My Bloody Valentine (Unlocked Desire)

I don’t answer her question. Instead, I straddle her, gather her hands, and snap the cuffs on the headboard. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Who do you belong to?”

“Myself.”

“No, Emily. You don’t belong to yourself. You’ve always been mine, just like I’ve always been yours. We are under each other’s fuckin’ skin and pump in the other’s blood. I’m gonna ask you one more time. Who do you belong to?’

“Myself!” she screams.

I open the nightstand and take out a knife.

Emily’s eyes follow the blade. “What are you doing with that, Stone?”

“Remember when we were in school, and we had to put our name on all our belongings?”

“Stone,” she warns, but I’m too far gone.

Like a mad man consumed by desire and desperate for breath. Before I can stop myself from completely falling into the abyss of madness, I carve my initials into the flesh between her breasts.

Chapter Twelve

EMILY

“You’re fuckin’ crazy. They should never have let you out,” I scream as the blade slices through my skin.

The pain isn’t unbearable. In a fucked-up way, the pressure of the knife piercing my skin mixed with the wild look of passion in his eyes makes the act enticing. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but I like Stone cutting me, knowing that he is so desperate for me that it’s driven him insane. If he’s a psycho, what the fuck am I?

“I know you’ve already fucked people, Emily. Knowing that some other fucker already touched what belongs to me is enough to drive me crazy. So you should’ve been a good girl and admitted that you belonged to me.”

He points the tip of the blade at my face. The reality of this situation hits me like a two-by-four. I’m fuckin’ scared. I don’t think he’ll mark me up like a butcher, but I never thought he’d cut his damn name into my flesh either. I’m in love with a madman.

“Who cares if I’ve had sex with others? I’m not here putting a knife in you because of all the girls you fucked.”

Stone drops the knife and cups my face in his hands. The action isn’t one of those tender moments. His touch is angry, and he makes sure I feel his emotions with the force he is using. “I haven’t fucked anyone since you.”

“What?”

“There’s no one else I want. You’re it for me, Emily. I only want you. But you’ve had no problem letting others taste what belongs to me because you can’t admit you’re mine.” Stone pushes my legs apart, and with no warning, he shoves his dick inside me. “But you’ll understand soon enough, Emily. I’m all yours, and you’re all mine. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t see anything else but me. Nothing but me.”

“I didn’t enjoy it,” I scream as his cock mercilessly slams into me.

Stone’s teeth graze my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.

“You cut me up because I slept with someone else?”

“Partly,” he grunts. “I also need you to see my name every time you look in the mirror if you get the idea to leave me. Because it can get much worse for you, Butterfly. This is your new normal. The sooner you get used to it, the better. I need you so much, baby, that I’ve gone insane.”

I tug at the cuffs on my wrists, thinking it might give me the freedom I crave. I don’t want to run from him, but I sure as hell want to mark him. There’s no way I’m wearing his marks, leaving none of my own on him. “Let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Stone, you can’t just use me as your plaything and not allow me the luxury of using you as mine. Undo the cuffs.”

Stone stays in me, but he uses the keys to undo the cuffs. With my hands free, I grab onto his back and scrape my nails down his flesh, marking him.

“That’s it, Butterfly. Make me bleed for you.”

I kiss along his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his back and pushing his ass with my feet.

He doesn’t need much encouragement as he keeps up the speed, fucking me like a machine. “Taking my cock like a good girl. That’s it. Wrap those sexy legs around me. Tell me how desperate you are for my cock. Only my cock.”

“I’ve only ever wanted your cock,” I moan into his shoulder before I dig my teeth into the soft flesh. I need him to wear my bruises and cuts on his skin. I want to mark our flesh the way we’ve marked our hearts.

Stone fists my hair, pulling my head back, and stares directly into my eyes. He doesn’t hide his anger and rage. He wants me to see it, to know it’s there and what can happen if I cross him. “Then why the fuck did you let another man into the cunt that belongs to me? Why did you let someone else touch you? How many, Emily? How many men did you let touch my property?”