Page 55 of Graves

“That never bothered you before,” I counter.

Irritation passes across her face.

“That’s because I didn’t know you were there, creep.”

A low chuckle escapes me as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I look at her.

“We both know that’s not true. Sometimes I’d make a noise here and there just to make you aware. Your fight-or-flight instincts are terrible, by the way. Hiding under your blankets when you hear a thunk at night won’t keep you alive, angel. Not by a long shot.”

“Fuck you!” she spits out before taking the plate of food and throwing it at me. I dodge it easily as it shatters apart against the wall behind me, egg and crumbs half stuck to the wall with glass shards everywhere.

“You don’t know me, Zayden. Just because you stalked me doesn’t mean you know me. I don’t really give a fuck what you think of my fight-or-flight skills. They’ve gotten me this far, right? I’m still breathing, I’m still fighting. So why don’t you do me a favor and go fuck yourself?”

Her breathing is labored, eyes filled with a rage that surprisingly starts to dim. I just sit there in the chair, watching her patiently until she appears to be calm enough.

“Would you like me to remake you the omelet?” I ask.

She turns her head to the side as she looks at me.

“What the fuck? No. Fuck your food. I don’t want anything you have to offer me.”

I frown at that.

“You, me, and the cemetery know that’s not true, angel.”

She tosses her hands out by her sides and lets out a hollow laugh.

“The cemetery? Where I was literally running for my life? Where you tackled me to the ground, pulled my pants down, and cut my skin before you fucked me against my will?”

I’m across the room in a flash, my hand wrapped firmly around her throat as I pin her to the back of the couch. Her eyes are wide and afraid, but she makes no attempt to fight back.

C’mon, angel. Fight. Please.

“Don’t delude yourself. You and I both know that from themoment I took you to the ground, you wanted it. Your pussy was practically sopping when I got to you, and this,” I say as I pull out my knife, conveniently the same one from last night. I slowly drag it against her skin, so featherlight it won’t leave a mark, unfortunately.

Her pulse thunders to the point I can see it jumping out of her skin, goosebumps pricking against her skin as her pupils dilate. A look of something akin to want flashes in her eyes, lust even.Exactly.

“This,” I continue. “I think you enjoyed more than you expected. The chill from the metal made your heart race and fear tighten its hold on you, and I think you liked the rush. The first slice is always the hardest. It’s sharp and stings, but the sting blends with the fear, and soon, it’s an addicting concoction you don’t know if you should refrain from or overdose on.”

That lust-drenched look has now taken up residence in her entrancing eyes. I’ll never be able to decide which one I like more, it’s impossible. I love the pair. Blue and brown together, two sides of the same coin, making up my beautiful woman.

“Do you want to feel alive, angel?” I whisper into her ear, allowing the blade to run along her collarbone and dipping beneath her T-shirt between her breasts. Her breath forces a soft gasp to escape her as she practically shudders in my arms.

The knife continues its descent, stopping on her bra. I don’t plan on stopping there though, I need better visibility. I turn the knife in my palm, forcing the tip of the blade in my direction and cutting a line straight through her shirt. A few more inches, and the material practically falls to her sides. I slip the knifebeneath the front clasp of her bra, ready to free her breasts when she breathes.

“Please don’t cut another one.”

I nod softly. “As you wish,” I say against her ear, sending another round of goosebumps sparking against her skin before I lower my mouth between her breasts, freeing the clasp with my teeth and allowing her breasts to spill out completely for my eyes to see. The dusty pink of her nipples causes cum to leak from my tip.

The point of my blade turns back to her skin, tracing lazy lines down her torso before coming to her leggings. This time I don’t wait for her to argue with me as I turn the blade once again and hook the fabric, tearing it and her panties easily in half until she’s left completely bare for me. Fucking hell.

I drag the cool steel against her bald pussy, enjoying the quiver that comes from her legs when I pause just at her slit. Fear and adrenaline seem to course through her as I turn the knife in my hand and push the handle between her thighs. She doesn’t fight me, but she doesn’t open up for me either. It’s no problem for me, though. I know she wants this, even if she can’t admit it. I’ll do it for both of us.

The handle of the knife slips inside her easily, almost too easily. Just as I knew she would be, her pussy is soaked, and she lets out a shuddering breath that slips into a moan before she can help it. I continue plunging it in and out of her, fucking her with one of my favorite knives as I speak.

“That feel good, angel?”

Her eyes are clenched tight, her hands gripping the couchas she stays silent. She’s fighting me so hard right now, it’ll make her release all the sweeter.

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