Bloody Fingers Book Novels & Stories

A whirlwind of questions invades my head, and I can't tell them apart. As I remember the scene with the hooded men, the blade comes into focus, along with the pain and numbness. My fingers reach for my neck. No cut there, no pain. I struggle to move, but the man's grip holds me like in a vise. This is not how I pictured my first time laying with a man or sharing a bed and cuddling. My fingers go through the mattress, and I feel something crumbly and hard, granules beneath my nails. I raise my hand and it's filled with dirt, black, dry soil. Never mind the bed or mattress. We are sleeping on the cold earth.

“The color of the orb above your hand will change color as you hover it over different parts of your patient’s body. Different colors mean different ailments, but in general, green means they are healthy and the darker the red, the closer to death they are. I know you just want to blow shit up, but this stuff helps with control, so just do it.” I suppressed a snicker as I stopped the cart next to them. Lady Britanny filled a foam cup with coffee before reaching for my chin. I forced myself to hold still, then bit my tongue to keep from moaning again when her touch lingered. Her hands were so soft on my face, and the sensations she poured into me went straight to my lower bits. A dozen other

“I just don’t want to disappear into your world completely.” He squeezed her fingers. “You won’t.” That felt more real. More them. Messy. Protective. Stubborn. Human.

Fresh. And then... the hand appeared. No body. No sound. Just a blood-soaked hand pushing through the surface like the wall was made of flesh. It smeared downward, trembling, then flattened—leaving a palm-shaped stain. I couldn’t breathe. Then, as if guided by a will of its own, the fingers began to move. They drew letters. Slowly. YOU ARE NEXT. I backed away, but I couldn’t look away. Another line formed. YOUR TURN.

But something made me pick it up and flip to the first page. The handwriting was barely legible. Messy scrawls that slanted across the page in red ink. Some words were pressed so hard into the paper that they’d torn through to the next page. Others were so light I could barely make them out. “Can’t stop seeing it. Over and over. Blood everywhere. Her eyes. Dead eyes. My hands. Always my hands.” “What the hell…?” I whispered. That was probably where I should have stopped, but I couldn’t help it. I flipped to the next page.

I gripped it with my fists. Dark. Sticky. Blood. My vision blurred. Whether it was tears or my body being truly shut down just made me uncertain.'" Looking at my own hand, I could only see the dark red that was scattered between my fingers. I cried out in complete silence, struggling to finish the sentence. "I-I..."

“Your pussy is pulling my fingers in like it never wants to let them go.” On the giant screen, blood splattered violently across the darkness as another victim met a gruesome end, but none of it mattered to me now. All I could keep my attention on was the relentless rhythm of Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs. He fucked me harder with his fingers, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm, relentless circles over my throbbing clit. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my soaked core filled the small space around us.

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Another secret compartment. With a feeling of foreboding, he reached into the space and froze when his fingers brushed against a smooth spine wedged at the back. He tugged it free and brought the book out. However, his eyes widened as he saw the blotches of dried brown blood all over the white leather. These were clearly thumb and index finger prints, and it made his stomach lurch. Asher's hands trembled so badly he almost dropped the book. Sweat pooled on his brow, and he clutched it tighter so it wouldn't fall. Should he....or should he not? Did this count as invading her privacy?

Not yet. He licked the blood off his fingers one by one.