Page 13 of Shadows of Rage
“Are you flirting with me, Little Rage?”
Fucking hell. He always knows what to say to get me going. The simplest things feel over the top and run right through me every single time.
Putting his hand around my throat, Braxton pushes me back until my legs hit the side of the metal table. Without breaking eye contact, he uncuffs Savannah’s limp body and pushes it to the floor. He lifts me to sit on the table and I can immediately feel the blood starting to soak into my pants.
“Be a good girl for me and take your pants off, then lay back. Keep your ass at the edge of the table.”
My breathing picks up as I do what he says, feeling the red liquid saturate the strands of my hair.
He gets to his knees and bites my inner thigh until he draws blood and licks it clean. He continues this until he’s made his way to my opening. In one long and rough motion, he licks me. Stopping at my clit, he blows a gentle breath, making my legs quiver and a moan slips out of my mouth. He smiles up at me before shoving his tongue in me repeatedly and brings his thumb up to my clit, making small circles. My moaning continues and as he groans his approval, vibrating on my pussy.As I start nearing the edge, he stops and I can’t help but yell in frustration.
“Don’t fucking stop!!”
He smirks before going back down and licking slowly. My frustration peaks and I pull on the strands of his hair, pulling him deeper. Quickening his pace, he moves up to suck on my clit and pushes his fingers inside me. My hips jolt upwards as he curls them and pumps them in and out while still sucking and licking. I can feel my climax getting closer and my hips move in rhythm with him. Curling my toes and squeezing my thighs around his head, my orgasm surges through me as I scream through my release. He’s quick to stand back up as I pant and try to catch my breath.
Pulling his pants down, he reaches over and slides his fingers through the blood. He strokes himself with it, covering his cock before grabbing my hips and ramming inside of me. The pressure is almost unbearable.
“I can’t do it, B. It’s too much.”
His strokes are languid and rhythmic, pulling out until the tip is almost completely out then pushing back in slowly. My frantic breathing picks back up as my arousal spreads through me.
“Mmmm Little Rage, you can take it. Lift your hips for me like a good girl.”
He smirks before quickening his pace, ramming in and out while the table rattles underneath me. The movements leave me breathless and I can barely get out a whimper.
“Your inner darkness is starting to shine, Little Rage. Let me see how deep it runs.”
CHAPTER 9
Braxton
This girl is going to be the death of me.
She’s beautiful, funny, so very sexy, and just a good time to be around. Her darkness is coming to the surface more and more and I want to experience it all. I need to know how deep it runs.
Now that we have both come down from the bloody sex high, we’re walking back into the house. We are both bloody messes and probably smell like death. She has been through a lot tonight and I would like to make her feel comfortable.
Getting into the house, I grab a bottle of wine and two glasses from the wine cellar.
“Oh you’re my savior, I need this.” Dani lets out a content sigh and it’s adorable. Pouring her a glass, I place it in front of her. She scoots her ass into the stool at the island sipping from her glass then looks at me. “Any interest in a bath?” The spark in her eye tells me it’ll be more than just a bath.
“How about a shower first to get rid of the blood, then a nice bubble bath?”
She swallows down the rest of her glass and places it in the sink. Smacking my ass, she grabs the bottle from my hand and runs upstairs without a word. I guess she liked that idea. I never know what's going to happen with this girl. Locking my shock away, I run after her and find her undressing in the bathroom. Goddamn, she’s quick. I watch in silence at her pure beauty. She stands with nothing on, red splatters cover her body along with all of the black ink. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does now. Turning around, she sees me and smiles sweetly.
“I didn't realize how sore I was until now. The tub sounds even better so get over here and let's get this shower over with.”
Walking over, I turn the water on and let the shower steam up and cover her wound with a waterproof bandage, before stepping in and dragging her with me.
“So how are you feeling after everything today? Do you feel better or does it make you feel worse?” Standing under the shower head, rinsing her hair, she thinks about what I’ve said before responding.
“I feel good. It’s nice that I don't have to bottle up my emotions with you. I know it’s wrong and it’s never my goal to hurt someone, but in the moment, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I think going through all I did as a kid makes me feel numb to the deaths. In my head, I know how fucked up it is, I just can't help but enjoy the feeling of someone's life in my hands. That makes me sound deranged and like I need to be locked away.”
I can see the guilt on her face and it eats away at me. I'm not sure if it’s because of the kills, or because she’s afraid of how I’ll see her for being so honest. Little does she know, my darkness matches hers. Placing my finger under her chin, I pull her to face me and look into her eyes. Staring into those blue eyes is like looking at the most beautiful ocean waves.
“You’re not deranged and you do not need to be locked away. You are a human being who has been through hell and back. Give yourself some grace. You are amazing and beautiful and you deserve every good thing that comes to you. I would kiss the ground you walk on to remind you of your worth. Your inner darkness doesn’t make you any less than you are.”
Wrapping her arms around me, she lays her head on my chest.