Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tip Of A Knife

My breathing quickens more as I feel the moisture building between my legs. "Kitty, you are getting rather hot and flustered there and I am not even touching you. I wonder." Placing the knife down so I can see it he goes, a moment later he returns, a smile on his face, his hands playing with another knife. A moan escapes my mouth, it is beautiful. Red and black entwined leather handle, with perfect details. My head falls back.

he said and released Justina shoving her to the ground allowing his other men to hold her down to the ground while he licked his lips slowly approaching me. He looked around the age of forty, he had brown curly hair which rested on his head like a hen’s butt, messy in need of trimming, he had terrible eye bags, eyes that were in the shade of dark brown which could be mistaken for black, his lips were torn and it looked disgusting. There was a long cut from below his nose to his bottom lip which didn’t look fully healed. He placed the knife at the bottom of my chin and gave me a nasty creepy smile. “This one is mine,” he said and turned back to his panthers, which gave me the chance to move b

Boris said amused “We really will have to be on our guard now” “What did you want the swab kit for” asked Lacy “There was some blood on Octaves knife, I will get this to the lab and see what it tells us. First lesson Ladies, If your going to carry and use a knife, make sure it’s an plain knife with no engravings. . . they are easier to clean.” Boris said “Ok” Shimel said with a smile” Plain knife, got it. Is anyone still hungry, we were in the middle of our lunch.”

I brought the knife to her lips. She watched herself in the blade’s reflection—eyes wide, terror and pleasure tangled so deeply she could no longer tell them apart. “Taste it,” I rumbled, letting the tip grazing the bow of her mouth, just enough that she felt the steel’s cool breath against her lips. “Taste yourself, Vesper. And be careful… I don’t want to cut that pretty tongue of yours.” She trembled so violently I thought she might shatter. Her tongue flicked out—shamed, obedient—and licked the blade clean. I watched her swallow, her throat working under the pressure of my gaze. The metal gleamed wet in the dim light.

“Please…” He tapped the metal of the knife against my clit, causing a surprising surge of sinful arousal. The twisted sense of desire while shaking in horror, due to my captive situation, weakened my knees. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip as I focused on not collapsing to the floor, jamming the blade right through me.

, Lily stated. Zoey quickly threw her one leg up in the air to kick Lily but Lily dodged her attack and jabbed Zoey in the stomach causing her to quickly hold her hand over her stomach with one hand. Zoey quickly jumped over the counter to reach the other side to grab a kitchen knife and held it in a defensive mode. Lily smirked and gestured for Zoey to come at her as she walked closer to Zoey, she quickly flung the knife at Lily which hit her heart immediately and Lily immediately faded into dust. Zoey sighed as she walked over to the scene and saw the knife that was the only thing left there saying ‘Stainless Steel’, in small print on the side of it.

"You want to learn. I’m teaching you.” I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can only feel the heat and absolute presence of him pressed against my back. He adjusts my grip on the knife, guiding my fingers into a different angle, moving my thumb back from where it had been resting too close to the blade. His other hand comes around to guide the one holding the onion, curling my fingers under so my knuckles face forward. My skin burns where he touches. “Hold the knife like this," he says, close to my ear. "Not flat. The blade follows the knuckle."

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was a new toy. Then he gripped the blade with his free hand and pulled it out. No wince. No flinch. Just a soft, wet sound as steel left flesh. Blood dripped from his palm, pat-pat-pat onto the cloth, pooling between the silverware like spilled wine. He brought the knife to his mouth. Licked the blood off the blade. Slow. My blood ran cold. “Nice save,” he said, voice layered (two throats, two souls, one mouth).

He looked at me, his eyes descending on my lips, and he smirked at me and whispered. “Or this.” He pulled my body into his and put his lips on mine. I tried to move away, but he grabbed my hair with one of his hands and held my head still as he took my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it before letting it go again. He let go of me, stepping back and pulling the knife out of his pocket.