Page 92 of From Hell

The idea must thrill some dark part of me because while he strokes my clit, his hand weaving through my hair to hold me at his mercy, fucking me with the blunt end of the knife over and over, the pressure between my thighs intensifies until I’m shaking. The orgasm rips through me like a soul-shattering frenzy. My eyes flutter closed as my veins lace with fire, licking the edges of my sanity.

I grip the tiles and look back at Jaxon, parting my eyelids. At the sight of him behind me, my thighs clench. The urge to rub my ass on his crotch is too much. How can I still be horny?

His eyes are star-filled, glowing. “So eager, little fox.”

“Jaxon, please just fuck me,” I blurt out.

“You want my cock inside you?” I nod, and he slowly teases the knife out, the handle slick as it scrapes sharply down my inner thigh. I hear it clatter to the floor, and his belt come undone, and then I feel him…hot and hard, at my entrance. He yanks my head back, his other hand twisting my nipple until it hurts.

“Spread those beautiful legs,” he hisses. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all night.”

“You have?”

“Ever since I saw you in that goddamn dress.”

I part for him, and as he seals his lips over mine, I grind back. I’m so wet, his tip eases inside, stretching me. I’m not ready for him. I might be soaked, but the knife handle was thin, whereas Jaxon is so not. Inch by inch, he pushes inside until he’s fully inside.

“You burned that dress,” I quip back.

His teeth nip hard at my neck. “Is that why you sliced up my shirt?”

Pain mixes with pleasure as he withdraws all the way and then thrusts back in, taking me right to the edge.

“Next time, you’re naked, and I’m wearing clothes,” I breathe out, drunk on the feel of him filling me up.

“You’ll have to tie me up for that to happen, little fox.” He thrusts in deep.

And then again.

And again. Until I can’t think, let alone speak.

Stars collide across my vision, and darkness claws at the corners of my mind as the slickness between my legs coats the insides of my legs more and more. I look down. There’s bright red on my thighs, flashing like a warning sign. I’m bleeding, but it’s not my period. There’s a cut from the knife.

The sight of it excites me more than it should.

I let out a breathy moan, and he fucks me harder, yanking my head back, making me scream as I orgasm a second time. He guides me to oblivion and back as he tenses, groans, and comes too, giving one last agonizing thrust.

Jaxon pulls my head back and devours my mouth. As he does, I can feel his hot cum trailing between my legs.

I don’t care about the blood or the cut. I don’t care that he’s dressed and I’m not. I don’t care that he won’t let me share his bed. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

This is what I need.

To be punished.

I’ll cry alone tomorrow.

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JAXON

“I want you to teach me to do that,” she hisses as I clean and tend to the gash on her inner thigh. It was reckless to let myself get carried away. I want to do more, cut her deeper, scar that pretty flesh, and then fuck her hard, consume her in every way while bathed in her blood.

“Do what?”

I want her to scream while I destroy her, carving her into pieces like the bodies I left behind. And make her scream my name while I make her come harder than she ever has.

I don’t care if it hurts.