“Such a good girl,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ll see how long that lasts once your monster comes out.”
He pushed the tip of the blade’s hilt inside me, and I half-moaned, half-growled at the pleasurable pinching sensation of being filled. With one hand skimming up my hip to land on my breast, he kept the other working, pumping the knife into me with slow, measured strokes. Ducking his head, kissed my throat, then painted a long lick between my breasts. The wound had healed by now, but what remained of the blood he licked up like a ravenous animal.
Eros’ motions picked up the pace, harder, deeper. His breath became more labored, barreling out in short, gruff huffs. I sagged on my chain, my legs shaking too much to hold me. The metal bands circling my wrists sliced into my flesh sending, blood tricking down my arms. But I didn’t care because the man between my legs demanded every fiber of my attention.
Bringing my mouth to his throat, I bit him. He flinched when my teeth sunk into him, but he didn’t pull away. His blood seeped into my mouth, thick, hot, deliciously sinful. It spread through me like wildfire, turning my entire body molten.
My monster shifted again, but she still lurked just beneath the surface.
“Come out,” Eros rasped in my ear. He lifted his hand from my breast to squeeze my throat, applying enough pressure to leave me panting. “Show me exactly what you’re capable of. And maybe I’ll give you the cock you’re obviously so desperate for.”
His whisper was so low, almost like it wasn’t meant for me. My belly fluttered with a heady mix of lust and emotion.
“A limp dick like you can’t mate a female like me. My monster will rip you apart, just like the last piece of shit that tried to touch me,” I taunted, trying to rein back the stupid smile curving my lips.
“Limp dick, huh?” The vampire gave a rough laugh, his hand dropping to the fly of his pants. My jaw fell open when a very thick, erect cock sprang out. “Might wanna rethink that name, Doll.”
“As for not being able to mate you, bring your monster out so I can have my fun proving you wrong.”
He stopped fucking me with the knife, pausing when I was so damn close to the edge. I bucked my hips, trying to force the hilt deeper, searching for more friction. “Don’t stop.”
Eros’ gaze hardened. His jaw flexed. I could swear I heard all the monsters shifting, stepping as far away from their cruel master as their cages would allow. We could all taste the reaper’s authority, lacing the air like a noxious gas.
“Listen to me. While you’re here in my slaughterhouse, you’re no princess of mine. You’re a monster, and other than me, you’re the most dangerous one in here. So right now, I’m the one giving the orders. If you’re a good little pet, and you do as I say, I’ll give you exactly what you’re dripping cunt needs. Then you can return to the coven, a princess in a palace instead of a beast on a chain.”
“You’re the fucking beast—oh!” He twisted the knife and angled it so that its butt hit that hidden pleasure point inside me, making me see stars. He resumed fucking me with the knife, this time at a pace that had me panting, shaking, and screaming with unbridled pleasure.
I came violently. My orgasm slicked down my quivering thighs. I looked down to see my cum dripping into the drain at my feet, swirling together with Eros’ inky blood from his grip around the blade.
He held the knife up between us, turning it slightly, so the light demonstrated how wet I’d left the leather hilt. Bringing it to his mouth, he pushed it past his lips and made an obscene show of sucking it clean.
Fire shot through my veins, and the atmosphere intensified. “We’re going to have so much fun together, Doll.”
When my eyes widened, he laughed. “That’s right. We’re only getting started.” He turned the knife around, pressing that point to my heaving breast. He plucked at one of my nipple piercings before slowly dragging the blade to the center of my chest.
“We’re not stopping until I get your monster out. One way or another, I’ll do it. Even if I have to cut her out.”
Chapter eleven
“Mine”
Asurprisedyelptorefrom my chest with the first cut. He was carving something into my chest. Tipping my head back, I peered into the dark look of concentration, etching his features. His chiseled warmth was like a gag, making it almost impossible to breathe. My head spun. My vision blurred, and for a second, I saw two of him. I wondered if I could handle two of him. Probably. Definitely.
I cried out when I felt a sting at the back of my skull, and when he came into view, I realized he was fisting my hair at my nape, anchoring my head back and forcing my gaze to his.
“Stay with me. I’m not finished with you. Not even close.”
He released his hold on my head, and it fell forward, so my brow rested on his shoulder then his fingers traced my spine down to the small of my back. While his one hand cut into my skin, the other rubbed soothing circles over my ass cheek and my thigh, then slid between my legs to work me toward another mind-obliterating climax.
The pain in my chest mixed with the hot throbbing pleasure of his fingers in my pussy had me writhing and bucking beneath his torture.
“You take me so well. Doesn’t matter if I’m fucking you with a knife or my cock. You know how to take me. No matter how I decide to own your body, you take everything I give you so beautifully.”
He leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to my nose. I blinked at him, dazed and a little confused by the tenderness in his eyes. “I do?” I whispered, suddenly feeling so vulnerable and, ironically… safe.
He nodded, pressing another kiss to my brow. “Mhm. It’s what I love so damn much about you. Doesn’t matter what's thrown at you. You don't break. And you never will. You were born from a relationship so wrong and unnatural, and you manage to be the most brilliant, radiant, chaotic source of light I’ve ever seen. It’s no fucking wonder you’ve got my brothers and me all wrapped around your fangs. You’re just as broken as we are, but you have what it takes to put all of us together again.”
As he spoke, his fingers curved, stroking my inner walls with gentle, loving caresses. His deep voice wrapped around me, holding me close while he finished off the last touches of his carving with a flick of his wrist. We were both shaking, struggling to breathe, and dangerously close to our breaking point.
