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Kain latches his fingers into the ribbons of my corset and guides me down to lie on the table, climbing over me while our tongues dance together in a symphony of fury and craving. All those pent-up feelings inside both of us finally gushing to the surface, spilling into each other for the final time.

His hand travels up my leg, then all movement stops. The knife is slid out from the belt as our breathing fills the room. Kain pulls it out slowly, a bead of blood sits on the tip of the knife from where it dug into my leg.

I’m ready to explain myself when a slow, wicked smile grows on his face as he faces me. “Little. Fucking. Devil. Where did you get this from?”

I snatch it off him, hauling myself to sit. With the knife gripped in my palm, I rip open his shirt. My mouth parts as I drink him in. He’s so broad, so hard. He loves me. He protects me. I don’t want to fucking hide my feelings for him anymore. If this is the last time we can be with each other, I need him to know how I feel because I know that even if I ran after all of this, he would chase me. If I die, at least he’ll know that I felt all of it. For him.

Possessiveness overwhelms me. I don’t know why I ever thought I could move on from Kain.

I bring my lips to his chest, placing gentle kisses around his it as my free hand roams down his hard abs and finds its place in the hem of his trousers, pulling him impossibly closer. There’s no bruises on his skin like before, but I make up for every one that I missed since that night. A sigh leaves his mouth as I begin working his belt open. I swiftly pull it out through the loops and undo his button, his breathing quickening.

“What are you planning, little devil?” His pierced tongue darts out, sliding along his lips.

“You killed her for me,” I start.

He nods. “And I’d do it again.”

“I’m killing them all for you,” I finish with a whisper, grabbing the knife and sliding the tip of down the buttons of his shirt. He swallows, a slow smile curling on his face. “Turn around,” I demand.

When his back is to me, I grip his arms and hold them in one hand, dropping the knife temporarily to the table and picking up his belt.

I tie it round his wrists, securing the buckle, then turn him back around and pick up the knife again.

I mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to do. I don’t feel like myself. It’s like I’m a woman possessed.

I bring the knife to his chest, hovering over his heart.

His gaze stays fixed on me. “Are you planning on killing me, too, little devil?”

I press the tip gently into his skin, enough to puncture the top layer of skin, causing blood to bead.

His lips are parted and he searches my face. “Your pupils are blown. You like hurting me.”

I drop my head, heat crawling to my cheeks.

“Hey,” he commands gently, and I face him. “Keep going, little devil. Hurt me. You know I like it,” he finishes on a whisper.

His words awaken me anew and I drag the blade across. He whimpers, his eyes close and his head falls back. I make a hook below the line forming a ‘J’.

“You made me hate you.” Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I continue with an ‘O’ and ‘R’. Kain’s body begins trembling, his gasps fading into moans as I mark his skin.

“You said some hurtful things, viper.” My pussy aches with a desperate need again. My other hand begins undoing the button of his slacks. I press my hand against his hard, swollen length, feeling his veins throbbing beneath my palm as I move on to ‘D’. His shaky breaths fan over the top of my head as I begin rubbing my hand up and down his shaft, watching the rivulets of blood cascading down his torso.

“I’m sorry, Jordie.”

“No. Don’t be sorry. You built me up, viper.” I grip his dick harder.

“Yes, claim me, hurt me, little devil.” He sighs, cock twitching.

A heady euphoria begins to spread as I slice swiftly downwards on the ‘I’, his moan of pain and pleasure ringing through my ears.

Mine. Like he always has been. We were always meant to belong to each other.

Pre-cum leaks through the material of his boxers, mixing with the rapidly dripping blood, painting him in red.

I carve the last line of the ‘E’ and cum soaks his boxers as he grunts and moans. “Fuckkkkk.”

My walls contract as I watch him, that desperate need growing more ferocious by the second.