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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SELENE

I open my mouth wider, my pussy clenching as he slides the handle of the knife inside. Obeying him, I wrap my lips around it and swirl my tongue as I suck my juices from the grip. I close my eyes to savor this sensual moment between us, feeling the warmth of his blood as it continues to drip onto my neck.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slowly pulling the knife from my mouth. I open my eyes, finding his gaze on mine, darkness swirling in his deep blue irises. He stands up slightly, pulling me up into a sitting position as he takes my hand, palm up, in his. He presses the wet handle of the knife into my palm. “It’s your turn now, Selene baby.”

My breath catches in my throat, adrenaline surging through my system as he hands control over to me. I told him I would bleed for him if he would bleed for me, and he wants it just as badly as I do. It’s a different kind of blood lust, a thirst that I fear I’m never going to be able to fully quench after this.

I take the knife from Onyx, and he flattens his bloodied palm against my chest, warming my skin with the viscous liquid. There’s an unwarranted urge to take the blade and slice it through the side of his neck. I would never actually kill him—not by choice—but the urge is there. The difference between Onyx and my victims is that I don’t need his blood on my hands, not in that way at least.

This is a different kind of need. It’s like he’s my canvas, and our blood is my medium. I want to paint him a masterpiece, something that would be worthy of hanging over the mantel in our house.

I rise to my feet, standing directly in front of him with our toes touching and his bloody hand on my chest. His legs part as I press my body flush against his, the knife still dangling in my hand. I want to make him bleed, but I don’t know that I want to hurt him.

“Hurt me, little devil,” he murmurs into my hair as he wraps his arms around me. It’s as if he can read my thoughts without me even verbalizing them. “I want to bleed for you.”

I swallow hard over the shards of glass lodged inside my throat. “I’m afraid to do it,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his bare chest as I plant my face against his flesh.

Onyx smooths my hair down my back. “What are you afraid of, baby?”

“I’m afraid that once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I pause, a ragged breath slipping through my lips. “I know that I won’t be able to stop, and I’ll end up killing you.”

“Kill me,” he breathes into my hair, his hard cock straining through his underwear, pressing against my stomach as he shifts his weight on his feet. “If that’s what it comes to, I want it to be you who does it.”

“Fuck you,” I growl at him, abruptly shoving him away from me. As I take a step back, I raise my hand, slapping him across the face. “Fuck you for encouraging or even suggesting that as an option. You know we’re in this together.”

A wave of darkness passes over Onyx’s features, a storm brewing in his ocean blue eyes as he glares down at me. “Slap me again, and I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.”

“What are you going to do?” I challenge him, slowly raising my hand, my palm still burning from the previous contact.

Onyx meets my challenge with his eyes, silently pushing me to do it. Fuck around and find out. Accepting his unspoken dare, I pull my hand back and swing it forward. Just as I’m about to make contact with the side of his face, he wraps his hand around my wrist, halting my action.

He pulls me against him, his grip tightening around my wrist as he holds me in place. Taking my chances, I slowly raise my other hand, knife in my grasp as he brings his mouth down to my ear.

“I tried to give you the chance to be in control, but that’s over now.” He clamps down on the bottom of my lobe with his teeth. “We’re doing this my way now,” he says through his clenched teeth.

I bring the knife up, pressing the sharp blade along the side of his neck. He freezes, his body falling rigid as his cock throbs against me. I hear his breathing growing shallow and he slowly releases my ear. “What are you going to do with that?”

I hear him groan as I press the metal deeper against his skin, carving the surface away with the sharpness of the blade. Pulling it away, I run my finger along the mark I made, feeling his warm blood beneath my fingertip. “Whatever the fuck I want.”

Onyx releases my wrist, his hands finding my hips as he hoists me into the air and sets me back down on the desk. I twirl the knife in my hand, watching him as he stands in front of me, the blood dripping down the side of his neck. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“Take off your boxers and sit down on the chair.”

He follows my order, stripping off his underwear as he takes his seat on the chair in front of me. I hop down from the desk, mimicking his actions as I press the tip of the knife against the skin on his chest, slowly dragging it down along his torso, leaving cuts all over his flesh.

His knees part as I step in between them, dropping to my knees in front of him while I continue to move the knife lower and lower on his body. He’s rock hard and his erection is directly in front of my face. Ignoring it, I focus on the wounds that I leave on his skin, my fingers trailing through the beads of blood, painting his body red.

As I reach his groin with the knife, I move it closer to his dick. With my free hand, I grab his shaft, slowly stroking him as I bring the tip of the blade to the base. Onyx sucks in a sharp breath when I drag it along his length, the tiny blood vessels breaking as I introduce oxygen to his blood.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans, dropping his head back as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. With the knife still in my hand, I move it away from his body and slide my mouth down along his length. I inhale his scent before his dick slips into the back of my throat.

My lips don’t reach the base of his shaft as I feel the tip of him pressing against my throat. Gripping with my hand, I begin to stroke him in tandem with my mouth as I pull back. My tongue swirls around him and my lips create a suction as my head bobs, moving up and down.

Onyx slips one of his hands into my hair, gripping it tightly at the base of my neck as he pushes my head down further onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into the back of my throat. The movement causes me to gag and cough, choking around him. My eyes begin to water, and I can feel saliva dripping down my chin.

His grip is firm on the back of my head as he holds me in place with his cock down my throat. “Remember what I told you, baby? I was going to show you who your fucking daddy is, while you suffocate with my cock shoved down your throat.” He pauses, his lips curling upward into a sinister smirk as I look up at him through my lashes. “How’s it feel now?”

He doesn’t let me move. My lungs constrict as they’re starved of oxygen. I attempt to breathe in through my nose, but it doesn’t work with his cock down my throat, blocking off my airway. I try to shift backward, but Onyx pushes his length in further. Tears stream down the sides of my face as I violently choke.

My saliva runs down my chin, dripping onto the floor by my knees. The oxygen depravation has my head swimming, my peripheral vision growing blurred and black as the edges begin to move inward. I hear Onyx murmuring, but I can’t focus on his words as it sounds like he’s miles away right now.

I know this feeling. I’ve felt this feeling when I’ve tried to stay under water with Onyx for as long as he does.

This is what dying feels like.

Onyx tightens his grip on my hair, but instead of continuing to hold me in place, he jerks me away from his cock, just as I’m about to pass out. I fall backwards, unable to get my hands under me to brace myself for the fall. As he leaves my mouth, I inhale deeply, feeling the air pass into my lungs.

I expect to hit the floor, but instead Onyx holds me up by my hair. My skull is on fucking fire, burning as he pulls roughly on the strands. The pain doesn’t even faze me at this point. All my body cares about is inhaling as much oxygen as possible.

Onyx hauls me to my feet, his hand leaving my hair as he grips my hips. “You know that I wouldn’t kill you,” he breathes, nipping at my bottom lip while my heart pounds inside my chest. “I’ll only ever push you to the brink of death, before pulling you away from the edge.”

He spins me around, and I stumble, my body imbalanced and still trying to recover from the oxygen depravation. He shoves me down until my stomach is on the desk, and pushes me forward with his hips until my thighs hit the edge of the cool wood.

My palms are on the desk as I turn my head to the side, my breathing finally slowing. Onyx plants one hand above the temple on the side of my head and the other on my lower back, just above the base of my spine. He forcibly enters me in one violent thrust, his cock filling me to the fucking hilt.

I cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure as I finally come to my senses. Only then do I realize I dropped the knife at some point and completely lost control when Onyx reminded me of who really runs shit here.

His fingertips dig into the skin on my skull as he pounds into me relentlessly. He strokes my insides, each thrust a brutal delight. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but I know if I told him to stop he would. And I would never do that.

It doesn’t take long before he fucks me senseless. I’m screaming his name, my pussy clenching around him as he continues to thrust into me. My orgasm tears through me, just as savage as his volatile touch. Our surroundings begin to fade as I’m sucked into an overwhelming vortex of ecstasy.

My body rides on a wave of euphoria until Onyx is yelling out my name, his orgasm hitting him with full force. He loses himself inside me, filling me with his cum. He doesn’t stop, pounding into me until every last drop is left inside me. I close my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing erratic as I suck in a shallow breath.

He slowly pulls out of me, a rush of cold air instantly replacing the warmth of him behind me before I feel his cum dripping down the insides of my legs.

“Are you good?” His voice is rough and hoarse, but his touch is gentle as he brushes a piece of hair away from my face. He runs his fingers under my chin, stopping as he feels for my pulse.

I slowly lift my eyelids, lifting my head as I attempt to move my body on the desk. My muscles scream out in protest, every fucking inch of my body on fire. I revel in the pain and bask in it as I push myself to turn over. I sit up, scooting toward the edge of the desk as Onyx sits down beside me.

“Selene, tell me you’re okay.”

I look at Onyx, the panic heavy in his eyes. It’s not often that he shows emotion like this, but he must truly be concerned if I can read it in the blue hues of his irises. “I’m alive.”

“Obviously,” he rolls his eyes, running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. “Are you okay, though? You know that I wouldn’t actually kill you right.”

I stare back at him, feeling no fear, because the only fear I’ve ever truly felt was when I thought that he might be ripped from my grasp.

“See, that’s the thing that should probably scare me the most… Even if you kill me, I would be happy to die by your hand.”