My blood.
I didn’t know if that was sexy or sick. “Let me go,” the words fell from my mouth without thought as I struggled, but the knife to my neck restricted my movement.
For a moment, his free hand merely tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ears. The gesture so intimate, I almost believed he was contemplating my request. Then that hand grasped one of mine, bringing it to his hard on. “Not until you choke on my dick.”
With a soft gasp, I tugged my hand, but he held it firm, rubbing it over his cock. No man had ever treated me with such arrogance and the harsh thrum of my heartbeat echoed in my ears at the thought of what Remo planned to do with me.
“I’ll never get on my knees for you,” I forced every bit of venom I could muster into that vow.
His tongue rolled over his bottom lip in probable anticipation, the lip ring glistening with wetness. “You say that like you have a choice.”
“I have the right to say no,” I retorted.
“Not when you’ve snagged my attention.” The knife dug deeper, and I felt another trickle of blood. Remo’s eyes darted downward, a flick of excitement the only light to his darkened features.
Either my pain threshold was extremely high, or cutting had taken on a sudden allure because I couldn’t back down. “I didn’t ask for it, nor do I want it,” my reply made it out on a shaky breath.
A muscle in his jaw flexed as his nostrils flared before his breathing evened out, almost like he’d completely stopped seeking air. I didn’t know whether that was a good thing orbad. “I’m not adverse to somnophilia or fucking the corpse of someone I find captivating,” he replied, his tone heavy with a wealth of caution that I should take heed.
“You’re sick.”
“I like to think deranged fits me better.”
God, he had a freaking answer for everything, his bored nonchalance more infuriating by the second. “You can’t keep me here. Dr Carlo will be back soon, he’ll have your ass, friend or not.”
My threat was wasted on him. Remo Rossi gave off an aloof vibe that clearly said, fuck off before you had a chance to open your mouth. Nothing or no one would faze him.
He tilted his head to the side, studying me. “I have all the time in the world. The longer you keep me here, the longer I fuck this pretty mouth.” He rubbed a thumb across my bottom lip and I jerked my head to the side. “Your precious doctor knows exactly what relationships to maintain.”
“Are you saying he’ll let you have your way with me,” I spluttered, not believing that of Dr Carlo. Then again, I didn’t know the extent of his relationship with the Rossi brothers.
“What I’m saying,” he leaned closer until his nose touched mine, the angle of the knife changing to press over my right breast. “As much as I love to suckle a nipple, one drenched in blood will keep my mouth occupied for longer.” His eyes took on a deadly hue, a threat that he probably got off on killing people. “You’d be a beautiful fucking sight walking down the hospital corridors dressed in nothing but the blood of your wounds.”
“You wouldn’t.” I gasped, my eyes darting to the closed door and back to his face. A wolfish grin tugged his lips, daring me to escape. “This is rape,” I spat.
His pupils dilated, almost taking over the blue irises and a moment of utter silence fell between us, like the entire world hadsuddenly gone quiet. My thoughts froze, caution squeezing my tendons, confirming my worst fear was about to happen.
God, this couldn’t be real. This must be a nightmare. My chest tightened, searching for air, the blood in my veins crying for help that probably wouldn’t come. A frustrated sob worked its way up my throat, but I shoved it back down.
“Let me go or I’ll scream.”
His chuckle was darkly erotic.“Oh, little fox, you’re going to scream for me either way.” he coaxed as if he’d just read my mind. “Chances are it will be from how hard I fuck you. No one is going to save you from me.”
His face blurred as tears threatened to form. I blinked them back, furious at my own weakness and took several hard swallows before I gave in. “Fine.” I’d never uttered a more bitter word before.
“Good girl.” His hand replaced the knife on my neck, and I felt my body being forced downward.
My eyes on the blade still within inches of my face, I lowered to my knees. The slide of his zipper, a forewarning of his intention, sent an abrupt chill through my body, but I refused to look when he drew out his cock and instead kept my gaze locked on his.
Narrowing my eyes, I attempted one last snub. “Just so you know, I’m only doing this because you’ve just threatened me,” I fumed. “If I had my way, I’d never let you near me.”
“Aww, you break my heart,” he mocked, letting out a dark laugh that spun chills down my spine. “Now shut the fuck up and suck my cock like a good fucking girl.” He tapped my lips with the cockhead, demanding entrance. A sudden desire to bite it off sprung to mind. “Use your teeth, and I’ll fuck your ass followed by cunt so fucking hard, you’ll feel me for the rest of your fucking life,” he growled.
Oh God, how did he do that. Had my expression given me away? I scowled, the same time my eyes dropped to his dick.
“Holy cow,” I gulped, staring at the small barbell on the circumcised head of a thick, long cock and the Jacob’s ladder along the shaft. As a doctor, I’d seen a few cases of piercings gone wrong, yet I’d never been this intimate with one. “That’s not going to fit in my mouth,” I blurted.
He gripped the back of my head, tilting so that my eyes met his, his ever-present smirk in place. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit. Even if it hurts.”
