Page 40 of Enemy of the Heart

“Alright, well, that’s never stopped you before,” she rasps as I let go of her. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she discards it. “If I don’t like what you do, I’ll just kill you.”

Unable to stop myself, I grip her face and toss it from side to side. My fingers dig into her cheeks. “Enough talking. You’re only to open your mouth to pray for fucking mercy, Lou.”

With a shove, I release her. She catches herself with her palms on the table. “Oh, God, save me. The big, scary soldier is going to hurt me.” Her voice reaches a playful octave that fills me with the overwhelming desire to make her fucking bleed. Then, she rolls her goddamn eyes.

Motherfucking brat. I wrap my hand around the column of her porcelain neck and squeeze the sides in warning. “God won’t grant your request, baby, and now neither will I.”

The pull toward the tools behind me is undeniable. My fingers twitch with the involuntary need to reach for the items on the shelves, to inflict the maximum amount of pain and suffering.

Abandoning her, I stalk to the shelves, scanning the unlimited resources. The racks are lined with knives, scalpels, hatchets, drills, ropes, cuffs, whips, fire-breathing torches, saws, canes, pliers, chains, you fucking name it.

I use the few moments of space to try to get control of myself. It’s useless.

I’m not the least bit surprised to find that Viktor has his own version of a playpen. I’m even less surprised that he has so many items at his disposal. Ex-I was well-stocked, but it had nothing on the instruments of torture available here. The army could take some notes from the mafia.

Selecting a knife, whose sharp edge glints under the shelving lights, and the snake whip, I turn back to Lou now sitting on the table, scrutinizing me with rapt attention. She eyes the whip warily. I’ve known since we were at Ex-I that she doesn’t have a positive relationship with this weapon. We’ll be breaking together.

Setting the whip on the metal table next to her thigh, I remove my sling. I need two hands for what I have planned. “Remember that you asked for this, baby.”

Her eyes glimmer as I hold the knife in my bum hand, but she remains silent. I grip her by the hair and drag her off the table. With her now standing naked in the middle of the room, I prowl around her like a predator.

Darkness has edged its way into my vision, threatening to consume me entirely, and I’m on the verge of succumbing. Circling back to her front, I glance at the sharp blade in my hand, glinting under the harsh overhead lights. Will she still love me after this? Is making her bleed for me, cry for me, hurt for me going too far?

My mind swirls with anxious thoughts, and I’m about to attempt the impossible feat of wrestling the monster back into his cage when Lou tips her chin up defiantly, staring into my eyes as she taunts me, “I dare you to cut me like a good little boy toy.”

For fuck’s sake. Her, albeit childish, method works, and whatever thread of resolve I was holding on to for dear fucking life vanishes. I’m attacking her an instant later like a rabid animal.

I drag the spine of the blade around one nipple, then the other, careful of her still-healing wounds. “Lace your fingers together behind your back. Don’t move them.”

She eagerly follows my command with a wide, feral grin on her lips. Blood wells in the center of her rosy peaks as I press a knife to them. When I pinch her nipple hard, she cries out as I admire the scarlet ichor dripping from her. The sight of it sliding down her torso, leaving a beautiful bloody trail in its wake, makes me harder than marble, bordering on painful. I want nothing more than to create a map of crimson paths and wander over the expanse of her olive skin.

I repeat the process on the other nipple, enjoying the way the thick scarlet rivulet trickles down the curve of her breast, painting the black and white scales of her snake tattoo red.

“You’re nothing but a sadist’s little whore.”

She moans, but it’s a lecherous sound, not one of agony.

“Only the dirtiest sluts would enjoy being hurt this way.” I lean in and add in a whisper, “I bet you’re so wet right now.”

Moving the blade south, I draw a small garnet x just above her clit. Since I’ve created a treasure map of crimson pathways, I needed to mark the treasure. Part of me—a large part—hopes it scars.

A lone tear trails down her pretty face as she wails in pain, making my cock swell further, and a smile touches my lips. I can tell she’s fighting the urge to unlace her hands.

After noisily tossing the knife onto the table, I pinch both nipples again, summoning more blood before spreading it over her abdomen. She screams again as I dip two fingers into the bloody x I marked on her skin, thrusting those fingers into her hot cunt.

Her weeping pussy is crying for me and grips my fingers with strong jaws. “I can’t bathe in your blood, baby, but I can absolutely fuck you in it.”

She stares me down, defiance sparkling in her gaze as she tells me in an English accent that sounds even thicker than usual, “Go on then, rearrange my intestines.”

I missed this side of Lou. A dark, depraved chuckle leaves me as I lead her by the hair over to the metal table once more, bending her back over it and spreading her legs wide. I have no doubt that it’s an uncomfortable position for her, but that’s the idea. She’s unlaced her hands and is now clawing the top of the table over her head—probably on purpose.

She’ll be sorry she did that in a moment.

I pull my cock free of its confinement, then drag it through her blood. When I plunge inside, her hot warmth envelops me. Fuck, she feels so good. She yells out as satisfaction tumbles through me and my chest vibrates.

Coating my hands in the blood from her breasts, I drag them down her body as she leans into my touch. Her greedy pussy wraps itself around me, providing the most delicious resistance. I groan at the all-consuming pleasure. Louhi whimpers beneath me, and I can’t help but sweep my blood-soaked hands over her sensitive clit. I paint her body red as I plunge into her over and over, on the edge of my release.

Bound and determined to beat her to bliss and edge her into fucking oblivion, I thrust harder and faster. When she’s beginning to quake, I pull my hands from her, and she clamps down around me. I don’t even bother to hold myself back from spilling myself into her either.