“You’re not going to beat me in hand-to-hand. So this is pointless.”
“That’s because you’re a punk bitch and took all your guns into the bathroom. And that told me everything I needed to know.”
There was a glint of something in her vengeful gaze. Disappointment? Sadness. I didn’t know.
“What?” I asked in a reproachful voice. “That I don’t trust you? Can you blame me?” More spit hit my forehead. “Fuck, Helena.” I rammed the blade into the carpet next to her head, gripped her chin hard enough to make her whimper, and forced her mouth open.
She thrashed beneath me in response, sensing what I was about to do but helpless to stop it. I leaned forward and spat into her mouth. Her eyes immediately went wide as I clamped her jaw closed, forcing her to swallow.
“One day, love”—I murmured close to her ear—“it will be my cock stuffed inside that pretty mouth and my cum filling your throat.”
She stopped fighting, her eyes fixed on mine as her chest rose and fell in quick pants.
“You’re a bastard. Should have left you to die.”
I hadn’t realized when she’d gotten hold of a shard of glass, but she sheared the skin on my side. I bit down on my tongue and wrenched her free arm to join the other above her head.
“I see you found your knife.” Her gaze followed my movement as I tore it free and brought the sharpened edge to her chin. “I vividly remember telling you I’d use it on you, hadn’t I?” Pressing the steel to her neck, crimson formed a small bead where the tip penetrated her skin. She closed her eyes and hissed as I pierced her again. Not deep enough to cause significant damage, but just the right amount to make her feel the sting.
“Silas,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes tighter. “Please.”
“Please, what, love?”
Transfixed, my eyes followed the red droplets sliding down her flesh, my mouth suddenly dry. As depraved and irrational as it was, I craved to taste her again. Rage slowly replaced by lust.
Helena’s eyes opened, lazily meeting mine. Those pools of amber thinned as she released a slow breath before speaking. “Do it again.”
Thirteen
LENI
His expression was one of shock. And maybe for a good reason. I had quite literally told him to cut me again. A twinge of shame jabbed the inside of my chest, and I regretted the words I’d let escape, caught in a moment of heightened emotions and spiked adrenaline. My darkest desires and most intrusive thoughts were now on display for him to judge and confirm his accusations about my mental health. I wanted to sink into the floorboards and forget I’d ever seen that look on his face.
“Ihateyou.”
The phrase had barely left my lips when his crashed onto them. Greedy. Merciless. His tongue swept every corner of my mouth, colliding with mine. That large hand of his wrapped around my throat as he kissed and bit his way down until he was over the small wound at my neck. Without hesitation, Silas lapped at the blood I knew was still beading and trickling into my hair.
“Oh…fuck,” I whined when his tongue moved up beneath my chin and over my lips, the metallic taste spilling inside my mouth. My body thrummed, igniting as his eyes burned over me.
“Say it again, love,” he demanded, teeth coming down hard along my neck, the pain lighting up every nerve-ending.
What would I even say? I just needed… I needed…
“I just need to feel… Make me feel. Please.”
Silas paused for the briefest of moments, probably digesting my words and the meaning behind them, when he sat up over my torso and fisted my shirt with both hands. The sound of tearing fabric brought another jolt of arousal and a delicious tremor to roll through my insides and settle deep in my belly.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, sliding the cold blade down between my breasts and torso, barely brushing my skin.
Teasing.
I closed my eyes and arched my back, biting down on my lip and wincing at the pain still fresh there.
“You want me to break this perfect skin? On purpose?”
Wetness hit the cradle of my pelvis. I knew it wasn’t my blood, that he hadn’t cut me yet, and that’s when I saw the knife wound on the side of his head and how it had dripped down his body and onto me.
“I cutyou. It’s only fair,” I said, using two fingers and dipping them into the small red puddle. Silas watched with hooded eyes as I smeared his blood up my stomach and over one nipple, then the other, drawing circles around each one.
