Page 16 of Playing With Piper

“Don’t let me take this from you, Blade,” I plead with him, lifting the knife up to surrender it to him. If this is what brings him closure, then I’ll let him be the one to do it regardless of how badly I want to be the one who kills Owen. He may not have hurt me, but he hurt Blade which is infinitely worse. So, ifthisis how Blade makes this right–how he can finally be free– then I’ll happily hand over the weapon.

“I wantyou–”Blade curls his hand around mine holding the knife, forcing my grip to tighten around the hilt. He glances down at the blood staining my skin, and his gaze hardens. His jaw locks, and it’s like the rubber band holding the pieces of him together has snapped.Blade tugs the knife out of my hand and runs my bloody palm down his white shirt.

My bloody handprint on his shirt shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but my stomach flips with excitement anyway. Blade grips my chin and kisses me roughly before stepping around me. As he stalks towards Owen, I finally see what fear looks like on a sociopath. Heavenly, I decide. It looks fucking ethereal watching Owen’s face contort in pain as Blade shoves the knife into his flesh over and over again.

Blade is gripping onto Owen’s shoulder tight, keeping him upright as Owen’s eyes start to flutter. I watch as Blade tears into his brother, shirt taut against his flexing muscles.

The squelching of blood and flesh is the only sound echoing off the bare walls of the motel room. Splashes of crimson paint the wall beside the bed. Blade grunts as he retracts the knife, letting Owen’s lifeless body slump over on the blood-soaked bed.

Blade is panting heavily as he turns to face me. My brain turns off when he drops the knife and grabs at my skin with his bloodied hands. Blade’s slick hands grip at my thighs, lifting me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips find home on mine easily–the same way they always do– and he crosses the room to sit me on the small desk in the corner. I whine when he pulls away, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Blade–” I try to object, but he cuts me off.

“Please, let me have this. Let me have a taste, baby. Need this. Fuck, I needyou,” Blade buries his head against my thigh. He inhales deeply, grunting in the process, like he’s trying to force himself to slow down. His fingertips dig into my flesh, and I can feel him nipping at my skin. My head falls back against the wall as he drags his teeth further up my thighs. My eyes flutter shut when his hand slips up to the column of my throat. Blade’s thumb caresses my skin softly, and I shutter at the tenderness. It’s a silent beg for me to give in, and who am I to resist?

Sighing contently, I concede and slip my thighs open further for him. Blade hums and nestles himself closer to my cunt. He slips his hands up to the waistband of my shorts and slips them, along with my panties, off in one swift motion. The cool air hits my exposed core, sending a shiver down my spine, but it’s quickly replaced by Blade’s warm breath. I finally pry my eyes open to look down at Blade. He’s already looking up at me, dried blood splattered across his sharp facial features. I stutter out a breath and look to my thighs instead. Blade’s handprints are imprinted on my skin in blood, and it’s fucking erotic. I grip at his hands holding my thighs, shifting forward slightly. I can feel him smirk against me, and I tangle my hands into his hair.

Blade grunts when I tug him closer to my exposed pussy. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, waiting for Blade to taste. When he finallypokes his tongue out, teasing it over my clit, I gasp and arch into him.

Blade laps at my cunt like a man dying. He pulls moans after whines from me, sucking my aching clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue. My eyes roll in pleasure, and I can’t stop my thighs from closing around his head. Blade doesn’t object, just pushes himself further into me.

“Fuck,” I groan when Blade pulls back just enough to slip a bloody finger inside of me. I should be disgusted by the blood, really, but there’s something so feral about him right now that I can’t even pretend to care about it. My thighs shake as I come on Blade’s tongue.

He doesn’t let up until I push his head away from my sensitive clit. Blade is glaring at me, and he looks fucking phenomenal. The blood on his face has smeared, and his chin is soaked with my cum. He pushes off his knees and shoves his lips to mine harshly.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” He grunts, rutting his covered erection against my naked core. I glance to the body lying on the bed, but Blade jerks my head back to face him. He stares into my eyes, waiting for me to answer. The glint of lust in his evergreen eyes has me nodding dumbly. Blade clicks his tongue in approval.

The sound alone has me melting. Something about how fucking pathetic it makes me feel has my mind reeling. I crave Blade’s approval, and I know Ialways have it. But something about that fucking sound… I wanna climb into his lap and do whatever I can to make him do it over and over again.

Blade takes notice of the way my brain shuts down. I look up at him through my lashes, and he laughs darkly.

“That's all it takes? I make a few noises, and you’re ready to let me use you however I want?” Blade teases, his voice low when he dips his head to suck a bruise onto my neck. I nod weakly while I fumble with the button of his jeans. I huff when I can’t get my hands to stop trembling enough to get his cock out.

“Calm down, baby. I’m right here. Not going anywhere,” Blade smirks, holding my hand lightly. I pull my hand away from the damn button and decide to slip the bloody shirt off him instead. I push the hem of the material up, and Blade laughs, helping me to slip his shirt over his head.

What? He couldn’t slip his dick out for me? Rude.

The blood soaked through his shirt, coating the muscles of his stomach. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me. I’m gonna be his next victim.Death by arousal.What a way to go.

“Blade, I’m fucking begging you. Get your dick out,” I grumble, leaning my head against his shoulder, breathing deeply. His skin smells like sweat, copper, and sandalwood, and I settle my teeth into his skin. It’s not enough to make him bleed, but I want to mark him.I want everyone to know that Blade ismine. It’smewho gets to love him and have his cock whenever I want.

“Fuck, Piper,” Blade hisses, slipping my hand back down to his jeans. He pops the button with ease, pushes the zipper down, and nudges my hand into his waistband.

“Go ahead, baby. Take it. Use me,” Blades says huskily into my ear. I shudder, kissing him as I stroke his cock. His hips jerk against my movements, and he’s gripping my thighs again. I beg the universe for Blade’s bruises to mar my skin, reminding me of who owns me. My lips ache from how hard he’s kissing me, but I’ll die if he stops.

Slipping his hardened cock from his jeans, I gasp as I line him up with my entrance. Blade juts his hips forward impatiently, settling fully inside me. I grip at his waist, gnawing on my lip as my vision blurs with pleasure. Blade’s hips rock into me, the force of his movements causing the desk to knock against the wall repeatedly.

The depravity in me forces my gaze back to the corpse on the bed. I glance down to the floor where the bloodied knife rests, discarded by Blade. I clench around Blade’s thick cock as I look at it. Blade groans in pleasure, tangling his hands into my hair as he follows my line of sight.

“What? Want me to make good on my promise to fuck you with my knife?” Blade grunts, still fucking himself into me.

I nod, too lost in the pleasure coursing through my cunt to think rationally. Blade laughs darkly, gripping my hair harder as he grinds his teeth.

“Not yet, Piper. Not gonna use it withhisblood on it. If you want blood on my knife when I use it to please your pussy, it’ll bemineinside you. I’ll mark you withmyblood becauseIown you,” Blade promises, and I moan at the vulgarity of his promise.

My jaw? Dropped.

My brain? Gone.

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