“I don’t know what to do,” she huffs, her eyes jumping from Carl to me to the scalpel and back again.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I ask, “Do you want me to do it?”
She thinks about it for a long moment before shaking her head dismissively, “I should do it.”
“I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”
With a determined look in her eyes, she takes a deep breath and reaches for the scalpel.
“Ah!” I take the blade from her hand and place it back on the tray. “It would be a shame to ruin that dress.” Pressing my lips to her shoulder, my fingers skim down her spine until they find the zipper. “Let me help you with that.” With a grateful smile, she nods, allowing me to unzip her dress, revealing the delicate lace underneath.
I groan, “fuck, bug,” pushing her dress to the floor and tracing her curves with my hands. “You look stunning,” I murmur, running my fingers along the intricate lace pattern of her lingerie.
Taking the blindfold from my pocket, I cover Carl’s eyes. No one gets to see my woman like this but me. Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” plays softly in the background, setting the perfect mood for what’s about to come next.
I strip down to my boxers, pressing my body against hers, and watch her trembling hand reach for the scalpel. “It’s ok, baby,” I whisper, taking her hand and guiding it to Carl’s chest. “Just a little…” I press down gently, the blade piercing his skin. The blood trickles out, pooling on the floor, I smile at my beautiful accomplice. “Deeper.” Releasing her hand, I watch her press the scalpel deeper into Carl’s chest. The room fills with the sound of his muffled screams, drowned out by Elvis Presley’s crooning voice in the background.
“Would it be a sin?” I nip her ear, singing softly along with the music, “If I can’t help falling in love with you?” I can’t keep my hands off her, watching her carve into Carl’s flesh is turning me damn near feral. I knew Katie would look magnificent covered in blood, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.
My hands move for her breasts, squeezing them possessively as she works, a twisted sense of satisfaction filling me as I watch the scene unfold. Katie’s eyes meet mine, my mouth crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Our love is a beautiful, bloody masterpiece.
Rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Katie moans softly, the sound blending with the music in a hauntingly magnificent way. “Don’t stop, bug.”
The blade returns to Carl’s flesh at the same moment I slide my hand beneath her lace thong, feeling her warmth and wetness against my fingertips.
“Aiden…”
“Don’t stop, Katie.” My mouth is on her neck now, leaving a trail of kisses down her collarbone. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Her hand moves further south, a wicked gleam in her eye as she presses the blade into Carl’s ball sack.
My thumb swipes over her clit and she cries out. Taking her free hand, I bring it around, pressing it to my throbbing cock, her fingers wrap around me in a tight grip. “Fuck, that’s it,” I groan. “You see how crazy you make me, baby?”
She nods, her eyes dark with desire as she continues to stroke me. “I want you.”
“Finish the job, bug. Finish him, and I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll forget your own name.” With a wicked grin, she tightens her grip on my cock, twisting at the tip, I surge forward. “Christ, bug!” Grabbing her jaw, I pull her in for a deep, hungry kiss, my hands gliding over her body as she continues to pump me. “You wanna play this game?” I growl, shoving down my underwear just enough to free myself completely.
Her gaze drops to my cock, and she licks her lips.
“Turn around,” I command, “And finish the job.” She smirks but obeys, and just to tease me further, she bends slightly, offering up her dripping cunt for me to take. Running my hands over her arse, I wait for her to continue carving before sliding the head of my cock through her glistening folds. It takes every shred of will-power I have not to thrust into her right now, especially when she moans and pushes back, trying to take me in deeper. “Naughty girl, " I growl, gripping her hip and running the head of my cock along her slick entrance again. “You’re going to have to wait for it.”
Her breath hitches. she looks back at me with pleading eyes, begging me to fill her greedy cunt. Sliding my hand between her legs, I coat my fingers in her juices, teasing her throbbing clit, making her squirm.
She fists the scalpel in her hand and cuts straight through Carl’s flaccid cock. I press two fingers inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.
Katie drops the scalpel, her bloodied hands clawing at my arms as she arches her back. “Please,” she begs, her voice desperate and needy.
With a wicked grin, I lean in and whisper, “You’ll have to earn it.” Curling my fingers inside her, I feel her walls clench around me as she gasps for breath. “He’s still alive.”
She reaches back, and I feel her fingers close around my cock, she tries to stroke it in a feeble attempt to distract me. I grab her wrist and pin it down, increasing the pressure of my fingers inside her until she lets out a desperate cry for release. Every moan, every sharp intake of breath has me dripping with desire. A quick fuck is not going to do anything to satisfy me now. I need a rush—something as deliciously dangerousand forbidden as the situation we find ourselves in.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? Covered in blood, desperate, needy, calling my name like a prayer.” I thrust up just enough to slide the head of my cock into her slick heat, relishing in the feeling her muscles clench around me. She gasps for more. “You want this cock, bug?” I ask, withdrawing slowly.
“Yes,” she pushes back, trying to impale herself on me.
“Then kill him, Katie; show me how badly you want it,” I growl. “Show me what my girl is capable of.”
Her head snaps back to Carl’s body, the rage, the desire, and the hunger evident in her eyes, she plucks up a hunting knife and plunges it into his chest with a primal scream.
