Page 123 of The Night Shift
My mouth goes dry.
He slides on the condom. “I can feel you dripping all over my pants, love.”
Scalpel still clenched between my teeth, my eyes snap up to his.
“And I’d rather feel it around my cock.” He spits on his fingers before bringing them underneath my skirt, rubbing between my legs.
Oh, fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut and stifle a moan. He pinches my clit and shoves one finger inside. “God, you’re so tight, Holly. I can feel every fucking spasm.” He adds a second finger, his thumb drawing slow, even circles over it, perfectly in time with the crook of his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand, make yourself come.” He draws his fingers back out, sliding them up and my entire body jerks when he squeezes lightly.
“You like that?”
I think I nod, so he does it again. Harder.
He kisses my nose, his fingers sliding up and down, in and out, bringing me to the edge. Harder. Faster. “Good girl. Come for me.”
And I do. I come so fucking hard, screaming through the metal gag in mouth. My pussy clamps around his fingers, holding him there as rivulets of pleasure wash through me in hot waves, one after the other.
Theo doesn’t stop. One hand still wrapped around both my wrists, he uses the other to lift me up, positioning me over his cock, and slams it inside my throbbing pussy, fucking me through my orgasm. “One more. Give me one more, baby.”
My initial yelp turns into a series of whimpering moans as he pounds me from below.
Theo groans, his forehead falling against my sweaty cheek. He slides his cock out until just the tip remains, then slams up again. And again, and again. He fucks me in a fast, brutal rhythm, making me take every hard inch until his balls are slapping against my skin and my moans turn into muffled screams.
My eyes drift past his shoulder—to the body sprawled out behind him. The blood. So much blood. Pooled around his caved-in skull. My pussy clenches. Fuck. I keep staring at it as Theo’s cock moves savagely inside me, unraveling something inside my chest, andoh god, ohfuck, yes— Theo grips my chin and forces my gaze to him. “Look atme.”
I frown, a small grunt of protest escaping my throat, but he doesn’t loosen his hold. Instead, he leans in, mouth brushing mine as he takes the scalpel from between my lips with his own, and at the same time lets go of one of my wrists. Just one.
He takes my hand, wraps my fingers around the scalpel, and presses the tip against his bare chest. “Cut.”
My breath catches. “What?”
“I know watching people bleed turns you on. But you’re not going to come aroundmycock looking at someone else’s blood.” His hands are firm on my waist, and he’s holding my gaze. “So,cut.”
This is so twisted. Fucked-up beyond measure. Yet the idea makes my entire body buzz with anticipation. “You want me to cut you?”
“I want you to make me bleed, love.” His calloused palm lands on my ass in a tight slap. My body jerks and the blade makes the smallest nick on his skin. A drop of blood blooms and both of us watch in fascination as it trickles down his chest.
“Again,” he says, still bucking his cock into me.
My chest is heaving. I bring the blade to his throat and make a shallow cut. Theo hisses, fucking me faster. A thin trickle of blood runs down his clavicle.
Sweat gleams on his skin, and taut muscles cord his neck. “More. Tell me the worst thing you've ever thought of doing to me while I make you come.” He pushes his cock in deeper while keeping his thumb pressed on my clit, moving in strong circular motions.
My head falls against his, my breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. The scalpel trembles in my grip as I press it to his shoulder, dragging the blade just enough to break the skin. Another shallow cut. Another line of red. “I…I want to drive my scalpel deep inside your neck and drag it down till your sternum splits open.”
“Fuck, yes.” He fucks me harder. “Don’t stop.”
“I…I want to glide it over your tongue and cut. I want the blood to fill your mouth until it spills over…dribbling down your chin. I want…Theo, I can’t — oh, fuck, oh, god!”
Blinding pleasure shoots up my spine as he lightly pinches my clit. “Relax. You can handle it.”
“Please.” I manage to choke out.
“Please, what?”
I am going to smack him. I am going to smack him so fucking hard. “I need to come.”
“Beg for it.”
