“Ah!” I screamed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Breathing hard, I took in the horrific reflection.
Wait. What is that?
He’d sliced a C on my shoulder.
Why? Why?
Blood beaded and formed into a bloody C. Then, the letter disappeared as more blood sprouted up from the wound. A tiny puddle gathered along my collarbone.
And I was caught off guard by how sensual and warm it felt. It was more pleasure than pain just like he’d promised.
But it was also fucking horrific!
“So gorgeous.” He dipped the tip of his finger into my blood, coating the digit in my red liquid. “I should keep you longer than four days and have you bleed all over this chapel.”
The very idea made me scream. A loud sound ripped from my throat.
“That’s right.” He licked his bloody finger. “Let it all out.”
His wet mouth was on me again, twisting and twirling blood into my mouth.
Unable to help myself, I swallowed my blood down and sucked on his tongue. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, but I spiraled into madness from the contact of our lips and the taste of my blood. I lost myself, drowning in so many contradictory emotions—lust and fear, pain and passion.
He pulled away from the kiss.
The movement caused blood to spill over my collarbone, drip down my chest, and wet my breasts in bright red.
Deranged, I whimpered, yearning for some sense of clarity. I swore the room vibrated. My view no longer stayed still. It shook and throbbed. It blurred and zoomed in and out of distortion.
“Phoenix. Phoenix.” Stepping back, Cain unzipped and shoved his pants down his hips.
Shocked, I parted my lips.
What. . .is. . .he. . .going to do?
He pulled out his big dick.
My heart seized in my chest. Dread and desire mixed and buzzed within me.
Instead of thinking about the oncoming pain, I focused on his dick.
It was fat and long as I thought it would be. The mushroomed tip swelled and tinted pink. He looked painfully hard like if he didn’t find release, his body would explode.
I hope he does blow up. Then this could stop.
Cain gripped his dick and walked over to me.
I shivered.
“Even your wounds are sexy.” Cain touched my shoulder and gathered up my blood. This time he covered the tips of his fingers, coating them in red. Right when I thought he would put them in his mouth, he lowered his hand and rubbed my blood all over his dick.
What. . .the fuck?
Watching me, he stroked his dick with my blood.
A loud groan left him.
And it was so fucking wrong, but it turned me on. Although he looked deranged and out of it just like me, there was a sense of power that filled me, knowing that my blood made him crazy.
Still stroking, he yanked me over to him with his free hand. “You’re lucky that you’re already hooked up. I need your mouth.”
Breathless, I whispered, “A-and I would give you my mouth.”
Growling, he rubbed that big, bloodied dick against my stomach. “You’re good.”
Desperate to live another day, I whispered, “V-very good.”
“We’ll see.” He left me and went back to the shelf.
No. No. Come back.
I glanced over my shoulder.
He dropped the bloody scalpel and picked up an odd knife. The blade was short, but the metal handle was five inches long and cylindrical.
Coming back to me, he flipped the knife in his hand and caught the blade.
What now?
I held my breath, terrified of what would happen next.
He clutched the blade. Blood beaded around his fingers as he cut himself, holding it. He stared at me with pure lust. “Open your legs.”
Chapter 10
Deadly Rapture
Phoenix
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error battered through my body. “W-why do you want me to open my legs?”
“Do it now.”
Swallowing, I did as he ordered. My legs trembled as I spread them.
Cain pierced me with an intense gaze. “Are you wet?”
My bottom lip quivered.
I stared down at the ground.
His next words came out in a fierce command. “Look at me!”
I turned my view back to him.
A devilish blaze glowed in his blue eyes. “Is your pussy wet, Phoenix?”
My breathing increased. “I’m dripping.”
A dark groan left him.
I trembled, nervous and excited. Turned on and terrified. What was this chaos rocking my body, rocking my mind? How was I supposed to survive this forced ecstasy? These toxic kisses mixed with my own blood. Passion dripping with acid. Lust sharpened into a blade.
Was there any way I could return back to a reality where my head wasn’t broken? Cracked open and oozing out all sense of normalcy.
“Dripping wet?” He licked his lips. “Would you like me to kiss your pussy?”
I looked away.
I’ll enjoy this, but I won’t admit it.
Cain moved in and slid his bloody fingers along my chin. “Say it, Phoenix.”
I trembled under his touch, hating and loving it. The metallic scent of my blood rose around me.