And when I keep hold of her blue eyes and she doesn’t recoil away from my stare, I reach behind me and pull out a small blade from my pocket.
I watch for fear to cross her features. For her to ask me what the hell I’m doing, but none of that ever comes.
She’s either insane or cunning.
I’m thinking a little of both.
Flicking the switchblade open, Bay watches me with ease as I press the sharp tip into my index finger, feeling my skin slice open and releasing a soft sigh from my lips. It’s like extricating all the pent-up disgrace and anxiety coursing through my veins since she said she wasn’t leaving. The way she can sense me as I can feel her.
A connection equally as terrifying as it is intriguing.
Slowly, I hold out the knife to Bay, fully expecting her to glower or knock the thing out of my palm, but she slips it from between my digits and takes it into her possession.
Nothing is more like an aphrodisiac than blood to me.
It’s pure and bright. The substance oozes out freely and without reservation.
But it’s not my favorite color.
It’s blue.
The same blue that holds its color in Bay’s icy eyes.
The exact ones that contain mine when she slowly slides the metal against the soft flesh of her own finger. Her nostrils flare only a twitch before she silently waits for further instruction. I gaze down at the red slowly pooling from her flesh, and I don’t believe I’d normally like the sight of her gushing in pain, but she’s bleeding forme.
I raise my hand, watching Bay mock my actions before pressing her palm daintily into mine. My cock stirs slightly in my jeans as I bring our joined hands to my lips. Her blue eyes are keen with curiosity as she patiently waits for my next move.
My mouth gently wraps around her index finger, immediately tasting metal against my tongue as her cushion-like lips part.
Her hand slightly flinches against mine, but she doesn’t pull away as I suck, my balls tightening from the taste of her soft skin against my taste buds as I bid myself to let her go.
Every nerve ending in my body screams at me to drop her hand.
That this is dangerous.
This is everything I shouldn’t want but everything I need.
I don’t fit in the realm of what my brothers do with her. She’s not mine like that. I’ll never be able to form a physical relationship with Bay because I can barely handle this without fear and unease eating away at me.
After a few waning seconds, I release her, drawing her finger down my bottom lip for one last brush before gently dropping it altogether.
Bay stares at me in a way she’s never looked at me before. Her eyes are slightly wider than normal, and she hasn’t pried them away, as if she’s in a trance of some sort.
It’s not until she lifts her hand that I chase after hers again. The familiarity of us doing this several times already is beginning to become second nature to me at this point.
And when she brings my bleeding finger to her lips, all bodily functions in me freeze.
Her lips are so velvety when she makes the tip of my digit disappear. Her wet tongue darts across the cut, and a whole shiver racks through my body, making it buzz in response while my blood pumps ferociously in my veins towardher.
Vivian would never do this.
She would never take me with an open wound and suck me into her body. I don’t believe she’d even help me dress it, not that it’s huge or anything, but a Band-Aid would be the most common sense thing to do.
Bay keeps her focus locked on mine as she gives my finger one last swallow, and my cock jerks needily in my jeans again.
I can’t remember the last time that happened besides the woman who had me murder the guy she cheated on Cairo with.
I never would’ve fucked Vivian behind Cairo’s back.
