Page 138 of Satan's Spawn
“God is watching you now, Rebecca. Show me what a bad girl you really are.”
“You are not God, Crayton.” I bite out through a moan.
“You’re right.” Crayton slides the handle through my entrance, making me stifle another. “But I amyours.”
I can feel the cold metal against my inner walls, but it’s not long before my arousal warms it completely, embracing the foreign object.
My entire body ignites when the handle nicks my insides, and the pinches feel like zaps to my core.
Crayton’s fingers squeeze my thigh, with the weapon sliding in and out in deep meaningful strokes.
I glance down to find Crayton fisting the blade completely, making sure not to expose me to the sharp end.
Which may be the nicest thing he’s ever done for me.
And that’s saying a lot, given he’s fucking me with his favorite weapon.
“You’ve taken over my mind…you know that?” He says tightly, picking up speed. My pleasure comes out as a whimper, and I throw my head back, closing my eyes.
“Yeah? And you’ve poisoned mine.”
Moisture forms on my inner thigh, and when I look I see blood staining my skin.
From Crayton’s hand.
He’s squeezing the knife so hard it’s breaking flesh, but he’s so engrossed in what he’s doing, I don’t think he realizes.
“Crayton, you’re bleeding.” I reach for him, but he interjects my touch with his free hand.
“I know,” he says, thrusting harder, angling the object perfectly to find that special spot, and it’s like every star in the sky bursts before me when he does.
“Ahhh!” I cry out, watching him work me as I slap a hand against the wall. My insides clench tight around the handle.
“Come all over this knife, Little Ghost, go ahead. I want you to bleed for me like I am for you.”
His words have my abdomen tightening and my thighs twitching as I ascend that roller coaster once again, the same one I rode last time Crayton had his way with me.
I fly even faster over the hill this time, the drop a million times more intense than when he had me against Riggs’ car.
I come, hard, all over his knife and hand that’s now mixed with his blood and my orgasm.
My legs are still twitching as he removes the knife, which is when I truly realize what the fuck just happened.
“What the hell did you just do to me?” I pant, watching Crayton as he examines his injured hand.
“I made you mine.”
His eyes rise to meet my spent ones, then Crayton reaches for my face, drenching my lips with his bloody thumb. “Which means nobody else can ever have you.”
My tongue darts out to taste him: all metallic, salt, and sin.
I’m appalled by the action, no matter how much I’m enjoying it.
“You look so beautiful colored in blood.”
He lifts the knife to my lips this time, coaxing me to taste the handle too. “Go ahead, understand my obsession. See why I hate you as much as I do.”
I ignore the contradiction in that statement, doing as he asks and opening for him to run the knife along my tongue.
