Page 8 of Death Kiss

The way his fist clenches tells me he knows exactly what I mean.

‘Blaze of glory. We’ll go out on a river of their blood if we have to.’ I keep my eyes on him as I say it, and can read the pain there. The thought of anyone hurting me brings him doubt that we can ill afford.

‘I won’t go on if anything happens to you.’ Liam runs a hand over my arm, and I swallow. I’m not ready to dip into emotions, so I change the subject.

‘Do I look scary?’ I ask.

Liam’s gaze drops to my tits. ‘No, you look fuckable.’

Good.

Turning, I place the knife lightly to his chest. ‘Then get your clothes off and prove it.’

He drags his hoodie off and drops his trousers, before tossing his t-shirt and underpants aside.

‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ I say, dancing my fingers over the mix of ivy tattoos and old scars across his stomach. We stand there naked except for our masks, tension coiling around us. ‘Lay down.’

Liam does as he’s told, stretching out over the bed, his dick rising thickly, the piercing glinting in the light.

Mine, I think, the possessive word thrumming through me.

His fingers graze my hips as I climb over him, positioning myself at his tip, but holding off that first, glorious slide over him.

Touching the blade to my stomach, I scratch it upward, a thin red line appearing. Not enough to cut, but leaving a mark all the same.

‘Are you okay with this?’ I ask, knowing that the heady mix of sex and violence I enjoy has darker memories for him. Knowing that he indulges my needs, possibly at the expense of his own.

‘Put that pretty cunt on me, and I’ll be your puppet, Princess.’

His expression is hidden as I inch my way down over his thickness, but the way his breath catches has me soaked. I still halfway down and squeeze. His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips, and he shoves me downward until I whimper, stretched over him.

Arching my hips, I adjust to his size, revelling in the twists of pleasure it sends through me.

I place the knife flat against his chest, supporting myself as I torment him with my pussy. A gasp tumbles from beneath his mask as the blade digs into skin.

‘Harder, Kat. Show me how fearless you’re going to be when we kill them.’ His goading has me sliding the blade higher until it presses against the beating side of his throat. My pace quickens as Liam stills beneath me, lost in the bite of the knife and the slick slap of my hips.

Pressure builds until our moans braid together in pure, dark lust.

‘This is so wrong,’ I whimper, my finger trembling on the metal handle. Liam slides his hand over mine, digging the blade deeper into his skin.

‘And yet, you love it,’ Liam groans. ‘As do I.’

Given that I’m wetter than an otter in a carwash, he’s not wrong.

My thighs are burning, but I don’t stop. I chase the darkness. Flashes of being chained and forced to fuck, driving me onward. I know it’s wrong, but when I’m safe with Liam, the memories of that night come in waves that touch a part of me I can’t explain.

‘Kat,’ Liam growls, pulling me back to him. ‘Eyes on me.’

I can’t see them fully, the pink hearts framing them. The roughness in his voice makes me forget any delusions of being scary.

I squeal when he flips us over, slamming hard between my thighs and using one hand to capture my wrists above my head. Dark laughter spills from below his mask as he thrusts deep, his fat cock filling me to bursting. My thighs quake, and I’m so fucking close.

But he doesn’t let me fall over the edge. He holds me there in the delicious torture of his rocking hips, stilling every time my muscles tighten.

‘Liam!’ I cry out in frustration.

‘Do you want me to fuck you into an orgasm, sweetness? Or tease you into one with your own knife?’ He tips my mask off, keeping his in place, before picking up the curved blade and dragging it over my nipples. The bite of the metal has me seeing stars. ‘Tell me you want this.’