Page 102 of Make Me Bleed

“Stay.”

He pouts—literally. He juts his bottom lip out, and if I wasn’t lying on top of him, he’d probably cross his arms over his chest. “Peris…”

“What?” I ask, knowing I’m teasing him.

“Please,” he begs, andoh, do I love it when he does that.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Please, what?”

Abel’s eyes narrow in the soft morning light as it glows through the cracks in the blinds. “Fuck me. Now.”

“Someone’s being demanding,” Itsk.

“Maybe because I’m not being taken care of properly.”

That makes my hackles rise. “Don’t be a fucking brat, Abel.”

He raises that signature brow, lips pursed. “Who says I’m being a brat?”

I stare down at him, chest heaving as I pant through the pain of imagining him with anyone else…

“You little…” I slam my mouth onto his, all teeth as I gnash them onto his bottom lip until I taste blood. Abel gasps, which morphs into a cry as I chew into his skin.

“Peris,” he tries to say through my hold on him, but I don’t let him go. I’m not through with him yet.

I keep biting until I feel the skin give way and my teeth sink into flesh deeper than they ever have before. Abel cries out, and I think I even hear tears splashing down onto the pillows below. But I’m not sure—all Icanbe sure of is Abel’s blood in my mouth, how hard my dick is because of it, and the fact that Abel is rubbing up against me incessantly.

I release his lip with a gasp and bury my face in his throat, smearing blood across his skin. Swiping my fingers over my mouth, I reach down between us and circle his hole with his blood, nearly coming on the spot imagining his pussy pink with blood…

“Jesus fucking Christ, puppy,” I mutter against his flesh as I try to stave off my own orgasm just fromthinkingit. But I have to see it.

Abel’s panting helplessly as I pull away to stare down at him.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He does without argument, and that makes my chest squeeze. I tap his right knee gently. “Wider.” Then, I drag my hands down the scarred flesh of his inner thighs as he spreads them around my hips and locks his ankles around my ass.

I trace a few of his warped smileys just for my own pleasure as I wait for him to get settled. “Comfortable?”

“Would be more comfortable on your dick,” he snaps, and I smirk back at him, elated.

“Wonderful you said that. I want you to reach down and spread your cheeks for me.”

“What?” he squawks, face red.

I roll my eyes and feign annoyance. “We’ve been through this before, runt, as I’m sure you remember. I want to see your pussy.”

“Jesus Christ…” he stutters, face blooming even hotter, and I revel in his obvious discomfort. It’s just as good as the first time.

The only difference is now…

Now, I love the boy lying beneath me. I no longer hate him and everything he stands for and if that’s not the biggest mind fuck of all.

Abel, like the good boy I know he really is, reaches down on either side of his spread legs and grabs the bottom of his ass cheeks in a tight grip and slowly begins to spread them. His stomach muscles are contracted, making his abs roll with the movement, and I watch every bit of him, transfixed.

“That’s it, puppy. Perfect,” I rasp as more of him is exposed to the softening light.

“I’m not fucking perfect,” he snaps, and I reach out to wrap my fingers around his throat, cutting him off in an instant,

“You are if I say you are, do you understand me, runt?” When Abel doesn’t say anything, I squeeze a little tighter. “Hmm?”