Page 114 of Pretty Poisoned

I sit up; a shiver runs up my spine when I sink down onto his cock.

"There you go, baby."

I gasp, and he places the knife back into my hand. "Be a good girl and keep those hips still," he says. "Make it look good."

I brace myself with one hand and dig the tip of the knife in with the other, preparing to cross my 'T.'

He grips my ass and pushes up into me.

"Ah!"

"Harder, baby," he says. "Dig it in a little deeper like I showed you."

I grit my teeth and add pressure; Luca hisses as I drag it across his skin. When I finish, I toss the knife onto the bed.

"Can I move now?" I whimper, wriggling against his hold. I'm pretty sure each of his fingertips will leave a mark.

He releases his grip, and I ride him hard.

Mine,I think as I work my pussy over him, watching the blood run over his chest.He's mine.

I realize my own hands and my mouth are covered in blood, too. We're going to make a fucking mess out of this bed.

"You feel so good, baby," he says. "It's a lot harder to cut through surface flesh than you think it would be, isn't it?"

"Yes," I whimper as I ride him.

"Imagine how much muscle it would take to bury that fucking blade all the way into someone's chest…the way my dick is inside your pussy."

I can.I can imagine it.

"Luca…" I moan. "Oh, god…"

I ride him faster, and he lifts his hips off the bed, burying himself deeper.

"Oh my god…I'm…"

"Are you gonna come, baby?"

"Yes!" I shout. "Oh…fuck!" I sit back and come apart on his dick, shaking as he thrusts up into me. "Luca!"

Luca pulls me into him and flips us over, his cock still inside of me, and fucks into me while blood spills from the cut on his chest and drips onto my own.

He pins my hands above my head with his left hand and with his right, he holds the knife to my throat. It digs in just a little, and blood runs down my neck.

He groans as he thrusts into me, the blade at my neck still digging in, and his eyes lock onto mine. "You better not fucking leave me, Teagan."

"I love you," I tell him, my breath heaving. "I won't."

He drops the knife and brings his lips to that place on my throat and sucks while he comes inside me.

"I love you, too," he says, resting his head on my chest. "We fucking ruined this bed, Teagan. They're going to call the police when they see this."

I run my bloody hands through his hair. "Yeah, we should leave a note or something."

"We should take a shower," he says. "You have to take care of me now."

He gets out of bed, and I follow him out of the bathroom and into the shower. By the time we get out, it's quiet outside the room again. After I clean and bandage the cut on his chest, I pull on one of his shirts, and we climb right back into those bloody sheets together.

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