Page 64 of House of Crimson Hearts
“Yes…?” I purr. I shift against the wall, forgetting about my numbed hands until a searing bolt of pain erupts through my palm. It soon settles into a deep aching throb, one that morphs into desire.
“I can’t. Not with—” She glances up and then reaches for the stake to remove it.
“Leave it, a little pain never hurt an orgasm.”
“Fine. Then what’s a safe word?” she asks.
And suddenly her voice is softer, calmer, knowing her prize is near.
“Seems I’m very good at playing your villain, so why don’t we go with that.”
She glares at me. “You use it the minute it gets too much. I know you’ll heal in seconds once I rip them out.”
“I swear to gods if you don’t fuck me this instant?—”
She leans across my body, her nose millimetres from my wrist where the blood oozes down in glorious red ribbons.
Her tongue swipes up my arm, stopping just shy of the crimson trails. Part of me wants her to take it, ingest more, but it’s the blood lust talking. And I won’t force her, not when we need to get through the evening.
Without warning, she pulls away, a grunt of frustration escaping her lips. Those eyes never leave mine as she staggers a few steps back.
I’m left at the mercy of that delicious gaze, half naked and staked to the wall, quivering with need.
She drops to her knees before me. “I hate you. But I need you just as much,” she says.
“I’m yours,” I say, the words an echo of a life lost. She lowers her mouth onto my pussy.
I rock my hips forward, tilting my cunt so she can access as much of me as possible. My punctured hands burn with every movement, the heat transforming instantly into desire as it mixes with the bliss of her tongue.
She’s feral as she licks my clit. Her tongue swipes long and luxurious strokes down my pussy and between my folds. She moans her own pleasure into me.
“Red…” I moan as the first intense wave of pleasure grows at my core.
She shifts, one of her hands disappearing into her own trousers.
“What are you doing?” I say, trying to get a better view.
“You don’t get to touch me,” she says, pulling off my pussy. “Not today. Not with how pissed off I am.”
“You’ll pay for that later,” I snarl.
“So be it,” she says and then resumes licking my cunt. Her tongue sweeps up and down. Over and over, she massages my clit. She brings her free hand to my entrance and pushes a finger inside me.
Her other arm rocks furiously between her legs. The faster she moves, the quicker she licks my clit until we’re both building.
“I love looking at you on your knees for me,” I say, wishing I could run my fingers through her hair and yank her harder to my cunt.
“More, Red, I need you to fuck the rage into me. I want you to punish me for everything I’ve done. Hate fuck me the way I know you want to.”
My words topple her over the edge. She moans into my pussy, her back and shoulders arching as she makes herself come.
“Fuck you,” she cries into me. Then she tears her hand out of her trousers and resumes her licking. She pushes another finger inside me, both of them thrusting hard.
“How much do you hate me?” I say, tempting her, teasing her to fuck me even harder. It’s not enough. I want all her rage. I can feel it surging in her blood and that is like a drug to me. It’s rippling off her in waves and it bleeds into my system like a siren call.
“I will always hate you for what you did,” she says and thrusts a little harder.
“Show me,” I say. “Or maybe I should drag your sister in here and show you just how I drained her all over again.”
