Kiss The Blood Off My Hands Novels & Stories

"Your claws won't change what you are. You are a parasite who bought his way into a major trading house. Snapping my neck won't erase your shame. I will make sure my ghost haunts your bloodline until you rot." Kofi stares at me, his chest heaving as the copper scent of my blood hits the air. For a fraction of a second, a flash of pure, unadulterated hesitation flickers across his face. He rips his hand away from my neck, pulling a black silk handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe my blood from his fingers as if my very existence is a disease.

Bad Marinah, I mentally chastise myself. I anxiously move my outstretched hand back to my side. His eyes follow the movement and now he's staring at my lower half. I have a decent ass but no hips to speak of and my long torso always makes me self-conscious. I turn my palm upward and notice a slight trail of blood caused from my uncoordinated fall from the stairs. King's massive hand reaches forward and without thought I place my bloody hand out. His grasp is tight, not a handshake at all. He lifts my arm and sniffs my hand before his thick, rough tongue slides out and licks the blood from my palm.

Standing up I look at the ground fidgeting with my fingers. “ I can smell the dry blood on you. Have you not taken a shower?” I watched her feet as she walked over to the shower cutting it on. I’ll admit a shower sounded nice. “ I shouldn’t wash it off” I mumbled looking back down at my hands “ And why is that?” She sighed taking one of my hands into hers “ if I wash it off.. it’ll be like it never happened. How can I go about my life after taking one” I whispered, pulling away.

I couldn't contain the strange heat in my body. His hand skillfully found the zipper of my dress and maneuvered it, while his hot kisses were traveling down to my jaw. I flinched at the caress of his hand on my back. My body was shaking and it feels like I couldn't hold on to my precious sanity any longer. My inhibitions and rationality were all thrown out of the window, leaving my mind empty.

I did not want to tell him that…it was much too embarrassing. "You cut yourself," he said, turning my hand to get a better view of the horizontal cuts that was seeping with blood. "Um, yeah it's fine. I'll just rinse it off." Before I could turn on the tap, he grabbed my hand and pulled it slowly to his lips. Gently, he kissed the bloody finger. "This…is a blood pact." My chest constricted.

I'm crying for whoever's blood is on my hands. END OF PART I

Like maybe it would wash away everything I’d done. But it didn’t. There was blood everywhere. So much fucking blood. I looked down at my hands. The fingers that had once brushed through her hair. That had held her so delicately in the middle of the night when she whimpered in her sleep. That had wiped away her tears when she thought no one else noticed. The same hands that had almost crushed the life out of her today. I flexed them slowly. My claws had disappeared, and my nails covered it again, but they were still stained with so much blood and even body parts under my nails. I couldn’t stop shaking. My breath came out ragged and uneven.

I just want to be inside, and watch him pamper me even if I just stole his sleep from him. By the time we get back into the room, and into the warmth, I manage to stop shaking. “Open your palms, Nova,” Cassian whispers, and I look down at my hands. I slowly open my hands, and silver blood pours right out of my palms.

Vladimir rushed to my side, cupping my cheeks “my hands are filled with blood, I’ll taint your shirt” “Shh, malyshka, we’ll wash it off, yeah?” He said gently. I shook my head as I tried pulling my hands from him. Vladimir tightened his grip on my wrist, pulling me up with him “we’ll wash the blood off, don’t worry” He got up, pulling me to stand with him. He attempted to pull me closer but I didn’t want to stain him with blood, therefore, I kept my hands away. He didn’t say a word, pulling me toward the sink. He opened the water and gently washed my hands, scrubbing them clean with soap “see, the blood is coming out”

He killed a man and didn't even blink. A moment later, Larissa joins us and after a few exchanged words with Natasha, walks me over to the limo. I climb obediently in and stare at my wrist, which is covered with that man's blood. Some of the blood has run down to my palm, and I can smell its metallic tang in the air. A wave of nausea roils through me again. Mikhail put blood on my hands. Larissa tries to wipe it away with a tissue from her purse, but it won't come off. She dabs a tissue on her tongue and resumes the work until the red smear slowly begins to fade.