Page 35 of The King of Hearts

My ab muscles clench, and I feel my arousal leak out of me to the duvet under my ass. His warning doesn’t frighten me like it probably should. I want to hear more of them. I want him to tell me in detail all of the ways he’ll hurt me. Punish and ravage me. And then I want him to follow through with those threats.

“And what if I like the burn?” I ask boldly.

“Then you’ll feel my heat and my wrath, and you’ll love every fucking second of it. I know your secrets, baby, those dark and depraved desires you try so hard to ignore and pretend don’t exist. I’ll force them to the surface and exploit them. Pick them apart piece by piece and make you fucking beg while I do it.”

My pussy clenches, and I’m tempted to rub my legs together to stimulate the ache.

“Pick up the dagger,” he demands.

I’m curious what he’ll have me do, so I grab the dagger. The encrusted handle is rough against my palm. Eagerness and anticipation have my teeth biting sharply into my bottom lip until I taste the tang of copper.

His voice is rough when his next order comes. “Put the blade against your cunt.”

This time I hesitate. Did he really just tell me to put the blade of this dagger against the most sensitive area of my body?Yes, the edges have been dulled, but that doesn’t mean they still won’t cut into flesh that’s so thin and vulnerable.

That’s not the real issue, though. The real problem is why it doesn’t scare me more than it makes me curious about how it would feel? Am I so fucked up that the idea of pressing a knife against my pussy while he watches makes my core ache? Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to read all of those dark romance books after all. They’ve obviously melted away my rational thinking.

“You hesitate, and my patience grows thin.”

My fingers around the dagger tighten. “What if it cuts me?”

“Then all the more beautiful you’ll look.”

“You want to see me bleed?”

“Yes.” The answer comes out a growl. “And I’ll slurp up every fucking drop.”

Jesus, before the night is over, my bed is going to be soaked all the way through. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell for the utterly disturbing things going through my head.

I lift the dagger, and the light from my lamp makes the shiny metal sparkle. The blade isn’t very wide. If I spread open the lips of my pussy, the width would be just about perfect.

I don’t bring it straight to where he ordered me to. I press the flat part of the blade on my inner thigh, and it scrapes across my skin. I go slowly, getting used to the cool metal as I trail it inward, getting closer to my core. Inches away, I hiss out a breath at the slight sting when the tip of the blade nicks my skin. A warm trail of blood seeps from the small wound, winding its way down my thigh.

My teeth sink into the cushion of my lip, and there’s no way to hold back the low moan that leaves my throat. Who knew getting nicked with a knife and feeling the warm trickle of blood would ever feel good. I’ve never enjoyed pain before, but this? Part of me wants to be horrified, but a bigger part, the dark side of my mind, wants more.

I slowly graze the flat part of the blade over my mound. My mouth drops open when I slide it down and over my clit. There’s another nick of pain when the tip clips the little nub, and another mewl leaves my lips.

Although the sharp edges were dulled to keep my flesh from being shredded, the skin of my pussy is delicate, so when I slide the flat blade between my lips, it still slices into my skin. I hiss out a breath, tossing my head back at the delicious sharpness. The warm trickle of blood mixing with my arousal scalds my flesh as it slides down my crack and soaks the duvet.

I lock eyes with my devil. I wish I could see his face. I want to witness the desire in his eyes as he devours my form. I want to see the crazed look of lust, knowing I’m the one who put it there.

Hopefully, one day he’ll let me see him.

He groans and the sound makes my pussy weep even more.

“That looks so pretty, Little Vicious,” he rumbles. “All that red dripping down your thighs. It’ll look even better when I tear through your virginity and coat my cock with your blood.”

I pant at the visual his words just conjured.

I use my free hand and place my pointer and middle finger on either side of the blade resting against my pussy. I part my lips away from the blade’s edges so they don’t cut too deep into my vulnerable skin. Then I gently rock my hips upward. The slickness from my juices allows the hard metal to smoothly glide across my clit.

And it feels so fucking good.

“Oh, God,” I whimper. The muscles in my legs tense as I lift my hips again.

“God has no fucking place here.” I pause at the harshness in his voice. “It’s only you and me in this room.”

My eyelids flutter closed, and I shift my hips upward, grinding the knife down on my clit. The tip nicks across my opening, and another sharp pain pierces me. A sick part of mewonders how it would feel if I sunk the blade in my hole. It would be insane to even try. The knife may have been dulled, but given enough pressure, the edges would cut deep into my skin and leave internal damage. Even still, it doesn’t alter my curiosity.

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