Page 77 of Sinful Desires
Sniffling, I shook my head as I worked to regain some of my strength. “I’ll never be your anything.”
He pulled away, a sigh dancing past his lips. “That’s where you’re wrong, baby.” Stuffing his hand into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a black hunting knife. Pulling the cover from the blade, he let it fall to the ground with a small thud before holding the blade in front of my face, my reflection peering back at me. My entire body froze as I stepped back into the tree as far as my body would allow. “You will always be mine. Even if I have to carve my name into your skin to make that clear to you.”
“Are you planning to kill me?”
He pressed the blade to my chest, the tip of it pressing into the skin there and turning it an even whiter shade. The thought that if he truly wanted to, he could jam that bitch right into my heart had fear coursing through me along with…excitement?
Shrugging, he applied more pressure making me wince as the knife pierced my flesh. A small drop of blood pebbled around the blade before trickling down into my shirt. I watched in fascination as the streak of blood left behind caught his attention, his face lighting up.
“See?” he questioned in a breathy tone that had my thighs clenching. “It’s not that bad.” Pushing the blade in even more, a gasp slipped free as he ripped the wound open wider. Pain seared through me when the cool air attacked the fresh wound, but it wasn’t unbearable. More blood warmed my skin as it trickled down my chest once again,
My legs wobbled slightly as warring emotions invaded my mind. Pulling the knife from my skin, I watched with fascination as he inserted it into his mouth and wrapped his lips around the blade. My heart beat erratically, the fear no longer there but something else entirely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he stepped away and put space between us. “Get on the ground.”
My eyes widened a fraction, but before I could protest, his hands were on me, shoving me down into the cold, moist ground. Propping myself up on my elbows, I attempted to sit down, but he was shoving me back into the dirt.
Taking the knife, he kneeled over me with one leg on either side of my thigh. In one swift motion, he cut through the fabric of my shirt, exposing me to the cool air surrounding us. Tearing the fabric the rest of the way from my body, he discarded it to the ground beside us.
“Myles,” I hissed.
He ignored me and pressed the knife to the right side of my stomach just below my ribs. A sinister smile hooked his mouth, sending unease churning through my stomach.
As soon as the knife punctured my skin, a curse slipped free from the sudden pain. A whimper left me as I noted how tender this specific area was compared to the other spot he’d punctured moments ago.
“If you cry, I’ll shove my cock down your throat and I won’t be gentle,” he warned.
“I’m not going to cry,” I snapped back as he continued cutting into my flesh. Seemingly satisfied with my response, he didn’t say anything else.
My gaze moved to the sky, and I sucked my lower lip between my teeth. He continued to cut away in silence. Every now and then he’d hit an extremely sensitive spot that would make me squirm, but overall, it didn’t hurt much. The blood running over my body kept me warm so I couldn’t complain too much.
Jamming the knife into my hip unexpectedly, tears instantly sprang to my eyes, and I cried out. Clenching his jaw, he rose and started undoing his belt.
“What, no!” I panicked, propping myself up again. “You cheated!”
“Relax.” Moving forward, he kneeled again and started tying the belt around my neck, buckling it in place. “Every time you disobey me, I will cut off your airway. If you pass out, I will fuck your unconscious body so gruesomely that when you wake, you’ll still be able to feel me inside of you.”
My body relaxed slightly back into the ground, and I nodded. I suppose it was better than what he threatened me with earlier. Unless I passed out anyways. He resumed his position on either side of me and continued to cut into me.
At some point, he stopped and placed the knife on the ground beside us. When his lips met the fresh wound, a shudder rolled through me. He started kissing and licking the sensitive area making my body go rigid.
Pausing, he hovered over me, excitement flashing through his blue orbs. His lips were coated in my blood, and I couldn’t help but become a little aroused.
“Do you like that baby?” he purred.
I shook my head, too stubborn to admit it. He didn’t need to know.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warned, running his fingertips over the fresh cut, sending a sliver of pain through me once more.
Releasing a sigh, he took the belt strap in his hand and tugged. Within seconds my oxygen faded, leaving me fighting for air. My hands gripped the piece of leather around my throat, and I worked to tug it free, but my strength was no match for his. With his free hand, he slipped it beneath the band of my leggings making my entire body tense. His fingertips moved beneath my underwear, and he swiped them against my folds which were probably drenched before retracting his hand and holding it in the air. Unable to do much due to not being able to breathe, I watched helplessly as he sucked them into his mouth.
“As expected,” he said. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
Releasing his hold on the belt, I sucked in a long breath of air. My face heated with embarrassment and humiliation at what he’d just done. He returned his attention back to his art-work and started cutting into me again.
After several more minutes, he looked it over. “Finished. With this part at least.” Leaning over, he started licking over the wound again. His tongue seemed to make it hurt less, and having his mouth on me felt good—not that I’d admit it out loud to him, or anyone else for that matter.
This time he allowed me to sit up so that I could see what he carved into me. The cuts burned as I brought myself into a sitting position, my eyes widening as anger and disbelief coursed through me.