“I love seeing him suffer,” I whisper, the admission a secret only for Jasper’s ears.
“I know you do, Starling.”
Jasper turns to me, scalpel still in hand, blood dripping onto the gloves. “There’s no shame in admitting something so primal, Darling.”
He beckons me, and I step into his space. He cups my face, smearing the fresh blood on my chin and cheeks, and kisses me deeply. I open my lips to let his tongue in, my need for him a desperate one. I press my body against his, and one hand travels to my neck, holding me in place. His favorite thing to do. The other tangles in my long hair. He bruises my lips as he explores my mouth. His fingers clasp my hair, fisting it. Neither of us pays attention to the moaning man next to us, enraptured with each other.
“Seeing you painted in another man’s blood, caused by my hands, is a different kind of sexy,” he breathes, and I giggle. “Yet, he doesn’t deserve to be this close to you.”
He hoists me up and carries me out of the room.
Chapter Nineteen
Ihum with pleasure as I lean against Jasper’s chest in the warm water, the bath filled with a rose-scented oil. Lazily, he circles the washcloth over my breasts. First, we had showered, and Jasper had gently washed away Marvin’s remnants. After, he had prepared the bath for us.
He kisses me on my neck, my earlobe, and nudges his head against mine. I close my eyes in contentment, not a single thought about the man downstairs, suffering with blades in his mouth and cut-open eyelids. Just pure bliss. Scented candles that smell of fir surround us, their wicks crackling like wooden logs in a hearth.
“I want to see you covered inmyblood. Writhing as I fuck you… hard.” He whispers the words, his breath caressing my ear, and goosebumps spread on my flesh. My breath hitches. I pause before I speak.
“I want your cock covered in mine,” I breathe.
I feel his grin against my skin. He grazes my neck with his teeth. A tingling sensation travels down my spine, straight between my thighs.
“Where would I cut you?” he says.
His tongue glides over my shoulder.
“My inner thigh…”
“While I eat you out?”
My throat tightens at the idea; a blade cutting through my flesh, while he licks my clitoris. A sharp pain soothed by pleasure. I’m glad the steam of the hot water makes my cheeks heat as well, and not just the vivid imagery in my head. I take a deep breath before I answer.
“Yes…”
“Are you getting shy?” he chuckles, picking up on my timidness.
He widens my legs and traces a line against my thigh with a finger while he gently rubs my clitoris, mimicking our outspoken scenario. I feel my stomach muscles twitch as he increases the pressure. He brushes his lips over my shoulder, then I feel his teeth. A mean sting erupts as he pinches my flesh, but instantly, he increases the pressure, and I feel the orgasm building as he repeats the pinching and tracing of my flesh. It crashes over me, and my convulsing causes water to slosh over the ridge of the tub.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Come for me,” he edges me on, and I ignore the waves I create in the rippling water as I ride out my pleasure.
I pant heavily as I recover from the intense climax. Jasper lifts me up and twists me in the bath, making me straddle him. I let him impale me, and I feel my vaginal walls clench around his erect cock. I lean in, and our foreheads touch, as I roll my hips with idle cruelty. He holds my gaze hungrily as he slips in andout of me, the stretch each time a new sensation of relish. His strong hands imprinted in my flesh guide our rhythm.
He comes undone with a loud roar.
“Next time, you’ll be covered inmyblood,” he says with a gravelly voice, and I give him a satisfied smile. “And you inmine.”
Marvin’s face is covered in pus-infested sores and blisters, covered with a blanket of crusted scarlet as if it lays his skin to rest. The corners of his mouth have crumbles of dried blood as well.
I watch as the baby pink wax slowly dissolves as the heat rises. I stir the spatula through the mixture, the beads becoming fluid. Next to his face, I place a stack of cotton pads. I turn the heat of the little machine to the max. I want that wax to burn.
When I told Jasper about my idea as we enjoyed our bath, he kissed me everywhere, loving how diabolical the idea was.
The pink wax has a slight shimmer, and as I hold up the spatula, the substance drips back into the heated bowl.
Marvin groans as he moves his head toward us, to the noise we’re making. Jasper and I are teasing each other, and we make out like teenagers without a care in the world, while our victim lies in front of us, restrained to the mortuary table.
I scoop up a large chunk of wax and smear it across his raw, peeling flesh. A scream erupts from his throat, followed by a whimper. The stuck razorblades rip themselves free, adding another layer of pain. Roughly, I slap the cotton pad over thewax and press down, feeling some of the blisters pop. I wait a few seconds for the wax to harden, then peel at the pad’s corners. When I can grasp it, I wrap my index finger and thumb around it and pull hard.
