Page 18 of Red Lace Manor
Where the fuck was she?
I spun around, coming almost eye to eye with her, a silver blade glinting in her hand. I sucked in a breath, and on instinct, tried to knock the knife away. But, while I’d prevented her fromstabbing my neck, the movement only rerouted the blade. It made contact with the lower part of my side, slicing through the flesh and leaving me to grit my teeth as white hot pain seared through me.
Blood leaked out from the wound, staining the Harlequin pattern of my Jester costume.
“You fuckingbitch,” I growled, shoving her away.
Lux crumpled on the floor, and I could tell by the crazed look in her eye, that I didn’t have long until she triedsomethingelse. I hadn’t heard a gun fire tonight, which meant she still had her bullet, and if she could get to her bag, I’d be in trouble.
I clenched my teeth as I pulled the knife out, placing a hand on my side as I groaned through the pain. My first thought? Stab the blade into those all too wide eyes.
She looked far too innocent to be such a bitch, and I was about to change that. But, as much as I wanted to feel her orbs pop like a grape between my teeth, Seth hadn’t had his fun yet, and I still needed mine.
She scrabbled against the floor, finding her feet and not reaching for her bag. She was probably smart enough to know she’d never make it.
I stalked over to her, blood drenched knife in my hand. My costume was warm, wet, and sticky against my side. The sharp ache of the wound had me feeling a level of euphoria I’d not had for a long time. My cock was already half mast at just the idea of making that little cunt pay for even thinking she could kill me.
“Look at what you did,” I grumbled, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder.
I yanked her toward me and she fucking squeaked. A nervous, unsure, sound. The most she could do without alerting the others.
“You made mebleed.” I snatched her hand, pressing it to the still weeping wound. I didn’t think she’d hit anything fatal, butfuckwas this cut dramatic.
Fresh blood slipped through her fingers, drop by drop, running out just enough to fall onto the floor. All the color drained from her face, but I wasn’t sure if it was a sign of guilt or regret.
“Youmarked me,” I rasped, bringing my lips to her forehead. “Did you want the world to know I’m yours, Little Light?”
Her fear was palpable as she sucked in a breath. She’d yet to speak, and my mind spun with the possibilities of what could come next. An apology? A half assed excuse? Or maybe a vehement denial that she wasn’t into our sick little game even though the skipping of her heart gave her away.
Traitorous organ.
I shook from the thrill of her defiance. I’d never had a toy try to breakme, and that made the idea of devouring her all the more enticing.
“Most girls scream.” I reminded her, enjoying the way her breath warmed me in quick puffs. “But you didn’t scream, or cry, or even beg for mercy even though you’re about to need it.No.You fuckingsqueaked.”
A delicious shade of pink crept up her neck, infiltrating the smooth skin of her rounded cheeks. Finally, some sense must have returned, because she tried to step away from me. I grabbed her tighter, reminding Luxshewasn’t in control here.
“You stabbed me, you earned me,Little Light,” I hissed, turning the two of us so I could shove her against the wall.
There was a soft thud when her back hit the brick, her skull clacked just loud enough to let me know the impact hurt. Good.
“What’s the matter, you terrible thing?” I tutted, shaking my head in disapproval. “Cat got your tongue? Maybe I should cut it out with the knife youstabbed me with.”
My fist shook as I raised the knife, placing the dull side against her flesh.
She shivered, but other than that, remained outwardly calm. It pissed me off.
“I should make you lap every drop of blood on my side before making you choke–either on my knife or my cock,your choice.”
Her eyes widened, pupils pin pricking for a beat. She should have been fucking terrified, and maybe she was. But, her fear didn’t erase the subtle clench in her thighs or the longing look in her eyes, fucking freak.
I flipped the knife, pointing the blade toward myself, slamming the side of my fist into the wall. “If I were a lesser man, I’d stab you back.”
“But you didn’t.” Her whisper broke her self imposed silence, and my lips twisted into an all-too wide grin.
I wished she could see my face under the mask, and maybe someday she would. But for now?
“That’s because I’m going to doso much worse.” I laughed through the words before grabbing her by her greedy little neck. She fought against me, but I was bigger than her, I was stronger than her, and I was going to make her regret stabbing me.
