Page 37 of Tempted By Blood

Jumping over the couch, I made a run for the bedroom, but he caught my ankle midair, and I came crashing down, ribs over the back end of the sofa. The impact forced the air out of my lungs, and I cried out.

“Son…of abitch.”

He dragged me down onto the bloody cushions, hand around my throat, and climbed over my body as I tried to catch my breath.

“So you’re telling me I gave you the opportunity to kill me, and you gave me a flesh wound?”

His blood dripped onto my chin, and I felt the droplets roll down my neck. “I hate you. I fucking hate you so goddamn much.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said, shaking his head.

I pressed the steel edge against his windpipe. “You don’t know anything about me. About what I’m capable of.” Beads of blood bubbled from the edge of the blade when I applied more pressure.

“Show me,” he urged, lips against my jaw as he spread my legs with his knee. “Do it.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I willed them back. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Stop. You know we can’t do this.”

“But you want to. We both do. And we already did.”

“Silas!” I hit him repeatedly with the butt of my knife. “What’s your plan? We start dating? Pretend like I don’t have a duty to a very powerful organization. Who would snuff me out the moment I stray? I don’t even know you. And if you think I’m risking my life for—”

His dick slid against my clit, and my words trailed off. It was at that moment I realized I was soaking wet.

“You were saying?”

His mouth covered my nipple, tongue working its magic against my piercing. I closed my eyes and suppressed a moan.

“You’re a bastard!” I slapped him, and he pushed inside me. My back arched instinctively at the stretch of his thick cock. “Fuck. I hate you.” Another thrust and another slap.

“The feeling is mutual, love.”

I dropped the knife as his movements increased, my hands around his bloody neck, fingers putting pressure on his wound. Silas hissed, but his smile only widened, so I clawed, drawing more blood but also catching his rhythm and meeting his thrusts. “Look at us, Leni. We’re so fucked up. That’s why this couldn’t be more perfect.”

“I’m not your girl. Won’t ever be,” I said, my voice breaking on a whimper.

“Baby, as long as you let me drown in this pussy, I couldn’t care less.” He sat up and hauled me closer, throwing one leg over his shoulder as he pumped harder, thumb strumming my clit.

Silas was right. We were fucked. So fucked. In more ways than one. This man was rutting into me, covered in blood, mine and his. And I couldn’t have been more turned on.

The way his face contorted every time he sank inside me was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. His muscles rippled, and all I wanted was to run my tongue along every curve.

When had I become this person?

“Still…going to kill…you,” I panted when both my legs were by his ears.

“Tomorrow, love. Today, this cunt is mine.”

“Never yours.”

He flipped me over and pushed my face into the cushion.

“Mine.” Silas slid inside me, and I bit the fabric when his hand snaked around my neck again. “You don’t need to say it yet. But make no mistake, I can make you.”

I wanted him to. Fuck, did I want him to.

“Pussy.”