum leaks from the tip, and I moan at the taste.