Page 125 of Under the Bed

“I mean it. I meant it the first time. I’ll mean it for the rest of my life. Now be quiet.”

“I really meant it when I said I loved you too.”

“I know.” My eyebrows scrunch. Eyes narrowing. I lift the razor so there’s no confusion about what I’m doing here.

That silences her.

Both she and I can tell why I have the razor out. I won’t be shaving her tonight. Won’t leave the skin that I haven’t harmed yet soft and smooth.

It’s there to wake her up. Cut the guilt out of her.

“You’ve earned this.” Putting the blades to the back of one of her thighs, I dip my chin in warning. “Take it like the good girl you are. While I slice through you, think about your actions. About how right we are for each other. How all our past, all the bullshit, is nothing but background noise. Nothing but lies. There’s one truth in your world, Shiloh, and it’s me.”

I break her skin, cut a straight line along the back of her thigh.

Then, I kneel, chasing the blood with my tongue.

She’s a picture of strength, of resilience, pinching her lips together to keep silent. I’m hurting her, worse than before. Thewound isn’t deeper, but she’s tired. It’s late. She’s already been through hell and back today.

Still, she gives in. She trusts me.

“Fuck.” I’m so hard it hurts. So hard that I have to fist myself as I drag the blades down her pretty leg.

She moans, but she isn’t the only one. I’m moaning with every stroke of my cock. With every new blood drop racing down her legs.

I keep licking and sucking it off her. Inhaling her pain. Her anguish. I drive her wild, and she mumbles, “Stop, stop, stop,” while spreading her legs wider. Lifting her heels and tilting her ass up to offer me her sweet cunt.

Coming in my fist before she does is unacceptable. But she’s tempting me to the point that I almost do. So I release myself, focusing on the only mission I have in life right now.

Hurting her. Erasing her intrusive thoughts.

“Stop it,” she cries out softly.

While I slice down her other leg. While I go back to stretching her ass, driving three fingers into her.

This is more than a punishment by now. This is our carnal, depraved desires intertwined.

This is us.

“Good girl. You’re so good, Shiloh. Being so quiet for me.” I move back, cast the razor away, and grab her hips, holding her upright.

“Please, please. Kaleb.” She quivers, knees buckling, her pussy clenching and unclenching on air.

“Look at you.” Our gazes clash, and there it is. The tunnel vision I’ve been aiming for. There’s only me in her world.Except we’re not finished here. “Your greedy cunt is hot for the pain I give you, desperate for release.”

Rivulets of water and blood cascade down to the tiles beneath her. The scent of her arousal has my fingers burying into her flesh. I’m this close to letting go.

“Question is…” My gaze dances between her bloody, sliced thighs, and her begging eyes. “Are you here with me? Will you listen this time?”

“I’m—Please.” Her nails scratch the tiles. “Please.”

“I need to know that you’re not lost inside your head.” I get up, pressing my thighs to her wounded ones. Wind my fingers through her hair and press my lips against her cheek. “That you’ve been listening. That you’ll stop doubting me. Tell me that you know that I’m not going away.”

Her eyelashes are dark. They flutter while she remains silent.

She’s beautiful. She speaks to the soulless, emotionless monster in me, and she has no idea. No fucking clue.

She changes me.

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