Page 97 of The Road to Ruined

I wait with bated breath while he considers it, exhaling when he finally pulls the knife away, lowering it instead to the space just to the left of my right hip. Relieved, I slowly exhale through my mouth, staring up at the ceiling.

"Calm down," he tells me. "I'm better at this than them. I'm a professional; I know what I'm doing."

"Okay."

He takes my hand and moves it between my legs, guiding my fingers over my wet slit. "You should touch your pussy," he says. "It'll take the edge off. Different sides of the same coin, remember?"

I nod, and he watches as I push them inside of me, slowly pumping them in and out. I can hear how wet and slick I am with both of our cum still inside me, and I know he can, too.

"Fuck, there you go," he groans and digs the knife into my skin. "The only thing that could make that sight even prettier is your blood."

"Ahh!" I scream, gritting my teeth as I try not to squirm too much under the blade.

"Don't stop fucking yourself, Teagan," he says as the knife slices through my skin. I slide my cum-drenched fingers out of my pussy and onto my clit, and he's right—it does help. My skin burns as blood runs from the wound down my abdomen, over my pelvis, and between my legs, and it does feel good.

Different sides of the same coin.

"Oh, god," I moan, the pleasure between my legs beginning to outweigh the searing pain of the blade.

"Almost done…" he says. "There."

He sets the knife aside and moves down the bed, staring at his work before lowering his mouth to the wound, kissing and licking the blood from my skin, sucking it into his mouth.

My fingers slide over my clit faster, and I moan, my hips shifting beneath him. He grabs me by my wrist and takes my hand away.

"I'll take care of you now," he says. "Your pussy is covered in your blood, you know that? You look so pretty like this."

Sebastian brings his mouth back to my skin, licking down my body until his tongue finds its way between my legs. He laps at my pussy, watching me while he does it, with blood and cum dripping from his chin.

"Oh…oh, god."

He sucks my clit into his mouth and moans. "Mmmm…you taste so good. You were really close to coming, weren't you?"

His tongue starts working me again before I can answer, rolling hard and fast over my clit. He guides his fingers inside me, fucking me with one hand while the other pushes down on my pelvis.

"Yes…" I say, writhing beneath him. "Yes, I'm going to come."

My heels dig into the bed and I explode on his tongue. "Sebastian!" I scream. "Fuck!"

I see stars when I close my eyes. Maybe it's the blood loss, maybe it's something else, but either way, I keep coming, and he keeps sucking until my legs fall limp onto the mattress.

"Don't move," he says.

Not that I could, anyway.

I feel the mattress shift and then hear his footsteps across the room as I stare up at the ceiling. Then, I hear the minifridge open and close before he walks to the bathroom. When he comes back, he stands at the side of the bed and wipes my cuts clean with a wet towel.

"This is going to hurt," he says.

"What's going to hurt?" I ask.

I look up at him and watch as he unscrews the cap from a miniature bottle of vodka. I open my mouth but don't have time to object before he pins my thigh down with one hand and pours the vodka over the wound with the other.

"Fuck!" I scream. "God damn it, that fucking burns!"

"But look how good it looks," he says.

I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at the letter 'S' etched into my hip. It does look cleaner and smoother than the others. The turns don't come to a point the way they do on Declan's 'D'; they're one even, continuous line.

---