Him Razorblade Romance Novels & Stories

Before she leaves, she drives the knife down with a mighty swing, stabbing the blade right between my splayed legs—way too close for comfort. “What the fuck?” I exclaim, my heart lodged in my throat. Zandra winks. “Just wanted to help you get rid of your hard-on.” “If this is your idea of flirting, you need to get your damn head checked.” She smiles wide, a mischievous glint behind those dazzling blue eyes of hers. “Have a lovely day, Mr. Thor,” she says as she leaves. I’m only a little ashamed to say I’m harder now than when she first crawled onto my lap. Maybe I’m the one who needs to get my head checked. XXX

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

His obsidian eyes locked mine instantly, dragon tattoo flashing at his throat as the blade whirled. Rourke spun, pliers, clattering, meaty paw diving for the holstered Glock. Too slow. Kenji surged, katana slicing air whisper-deadly, carving deep into Rourke's forearm—fabric parting, muscle sheared clean, arterial spray painting concrete crimson arcs. Harlan bellowed, gun skittering useless, clutching the ruin as blood jetted hot.

“Make no mistake: I’m holding you to that. You cross the line—” “I know.” He kisses me. The kiss is furious and gentle all at once, a promise carved out of the chaos. It tastes like regret and whiskey and a thousand things that mean nothing unless he keeps his word. Blade clears his throat like an impatient thunder. “Romance hour’s over.” He points toward the treeline where the dirt has tracks. “And you might want to hear this—Rafe’s not the only one watching. You think he set the only net? He’s got scabs coming at us from everywhere. Family’s got teeth.”

It was best I embraced it now. "Told you you wouldn't win," Razor growled in my head, satisfied by how we had spent the day. "Sure, you are happy now," I replied, and he growled with approval. Razor had never felt as calm as he did right now. All the rage and madness had decipated. Jasmine was like a drug and obviously a new addiction. Qusack was mad by the time I got to the garage. "Took you forever!" he retorted. "I apologise, beta," I humbly said, and he was still growling.

Before she leaves, she drives the knife down with a mighty swing, stabbing the blade right between my splayed legs—way too close for comfort. “What the fuck?” I exclaim, my heart lodged in my throat. Zandra winks. “Just wanted to help you get rid of your hard-on.” “If this is your idea of flirting, you need to get your damn head checked.” She smiles wide, a mischievous glint behind those dazzling blue eyes of hers. “Have a lovely day, Mr. Thor,” she says as she leaves. I’m only a little ashamed to say I’m harder now than when she first crawled onto my lap. Maybe I’m the one who needs to get my head checked. XXX

They kept coming closer as my throat constricted in fear, I felt it difficult to breath,e and my shaky legs denied to work. A razor blade lying on the floor catches my eye. I stare at it in awe before slowly picking it up. Such a tiny, small thing and what wonders it can do. The monsters kept laughing but they suddenly came to a stop when I showed them the razor. I placed the razor on my wrist, feeling the sharp blade scrap against my soft flesh. " No." they screamed. I smiled, they knew they won't be able to touch me if I did this and that's exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed a straight razor and a bottle of high-grade antiseptic. If Thorne wanted my biology, I’d give it to him. But I’d give it to him one piece at a time. I sat on the floor, the cold tile biting through my trousers. I poured the antiseptic over the razor. "Ordinary?" I whispered. I pressed the blade to the edge of the fading mark. "Let's see how ordinary it gets." The first cut was deep. The blood wasn't silver. It was red. Bright, human red. And it didn't stop.

“Good. Now stay still otherwise I might cut you.” I tensed up as he brought the razor to my private area and started shaving me. I held my breath, scrunching my eyes up and trying to block out what he was doing. He pressed his hand on my inner thigh, forcing my legs wider so he had better access. “Almost done.” I was glad that he was almost done but worried because the razor seemed to be in a much more sensitive place now which I wasn’t comfortable with. He brought his other hand up and pressed his thumb against my clit, making me gasp and jump and I felt the blade cut me. He stopped, dropping the razor onto the floor. “I…”