I try to yank my hand away, but he has it locked around the knife. I can’t let go.
“Stop it,” I snarl at him, my breath coming in shorter and sharper as I try to pull back.
He advances, making me step back faster. Every time I pull the knife away from him and increase the space between us, he pivots around and yanks me closer, pushing it in deeper.
“No, this isn’t—” I choke on the last few words.
“This isn’t what? Fun? Nice? What isn’t it, Viola?” he seethes, digging the knife into his flesh. The tip of it scrapes against bone every single time.
“This isn’t what I want!” I rage at him.
He drops the knife, and I snatch my hand away, my whole body practically vibrating as it clatters to the floor. I’ve already skittered back, but Dante grabs the base of my skull, fingers curled in my hair, and hauls me to him, crushing his lips onto mine.
His lips are cold, and his tongue warm. But the blood is hot. My hands, pressed against his chest, are becoming slick with it. There’s so much blood pouring from the slashes and cuts on his chest, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He forces himself inside my mouth, branding me from the inside with his tongue and teeth. Every suck and bite takes me close to the edge of a desperate pain where pleasure is just beyond reach.
The bitter tang of blood is everywhere. He even tastes of it, making me wild, bringing my monster to the surface. I dig my hands in his blood chest, making him hiss. I moan as he tongues me some more, running his hands all over me. And then, somehow, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves to pin me to the wall.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says in my ear as he pushes me up against the plaster.
“Shut up and just fuck me,” I pant, biting his ear.
His hands drag across my body, tearing down my leggings as I yank down his shorts.
“Tell me, V, what you want,” he groans, his cock hard between my legs, his chest slick with blood as I claw at him.
“Fuck, Dante. I want you.” Our need for each other has spiraled out of control as we writhe against each other mindlessly.
There’s no right or wrong anymore or any distrust. It’s just our bare need and this moment, and so much fucking blood. As Dante grabs my hips, I angle myself to meet him. And then he thrusts himself inside me before I can catch my breath.
The punch of his cock, coated with his hot blood, has me riding him to the hilt, biting down on his neck from the shock of pleasure rising up from my core. He doesn’t take it slow this time. He fucks me like he’s a man possessed, slamming into me, filling me deeply over and over.
“Is. This. What. You. Want?” he asks, thrusting deeper with every word, as I grind down on him. I moan in answer to that, eyes tightly closed, pulling at the hair on his head, gnawing my own damn lip.
He licks my neck and then tells me to look at him. When I do, his gaze is penetrating—darkening with every snap of his hips.
“You want me to come inside you, V? Is that what you want?” he grits out.
I stare back, meeting his thrusts with mine. “Leave your mark,” I say.
He grimaces. “Because I trust you.”
He kisses me then, brutally, his tongue sliding over mine. He tastes of sweat and coppery death as he fucks me without mercy, taking everything that I am in that one moment and destroying it. Blood is everywhere, messy, mixing with the slickness between my thighs, coating us both as he pounds me against the wall. His dick swells inside me as pleasure erupts, and every stroke is absolute control gone out the fucking window.
This is what I need.
And I feel it as I see it…his eyes glazing over, shuttering as the blaze of light within of him falters. His arms, holding me upright with immense power behind them, quake enough for him to slam a palm at the wall as he leans against it, keeping us upright.
Keeping me close.
This is what I need.
To be the one taking, as life slips away.
I clench around him, seething, screaming, holding him to me he bleeds for me.
That’s when I come, falling into the abyss of sweet release, clinging to him as he falls to one knee. His breath quickens as his cock tightens inside of me, and he comes too with a violent shove of his hips. I’m still wrapped around him when he drops one knee to the floor and then the other, emptying deep inside me until there’s nothing left.