Romeo growls, swinging his leg, catching me in the stomach, causing a grunt to fall from my lips. I return a punch to his own, causing him to curse.
“Try that again and I’ll break your fucking legs,” I growl, waiting for him to nod before strapping his legs down. Standing back, I admire him, he’s almost star fished, and my dick grows at the sight.
I watch how his jaw clenches, his eyes flare in fury as I stand so close, and I can feel his breath over my skin. I grab his jaw, forcing his eyes to mine. “My little plaything.” He fights my grip, shaking his head. When I pull the knife out of my pocket, he catches it out the corner of his eye. His whole body goes solid, but his eyes turn to me, almost in a dare.
Only I don't do as expected, instead I cut his top off, the material falling in shredded strips between us. Next, I go to his trousers, doing the same until he is completely bare to me.
His cock hard and angry makes my brow rise, and I slap it with the flat part of the knife, stealing his breath, that part of his body so close to the blade. Feeling my own dick grow, I place the tip of the knife along his cheekbone, down to those poisonous lips, stopping myself from going any harder when a droplet of blood falls down his chin. I carry on, using the blade to smudge the crimson into his skin, tracking its movement. Tracing the tip across his neck, leaving a red mark. Drawing the blood to the surface but not cutting the skin. Our deep breathing matches as I drag it further down his chest, around his dark nipples, turning the blade sidewards as if I'm going to cut them.
A whimper leaves Romeo’s lips. When I lift my eyes to his, the sight makes my heart stutter. The look of fear and pleasure written all over his face is like a drug to a man like me.
I move the blade over every ripple of muscle. Going lower and lower before touching the coolness of the blade to his shaft, hearing another whimper as his dick twitches. Moving the blade to his heavy ball sack, turning so it’s sideward and more of the metal touches that sensitive area. I watch as they draw up, and his breathing turns to pants then just as his eyes flutter shut, I slice his thigh.
“Fuck!” comes from gritted teeth, pain overtaking the lust.
“Did I say you could cum? Take pleasure from me?” Romeo bites his lips, shaking his head as blood trickles down his leg, as his eyes beg for more.
I fall to my knees, looking up at him before I lick the blood that fell from his veins like tears. Savouring the metallic taste, knowing it's my betrayer’s, my enemy’s makes it that much sweeter.
Something in tasting his pain, soothed my own. Like our pain had joined, just like our soul’s had all those years ago. I rise to my feet, keeping my eyes on him as I grab a hold of his cock, wrapping my fist around it, and I pull and twist in a way that brings pleasure. Watching as his eyelids fall, the hitch in his breath returning, and the flutter of his pulse beneath the surface. I press my thumb in the wound, making him scream in pain, in pleasure that has no place to go. It mixes with the pain. I’d learnt that pleasure can be more painful than any pain.
Chapter Twelve
Romeo
My body doesn’t know what to do; to beg, come closer or get away. All my senses become hyper. I can smell the testosterone that is escaping his pores. Can taste the danger and anger that's coming off him in waves. That dark look of desire in his eyes. Another scream escapes my lips, only Remy thinks it's in pain, the truth it is a roar for more. I was borne open for a man that wanted to kill me. He had already drawn my blood. Giving me so much pleasure that I no longer knew if that's what hummed beneath my skin, or if it had all turned to pain. My body is confused, and the look in Remy's eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing. Playing my body like his own personal instrument. Making me exactly what he said. Making me his plaything.
I swear he could see it in my eyes, how much I hated him, craved him.
My body begged for the pain, the pleasure, for him to consume me. To break the distance the years had taken. To join our darkness.
Hot lips covered mine, the metallic taste of my own blood sending a shiver through me. I can't bite back the groan as his tongue sweeps against mine. This time I submit, letting go of everything, except the feeling he is giving me.
“Do you know I still hear their screams?” he growls against my lips before biting, breaking the skin. When he pulls back there's blood on his lips. He rubs my swollen bottom lip, pressing hard enough to hiss. “All because of these poisonous lips.” His eyes flick to mine before I hear the click, and with my ankles still held apart, I fall to my knees with a thud. Pain shoots through my legs and up my spine, and before I have a chance to gasp a breath, Remy’s thick cock is pushed between my lips. Hard as diamond and throbbing, heavy and warm on my tongue. I could easily bite down, show him pain. What it's like to be on the receiving end of it. But
