Page 28 of Welcome to Carnage

He chuckles. “Ready to be ruined, my little hellion?” he whispers, yanking me around to face him.

“Yes,” I breathe, as his hand gathers the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my head back to expose my throat to him. The glint of his knife catches the moonlight breaking through the trees. “What will you do with that?” I ask, my heart pounding against my ribcage, fear and exhilaration mixing into a heady cocktail.

He runs the dull side of the blade along my exposed skin. His lips press against my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin as he purrs, “I’m going to mark you, Avina. I will carve my initials onto your luscious skin like a fucking tattoo. So, you’ll be reminded who you belong to.” His words ignite a fire within me. “And if any idiot even considers setting their eyes on you naked, they’ll know I’ll come for them. That you’re claimed, and they’ll die at my hands.”

I shudder, a mixture of fear and dark thrill coursing through my veins.

“Why, Nyx?” My voice is a hoarse whisper. “Why me?”

The tickle of his breath makes me shiver. “Why not, Avina?” he retorts, his grip on my hair tightening. “You’re mine and have been since I first saw you.”

“But the knife.” My eyes widen as I glance at the wickedly sharp tool in his hand. “It’s going to hurt.”

He chuckles again. “My sweet, innocent Avina,” he murmurs, his lips feathering kisses down my neck. “Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. And with me, you’ll experience both in ways you never imagined.” His fingers deftly undo the last of my garments, leaving me bare to him. I shiver, not from the cold but from his gaze, raking over me from behind the mask.

“I promise you’ll love it,” he whispers, holding my gaze. The knife is cold against my skin, but his touch is hot, scorching. I’m caught in this turbulent storm of fear and desire. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, a stark contrast to the savage man he is. “Ready?” He asks, his voice barely more than a gravelly whisper.

“Yes,” I surrender, my voice shaky but determined. I brace myself for the pain, the fear, the pleasure. Because he’s right, I belong to him, and he belongs to me. We belong to each other in the most twisted, dark, and beautifully savage way.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “On all fours for me.”

When I don’t move, he pushes me down into the mud and leaves. The fear kicks in a little higher as I realize he has all the power. No more toying. I’m in the hands of a psychopath, and he’s going to claim me.

What does it say about me that I’m more turned on than ever?

The scent of dirty and rotting leaves should be off-putting, but it only adds to my arousal. I feel the cold steel against my ass cheek and his warm hand steadying my hip.

“I’m going to mark you as mine, and it will hurt as it needs to be deep enough to scar.”

I shudder, wondering how dark and depraved this night will get.

“Is there a part of you that’s scared?” Nyx asks, his voice melting into the darkness around us. His hand stills on my hip. “Or maybe you’re excited?” His words are like a caress, sparking a fire within me that I cannot quell.

“Yeah,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper. “Both.”

“That’s my girl,” he growls a hint of pride in his voice. The pressure of the blade against my skin increases, a sharp contrast to the gentle way he’s holding me. “Remember, baby. This is just about us and no one else. Anyone who gets in our way will die.”

Fear and anticipation mingle in my belly, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain, the pleasure, the sweet surrender. The blade cuts into my skin, carving an “N” into my flesh.

I scream at the pain, but the sickest part is that it heightens my pleasure. Every move of his knife against my flesh makes my pussy weep for him.

The blade dances across my skin again, carving out aCright next to theN. “C for Charlton,” he purrs in my ear, husky and low. “And soon you’ll be a Charlton too, all mine.” His free hand trails down my body, fingers dipping into the wetness. “God, baby, you’re dripping for me,” he groans, a growl of pure male satisfaction. “Your pussy is begging for my cock.” His words are rough and dirty, but they only twist the knot of arousal within me tighter.

“You bleed so fucking well. It’s so hot to see your pussy getting wet while I inflict pain.”

And with that, he withdraws the blade, placing it dangerously close to my throbbing clit. The icy metal sends shivers of anticipation through me, its dangerous edge a stark reminder of the primal man who holds me captive. “You ready for more, baby?” Nyx’s voice is rough, laden with lust and desire, making me whimper in longing.

“Yes,” I pant, my voice shaking. “Please, Nyx, I need you.”

A dark chuckle escapes him as he trails the blade down my thigh, marking me with another jagged line. “That’s it, Avina. Beg me. Show me how much you want this.”

As if sensing my readiness, he drops the knife, and I glance back to see him rip off his clothes. His cock stands proud and hard, making me whimper with need. “Do you like what you see, little hellion?”

I nod in response.

He grabs my hips and pulls me off the ground, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. And then he pushes my back against a thick oak tree, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. “It’s time.”

I swallow hard as he pulls off the mask and chucks it to the side. And then he devours my mouth like a hungry savage, and I let him, lost to the darkness he’s dragged me into. My ass is still stinging, the warm blood slick on my skin.

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