Or perhaps he just loves the idea of what he gets to do to me afterwards.
My skin burns with fear and desire.
I’m terrified of what he will do to me after this.
But for now - I am taking what I want. I am in control.
Vincent screams and grabs the bedposts with his fists, shaking them hard trying to dislodge them. He thrusts his hip upwards almost throwing me right off him.
I laugh and grab onto him. The knife slipping slightly and leaves a thin cut across his throat.
“Mm. Little raven. Now that you’ve seen my blood - it’s only fair that I get to see yours.” He says so dangerously I can’t breathe for a second. But his cock slams into me again, and mybody shivers with pleasure. I grip him tighter, and push him down. He laughs, letting me take control again even though it’s clear he could change the circumstances in a split second if he wanted to.
I smile, enjoying the fact that he’s allowing me this game.
I grip the knife handle tighter and slowly trace it over his chest as I rock back and forth, faster and faster, his cock pulsing inside me.
My legs begin to shake, and I try to stay focused.
Counting each rib - one, two -
The orgasm slams into me as he pushes upwards and I hear him groan loudly as he explodes into me at the same time - three, four, five - I press the blade into his chest between his fourth and fifth rib. His flesh resists, but the knife is sharp and slips in with a soft, wet sound.
Vincent gasps. His eyes wide with shock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Vincent
My body is still high from the orgasm when I feel the blade enter my heart. She’s missed slightly, piercing the edge of it instead of straight through the center.
Confusion slams into me as I gasp for breath, tugging against the restraints holding my wrists as my strength begins to drain from me.
“Little - raven—” I gasp, not understanding.
My chest heaves, warm blood spilling from the hole, still blocked by the blade. I stare at it in disbelief as she stares down at me with tears streaming down her cheek.
“Was it - an - accident?” I ask, desperate to know.
She shakes her head and slowly slides off my cock. She crawls away from me, off the edge of the bed and stands next to me looking down on me as she begins to sob.
Gently, she pulls the blankets over me, tucking me as though she were my mother, taking care of me in the most loving way.
“Misha?” I choke, tasting blood at the back of my throat.
Celso bursts through the door.
“We have to go.” He snarls.
Celso… What is going on? Are they in love? Are they running away together?
“I can’t just leave him—” She sobs, reaching out towards me.
“We have to go. The gas is already filling the yacht. It’s not safe?—”
A woman walks in behind Celso and my heart stops.
“Mom, I thought you were going to wait on shore.” Misha cries. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”
