My threat does little to scare her.
She sighs.
And looks at me like I’m a child throwing a tantrum.
“Fine. You can bleed to death for all I care.”
There it was.
That fiesty side—the fire my demons danced to. That sharp tongue that made the beast in me purr.
A smirk curls my lips as I drop my head lower, deliberately brushing my blood-smeared cheek against hers.
I was aware of every tremble in her limbs.
Her knees pressed together like a locked gate.
Her heart pounding like it wanted to escape her chest.
And her arousal dripping down her thighs like a confession she couldn’t swallow.
Satisfied, I pull back to admire her.
She looked like something out of a fever dream.
Beautiful. Bleeding. Branded in red.
She notices the blood on her cheek—my blood—and the wrinkle in her forehead tells me it bothers her.
“Sadistic. Are we?”
She quips, brow raised like she’s untouchable.
And my beast howls in approval.
“Only for you.”
No more waiting.
No more preten
