Page 20 of Slaying for Santa

When I was doing that… fucking her throat with such brutality, I felt so fucking high. So powerful. I fucking loved hurting her like that, and it only confirms what I’ve suspected for a long time.

I’m a fucking sadist.

"Are you alright?” I rasp, breaking the silence.

“I’m amazing.” She practically purrs, and in my periphery, I see her turn her head my way, so I do the same, locking eyes with her.

Fuck… what a sight she is.

“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, staring down at her as I trail my finger over the ink on her décolletage, tracing the scars underneath.

She stiffens a little, but doesn’t stop me, so I lower my head and dart my tongue out, tasting the salt on her skin as I lick over a few of the raised imperfections.

But fuck. They are perfect to me.

“Kit,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

Lifting my head, I find her eyes and the flash of uncertainty in them.

“I’m enjoying your body,” I say even as I glide my fingers down to her pebbled nipple and tug on the piercing.

Her lips part as a faint breath escapes her, so I shift down and wrap my lips over it, sucking her into my mouth as my tongue swirls over the peak and the skull heads on the barbell.

Bell’s back arches as she moans, her hand fisting in my hair, holding me to her chest.

“I’m confused,” she breathes, so I pop her nipple free and raise a questioning brow.

“About what?”

“I gave you what you wanted. Something you’d only ever dreamed of doing, and now you’re…” she trails off, frowning.

“You gave me one thing, but we haven’t fucked yet, so we are nowhere near done, Belladonna.”

Her fist tightens in my hair painfully as she curls her lip. “Call me that again, and we are done here.”

“You called me Kitty Kat before,” I snap.

“It’s a fucking pet name, Kit. I don’t use the name of the thing you used to kill your parents.”

She has a point, and while I normally like getting a rise out of her, I don’t really want to hurt her emotionally.

“Apologies, Bellicent. I promise not to call you that again.”

Her eyes narrow. “I haven’t given you permission to call me that either.”

I scoff, pinching her nipple between my fingers until she hisses from the pain. “I don’t need permission to call you by your real name. Especially when you are inmybedroom.”

Her hand loosens in my hair, and her gaze drops. “No one calls me Bellicent.”

“That’s because no one knows your real name. Well… besides my sister.”

“We don’t have to do this.” She waves a hand between us.

“What? Talk?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

My eyes narrow as I sit up. “Why the fuck not?”