11. My Sinister Valentine
Liviana
The door unlocks, slowly creaking open as Hayes steps into the room. I immediately sit up as he comes to me with shaky bloody hands. Looking into his eyes, I see they are dark and void, but he places a gentle kiss against my lips.
“Shower with me?” He asks and I nod, taking the hand he’s holding out for me. The blankets slide from my naked body as he helps me off the bed.
We walk into the bathroom and he starts the shower, removing his clothes. In the light, I see the blood splatter all over his face, neck and hands. I want to know so badly who he had to hurt, but I also have to respect that he just told me I can’t know everything. He looks up at me as he removes the hoodie and tank from his body. My eyes can’t help but take him in, especially seeing him for the first time completely naked. Goddamn is he fucking stacked and tattooed. You’d never know underneath the uniform and hockey gear.
I’m so deep in thought that I don’t see him coming for me and I automatically take a step back. He takes a deep breath, raising his hands. “Please don’t be scared of me,” he whispers, not making eye contact. I move forward and wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.
“We all have secrets, Hayes. I’m not afraid. I was in my head, drooling over the sexy man in front of me who’s been hiding under hockey gear and a uniform.” I say and he chuckles.
“So, you’re not scared?” he asks. I raise my head to look into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Absolutely the fuck not. If anything, I’m turned the fuck on.” I admit and his eyes widen.
“I knew you were a fucking whore for me.” He says and I roll my eyes as he wraps his strong arms around my waist, spinning me as he walks us into the hot shower.
The warm water cascades down my body, making me groan as he presses me against the cold tile. He lifts my leg, lining his cock up with my entrance and slams into me. My head bounces off the tile but I revel in the pain taking everything he gives me.
“Are you always so wet and tight? Fuck, Liv.” He moans, digging his fingertips into my thigh as he thrusts deep, rolling his hips. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I pant and whimper. He feels so fucking good.
“Yes, but only for you, Hayes.” I moan, tightening around his length, causing him to groan deep in his chest.
“What if I told you, after you left the maze,” he growls, slowing down his pace as I dig my nails into his ass, pushing him deeper into my soaked cunt.
“Fuck, Liv. What if I told you that I killed Knight for touching what’s mine?” He grunts, pulling out only to slam back in making my tits bounce against his chest. I tighten at his words and he rolls his hips hitting my clit. Fuckkkk.
“Jesus Hayes. You did what?” I pant as he sucks my neck, leaving marks along my skin.
“I said, I fucking killed Knight for touching what is mine.” He growls, and again I tighten around him as my thigh trembles in his hand. Those words ignite the flame I buried so long ago, begging to set fire to the surface.
“Say it again.” I moan, bringing my lips to his, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He shudders against me, grabbing my other leg and lifting me as I bounce on his cock. He grips my ass roughly, digging his fingertipsinto my cheeks. Slamming me against the wall, he growls as he pounds into me relentlessly. Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking close but I don’t want it to end. He makes me feel so fucking good. My body shivers with anticipation, bringing my demons to the precipice, just waiting to bleed me out.
“You like that don’t you? Knowing I killed that fucking frat prick for making you cum on his face.” He groans as I tighten again, rolling my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“You watching me is what made me cum. Not him, and yes, I fucking love knowing he’s dead for touching what is yours.” I say, working my hips faster as I claw at his chest. Snapping his hips, he hits that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
“I promise you now, Liviana, if I ever see another man's hands on you, the killing will never stop. No one gets to touch you, nor hurt you, but me. You got that?” He groans, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Is that why you killed Chuck?” I pant, wishing he had his pen to leave his mark on me. He doesn’t realize the obsession I have for self mutilation. These tattoos aren’t for nothing. He bites down on my nipple bringing me back to the present as he leans up, taking my lips into his mouth, grazing his piercing along the seam ignoring my question. I moan but he pulls away, looking down at our joined bodies. We both watch as his thick cock slides in and out of me, moaning at the sight.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Hayes.” I moan and he growls.
“I love hearing my name being moaned from your lips,” he groans, pressing me against the cold tile.
“Lean back, baby and play with that little clit. I wanna see you shatter around me.” He orders as I slide my fingers between my legs and flick my clit, pinching it, tightening around him.
“That’s it, baby. Take this fucking cock,” he grits, as I pick up my pace, slapping my clit rapidly.
“Yes. Fuck. Oh God. Fuck. I’m- I’m…” My mouth falls open with a silent scream, not being able to finish the sentence as my orgasm begins to hit me hard and fast. My entire body litters with goosebumps as my breathing hitches and my thighs quake. I rub my clit faster and faster as he pounds into me so fucking hard my pussy ripples around him. I scream as my orgasm completely takes over, my vision going white but I don’t stop. I meet his thrusts and roll my hips, pinching my clit as another orgasm rips through me and I squeeze his cock. My pussy flutters around him as he tries to slam into me again.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He grits, pulling out and cumming all over my pussy as a deep growl leaves his throat. “Fucking mine.”
Taking both of my hands, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him with everything I have while the water washes away the mess we made. He pulls away, looking deep into my eyes.
“Yours.” I whisper and he smiles, placing me down on shaky legs.
“Let’s get cleaned up so we can get messy again.” He grins as he takes the shampoo, pouring some into his hand and running it through my long hair. After rinsing and washing me, it’s his turn but he has a far away look on his face.
“Please don’t ask questions.” He says as he turns around and I gasp, covering my mouth as tears pour from my eyes at all the scars, new and old, that riddle this man's back. I gently wash him, being careful around the fresh wounds.
Placing my lips against his back, I kiss every single fucking scar, every slice, every mark. A few times he hisses but I act like I didn’t see or notice the pain he is in. His body litters in goosebumps with every swipe of my lips, wishing I could take away his pain and kill those that did this to him. When I’m finished, he turns the water off and steps out first. Grabbing us some towels, he hands me one and looks at me for a moment before turning around.
“Will you rub cream on my back for me? I keep reopening them and at this point they are never going to heal.” He says and I nod.
“Of course I will.” I say as he hands me the tub of cream. We leave the bathroom and he sits on his bed. I climb on behind him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I open the tub and take a handful of the cream, gently rubbing it on his skin.
We sit there in silence until I’m finished, then he gets up and pulls down the blanket for us to finally get some sleep. He lays down and I rest my head on his chest, falling asleep to the beat of his heart.
Waking up, I moan as Hayes slowly slides in and out of me. Cold sharp metal slices against my neck and I moan louder. Opening my eyes, I watch as he drags his favorite pen from my neck down my chest and around the hardened peaks, nicking them. My back arches off the bed as he sucks the blood from each nipple.
“Jesus, Hayes. Can we wake up like this everyday?” I rasp and he groans.
“Only if you promise to be this soaked every morning. God damn, baby. If you thought I was obsessed before I stuck my cock into you, you were sadly mistaken.” He moans, snapping his hips roughly. “Fuck, always needy and tight. I’m fucking obsessed. I need this pussy before practice and after. Oh, and during classes. Fuck it. All day. We will never be leaving this room ever again.” He laughs, picking up his pace.
“I kind of like the sound of that.” I chuckle and his eyes narrow.
“Kind of?” Slam, “Are we being a brat today?” he growls, gripping my hips and digging his fingertips into me.
“You’ll get used to it.” I say, rolling my hips and lifting a leg over his shoulder. We both groan as he sinks deeper into me. Taking his thumb, he rubs my clit with one hand and hands me his pen with the other.
“Leave your mark, baby. I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He groans, circling my clit faster. I tighten around him and he growls as I carve out the letter L on his shoulder, then drag the pen down his heaving chest to his abs, carving another L on his rib cage. Pushing him off me, his eyes narrow and I raise a brow.
“Anywhere?” I ask and he nods, sitting back on his elbows. I sit up and slide between his legs. Bending down, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, I slowly start to slice.
L, suck, I, suck, V, swirl. His legs tremble around me as I continue to hold the tip of his dick in my mouth while slicing the rest of my name along his length. Once finished, I look up at him and slide my mouth over the fresh cut letters until they disappear. I swallow.
His body shivers as I swirl my tongue and suck the blood that pools on his skin. He groans, watching me as I continue to swallow him down my throat. He sinks his hand into my hair and pulls my head off of him roughly only to bring me up to straddle him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I reach between us, gripping his cock as we both look at the mark I left him. Looking up at him, his eyes flutter to mine and I rise up on my knees.
“Mine.” I growl, slamming down onto him. He grips my hip with one hand as the other cups my face.
“My Sinister Valentine.” He says, smearing his leftover blood against my lips. I lick them and slowly ride his cock, shivering as he takes the same damn pen, slowly marking me with H’s as I cum all over his cock, making a mess of each other and the bed. We stay like this for hours, slicing into one another, bringing pleasure to our bodies as our souls feed each other like it's the last meal we will ever have.
Later that day, and many orgasms later, my stomach rumbles while in the middle of a movie. He rolls onto his side, laughing as his fingers trail over my breasts.
“Wanna get off campus for a bit? I’d like to show you something,” he says as his eyes glimmer with mischief.
“Fuck yes. The food here is good and all, but feed me something spectacular.” I beg and he nods, kissing my nose.
“Alright let's go.” He says, placing his hand out for me to take. Putting my hand in his, he pulls me up out of bed. I put my shoes on my feet and a hoodie over my head. Putting my hair up in a messy bun, he grabs his wallet, keys and phone. Opening the door for me, I step out and wait for him to lock up. He grabs my hand as we walk out the front doors and through campus.
Light flurries fall from the sky around us as the wind picks up. He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk to the front gates. Pulling it open for me, I step out onto the sidewalk, suddenly slamming into a hard body. Strong hands grip my waist to steady me as I look up to apologize, but instead I gasp.
“Hey Liv, long time no see.” He says as my eyes widen in shock.
“Dillon?”......
To be continued in “Bleed With Me” Coming Summer 2025. Pre-Order Now.