“We’ve taken an oath,” he adds, pulling me close with his free hand.
I look down to the knife then back up to his eyes.He’s actually fucking serious?
“A-are you asking if you can cut me?” I swallow nervously as Sean brings his fingers up to slide under one side of my robe, pushing it off one shoulder, then the other, so it falls to my feet on the floor. He turns his knife so it’s sideways, running it acrossmy chest. The cool dull side of the blade instantly causes my nipples to harden as he trails it down my arm.
“No. I’m not asking you, little dove.” He slides the knife back up. “If my secrets are what you want, then you’re askingmeto cut you.”
The knife passes under my collarbone. I don’t look down, I just feel it as it moves between my breasts, my breath a shallow pant as he trails it over my ribs to my belly, and I shudder as he pauses there.
“I protect my president from threats to him or the club. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.”
The knife rests on my stomach, just on the inside of my hip, and I suck in a breath when he suddenly flips it over without warning, the sharp tip against me so fast that I never even have time to think about stopping him. I don’t move. I barely breathe. I just look up at him in horror as my fucked-up body starts to heat in anticipation of what he might do.
“Shall I go on?” His voice is low, and I realize he could push that knife into my flesh any time he chooses. I realize that, in his mind, the trust I’m putting in him to cut me without actually hurting me is the same trust he has in me not to share his sins. But it’s the man he is that I want, and without thinking I simply nod.
“Please,” I whisper, and I see his eyes heat.
My heart pounds in my ears and I feel almost dizzy as Sean presses the knife lightly into my skin. I barely feel it until he’s lifting it from my stomach. It’s when he’s done that I look down and realize just how sharp the knife is, and I feel the slight sting as I begin to bleed from a small shallow slice. My eyes focus as I realize that the cut isn’t just a cut. It’s a tinyS. He’s fucking carved his initial into me. He looks at the blood dripping down from my stomach to my hip then back up to my eyes, and a hunger is there that I can’t explain but I understand.
It’s the same hunger I feel for him as I bleed. Letting goof my body, he places the knife in my shaky hand. The tiniest amount of blood runs along the edge. My blood. I watch as he pulls his shirt off from behind his neck; it lands on the floor and he unbuckles his jeans, quickly losing them and his boxers too, so we stand naked together in the warm morning sun in the middle of my kitchen.
Sean doesn’t speak, he just moves closer, putting his hand over mine, gripping the knife to turn it again. The dull side is now pressed against his skin.
“Now you choose where to mark me,” he commands, dragging the flat side down his chest, leaving a hint of my blood behind. My pussy throbs with this ritual, what I’m saying by allowing this, what I’m committing to as he lets go, his arms falling at his side and the trust lingering in his eyes.
I could kill him right here and he knows it, yet he watches me with a heated want as I give in to the oath. I find the place on his belly equivalent to mine and flip the knife over, then look up into his eyes. He reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me.
“If you cut me too deep here, we’re going to have a problem. So lightly, little dove. This knife has taken fingers in a single slice.”
I nod, trying to catch my breath as he kisses me. As our lips mesh together, I drag the knife down as lightly as I can then pull it back. He breaks our kiss and looks down. “Fuck,” he mutters. My eyes grow wide as I follow his. I didn’t even feel like I was cutting him, but his mark is deeper than mine; it may need stitches and he’s already bleeding more than me. It runs down his center and onto his thigh.
He grabs the knife from me and tosses it down on the table before pressing his body to mine in a searing kiss. I feel the blood from him and the blood from me, sliding over our skin. Even Sean is breathless as he speaks. “Now, little dove, ask me whatever you want to know.”
CHAPTER FORTY
Layla
“When someone wrongs you, do you torture them?” I ask, as he brings his lips down to my neck and kisses me there before speaking under the base of my ear, his hands sliding over me.
“If someone steals from us, I take their hands.” His voice is gruff and makes me break out in goosebumps.
I don’t know what it says about my morals, but God help me, I whimper with the idea of him being capable of such a violent task.
“If someone shares information about our club, or if someone is a rat, I take their tongue.” I imagine the darkness in his eyes in those moments, the man he’d have to become and the certainty with which he’d strike.
I feel my wetness gathering. For all the reasons it shouldn’t turn me on, it does, and Sean knows it. His hands slide over my hips, and he coats his cock in my blood and my eyes roll back.
“I will hunt down and beat any man who threatens us.” His lips press to mine as his thick middle finger slides through my center, bringing my wetness and our blood up to my clit.
“T-then what?” I ask breathlessly.
“Then, if need be, I would repeatedly bring them to the point of death, until they talk. When they finally do and I no longer have a use for them, when I’ve gotten what I need, I watch the life drain from their eyes in a way that satisfies me.” His finger slides into me, pumping slowly, in and out. It’s methodical and intentional, curving into me, coaxing that tight coil of heat to grow as his thumb slides over my clit. My eyes flutter closed and I wonder just how fucked up I am, because I’ve never been this turned on. The sight of our blood together, becoming one, fuels me as I seek more.
“What do you mean,in a way that satisfies you?” I push him to tell me more.
Sean adds another finger, working faster as his lips trail up my neck, to my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before he bites down then speaks low.
“It means that when I remember, when I look back on that kill and how I carried it out, I know there were no loose ends left untied.”
