Playing With Piper

Chapter Twelve

Piper

“Let me get this straight,” I say, holding one hand out while the other rests on my hip. I close my eyes for a moment so I can wrap my head around what the hell Blade just said.

“You’re saying that your brother is the guy who shot you?” I ask incredulously. Blade tilts his head.

“No, I said he’s the one who got me shot. Not that he did it. Motherfucker is too much of a pussy to do it himself, so he hired someone else to do it. Turns out this dumbass didn’t hold up his end of the bargain, so the guy decided to flake. Sorta. I guess he flaked enough, so I wouldn’t die,” Blade recounts the information like we’re talking about the fucking Sunday paper. I gape at him before shaking my head.

“You’re lying. There’s no fucking way,” I laugh abruptly. Blade looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I believe him, so I guess I probably have. Blade grins at me when I laugh. He looks terrifying like this. Unhinged with blood dripping from a cut on his forehead. He looks fucking delicious, too. Seductive, even, and I’m half tempted to beg for him in front of his brother. I refrain. Barely.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Blade teases. I squint at him because once again, he’s right.

“So, you’re just gonna kill him?” I ask innocently. Blade nods, offering me a sly look before tugging down the blindfold. Owen looks like Blade if Blade decided to grow up and work in finance. More specifically, a finance bro who does too many drugs on a work night. Owen has ugly scabs all over his face, and his pupils are blown out. His red-rimmed eyes are green like Blade’s, but there isn’t a single emotion swirling in them besides hatred. Something inside me twists, and I decide then that I’m okay with watching this man die. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that Owen put a hit out on Blade, and I’m more than willing to help hasten his demise. It would be a fucking honor to watch the world burn after everything we’ve been put through. Hell, I’ll light the match as long as Blade is holding the box.

“Is that disappointment I hear in your voice, Piper?” Blade says in a teasing tone. I shrug, letting out a puff of air as I clasp my hands together dramatically .

“Might be a little bit disappointed. Thought we were gonna have a wonderful time going on a murder spree. Bonnie and Clyde type shit,” I confess wistfully. Owen looks between us like we’ve lost our minds.

Owen mumbles something through the gag in his mouth. I settle my eyes on him and smile.

“Sorry, hon. What was that?” I ask him in the most mocking tone I can. There is something rotten inside me because I love this. I love that Blade is getting his revenge. I don’t remember much about Owen, but now that I think about it, I’m almost positive he called me a cunt once. I think I was around eleven at the time, but I think I’ve grown into it now. Honestly, I’d prefer for people to hate me. I hate them, working in customer service and all, so it’s only right that they hate me in return.

Besides, I told Blade I was willing to do whatever he needed me to do, and I’ll be damned if I don’t carry through.

“What’s the plan then?” I glance at Blade. I can feel Owen’s eyes glaring into me. His hatred persists. There’s no attempt at begging. No remorse. No denial. He looks fucking bored .

“Been playing around with a few ideas. I feel like it would be a little too on the nose if I used a knife, but I feel like it could be a good outlet to release my anger,” Blade answers thoughtfully while crossing his arms over his chest. His shirt strains against his biceps, and I’m more tempted to just beg him to choose if only for my own selfish reasons. Blade’s hair is messy, too, and it’s making me more distracted than I should be at a time like this.

Focus, Piper. Jesus, whore.

I shudder slightly and Blade notices. He takes a step closer to me, snaking his hand around my waist.

“Focus, baby,” Blade smirks. I glare at him. I’m trying, asshole.

Something inside me snaps, and I’m shoving my lips against Blade’s. The kiss is a battle of dominance, teeth and tongues clashing for victory. A whimper slips out when Blade bites down on my bottom lip.

“You know your place, Piper. I may get on my knees for you, but don’t forget that you’re the expert in begging,” Blade grunts against my mouth. I nod in agreement because I’m too far gone to object. We both know he’s right, and if it wasn’t for Owen still sitting on the bed, I would’ve shown Blade just how nicely I do beg for him. I’m at his mercy, always, and he knows it, unfortunately.

Owen clears his throat, and I groan when Blade pulls away, annoyed. We both glare at the man sitting on the bed, who’s staring at us with a blank expression.

“Are you two done, yet? Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you two?” Owen says, annoyance laced with a hint of disgust in his voice.

“Do you seriously wanna do a deep dive into all our problems? Because, quite frankly, it seems like you’re the reason for a few of mine,” I roll my eyes. Owen scoffs.

“Oh, please . Save it. You’ve caused me some of my own problems, you pretentious bitch,” Owen finally shows an ounce of emotion. I tilt my head in confusion.

“We’ve had like three halfass conversations before. What is your beef with me?” I almost laugh in his face, but I refrain. My curiosity is begging for more, but the humor in this entire situation isn’t lost on me.

“You took my brother away from me!” Owen concedes, struggling against his restraints. He looks like he wants to kill me, but he might just look like that all the time. I think the crazy in his eyes might be genetic because I’ve seen it in Blade’s eyes, too. The only difference is that Blade has never looked at me with anything close to murderous intent. It seems Owen’s only emotion toward me is psycho rage.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You tried to kill him!” I’m losing it. I have to be. There’s no fucking way this dude is blaming me for Blade disappearing when it directly stems from his crazy.

“Before that! He was mine first!” Owen screams. Blade crosses the room until he’s standing directly in front of his brother. I watch as he leans in close, whispering something that I can’t hear. Owen smirks.

“Don’t,” Blade warns his brother. He looks like he’s holding back from killing him right this second. I look to him with knitted brows, but Blade refuses to meet my gaze.

“Don’t what?” I squint, crossing my arms. Blade ignores me, and Owen’s smirk turns to a sinister grin.

“Am I your little secret, baby brother?” Owen asks. Something builds inside me, and I’m not sure if it’s fear or disgust. Both, I assume.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, voice wavering as I think of all the worst possible outcomes.

“Blade was my best friend first, Piper. We used to do everything together,” Owen laughs darkly. My stomach sinks further, and I glance over at Blade for an explanation. My heart hurts for him because I can’t be sure what he had to endure until he fills me in.

“Blade–”

“We weren’t friends, you fucking freak! You were my abusive older brother who loved to kick me around like a fucking ragdoll! You made me– God, you’re fucking vile, and I can’t wait until you’re dead!” Blade screams at his brother. Spit flies out of his mouth when he screams. It lands on Owen’s cheek, causing the older sibling to laugh.

“Go ahead, Blade. Pretend like it was terrible. We both know that you could’ve tried harder to stop it,” Owen continues laughing as he blames Blade.

My blood turns to stone as the words leave Owen’s mouth. My breathing turns shallow as I look to the older man still sitting on the bed. Hatred runs its course through me, and I picture every way I could kill Blade’s brother. In this moment, I’d be willing to risk all I am if it means that Blade doesn’t have to worry about this asshole ever again.

“You abused your own brother?” I ask quietly. My unblinking eyes are burning with unshed tears as I stare at Owen. The motherfucker has the audacity to grin. He nods like he’s proud of it. I guess most abusers are.

“Does it make you feel good? Powerful? Knowing that you were hurting a child. Did it get you off even after it was all over?” I ask him quietly as I grab Blade’s knife off the entertainment center. He tries to object, but I don’t give him the option. I can’t look at him, or I might break down before I can do this. Owen looks at me unamused when I take a step closer, but he doesn’t answer.

I dig Blade’s knife into Owen’s thigh, and he finally makes a noise of discomfort. He hisses in pain while I crouch in front of him.

“Answer me, freak,” I hiss while twisting the knife. Owen spits on me, and I slap him hard enough to make my hand sting.

“Every fucking time,” Owen grits. I snatch the knife out of his flesh before slamming it back in again.

“How many times? How long?” I probe. My fingers ache from how hard I’m gripping the knife, but I don’t even think about easing up .

“Go to hell,” Owen growls.

“You first. How fucking long did you abuse your own fucking brother?” I say, scaring myself with how calm I sound. The war raging inside me threatens to spill out, but I need him to answer me.

“Go to–”

“A year,” Blade answers quietly. I look up at him, gaze softening as I nod in understanding. I stand up and pull the blade from Owen’s leg. Blood spills out, marking the already yellowed sheets with a sinner’s life source. Owen lets out a huff, still glaring at us, and he’s panting now.

“Tell me that you’re okay with me doing this,” I whisper to Blade. He swipes his thumb over the single tear trickling down my cheek, and I’ve never seen this much love in his eyes.

“Don’t let me take this from you, Blade,” I plead with him, lifting the knife up to surrender it to him. If this is what brings him closure, then I’ll let him be the one to do it regardless of how badly I want to be the one who kills Owen. He may not have hurt me, but he hurt Blade which is infinitely worse. So, if this is how Blade makes this right–how he can finally be free– then I’ll happily hand over the weapon.

“I want you–” Blade curls his hand around mine holding the knife, forcing my grip to tighten around the hilt. He glances down at the blood staining my skin, and his gaze hardens. His jaw locks, and it’s like the rubber band holding the pieces of him together has snapped. Blade tugs the knife out of my hand and runs my bloody palm down his white shirt.

My bloody handprint on his shirt shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but my stomach flips with excitement anyway. Blade grips my chin and kisses me roughly before stepping around me. As he stalks towards Owen, I finally see what fear looks like on a sociopath. Heavenly, I decide. It looks fucking ethereal watching Owen’s face contort in pain as Blade shoves the knife into his flesh over and over again.

Blade is gripping onto Owen’s shoulder tight, keeping him upright as Owen’s eyes start to flutter. I watch as Blade tears into his brother, shirt taut against his flexing muscles.

The squelching of blood and flesh is the only sound echoing off the bare walls of the motel room. Splashes of crimson paint the wall beside the bed. Blade grunts as he retracts the knife, letting Owen’s lifeless body slump over on the blood-soaked bed.

Blade is panting heavily as he turns to face me. My brain turns off when he drops the knife and grabs at my skin with his bloodied hands. Blade’s slick hands grip at my thighs, lifting me up until I wrap my legs around his waist. His lips find home on mine easily–the same way they always do– and he crosses the room to sit me on the small desk in the corner. I whine when he pulls away, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Blade–” I try to object, but he cuts me off .

“Please, let me have this. Let me have a taste, baby. Need this. Fuck, I need you ,” Blade buries his head against my thigh. He inhales deeply, grunting in the process, like he’s trying to force himself to slow down. His fingertips dig into my flesh, and I can feel him nipping at my skin. My head falls back against the wall as he drags his teeth further up my thighs. My eyes flutter shut when his hand slips up to the column of my throat. Blade’s thumb caresses my skin softly, and I shutter at the tenderness. It’s a silent beg for me to give in, and who am I to resist?

Sighing contently, I concede and slip my thighs open further for him. Blade hums and nestles himself closer to my cunt. He slips his hands up to the waistband of my shorts and slips them, along with my panties, off in one swift motion. The cool air hits my exposed core, sending a shiver down my spine, but it’s quickly replaced by Blade’s warm breath. I finally pry my eyes open to look down at Blade. He’s already looking up at me, dried blood splattered across his sharp facial features. I stutter out a breath and look to my thighs instead. Blade’s handprints are imprinted on my skin in blood, and it’s fucking erotic. I grip at his hands holding my thighs, shifting forward slightly. I can feel him smirk against me, and I tangle my hands into his hair.

Blade grunts when I tug him closer to my exposed pussy. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, waiting for Blade to taste. When he finally pokes his tongue out, teasing it over my clit, I gasp and arch into him.

Blade laps at my cunt like a man dying. He pulls moans after whines from me, sucking my aching clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue. My eyes roll in pleasure, and I can’t stop my thighs from closing around his head. Blade doesn’t object, just pushes himself further into me.

“Fuck,” I groan when Blade pulls back just enough to slip a bloody finger inside of me. I should be disgusted by the blood, really, but there’s something so feral about him right now that I can’t even pretend to care about it. My thighs shake as I come on Blade’s tongue.

He doesn’t let up until I push his head away from my sensitive clit. Blade is glaring at me, and he looks fucking phenomenal. The blood on his face has smeared, and his chin is soaked with my cum. He pushes off his knees and shoves his lips to mine harshly.

“Gonna let me fuck you?” He grunts, rutting his covered erection against my naked core. I glance to the body lying on the bed, but Blade jerks my head back to face him. He stares into my eyes, waiting for me to answer. The glint of lust in his evergreen eyes has me nodding dumbly. Blade clicks his tongue in approval.

The sound alone has me melting. Something about how fucking pathetic it makes me feel has my mind reeling. I crave Blade’s approval, and I know I always have it. But something about that fucking sound… I wanna climb into his lap and do whatever I can to make him do it over and over again.

Blade takes notice of the way my brain shuts down. I look up at him through my lashes, and he laughs darkly.

“That's all it takes? I make a few noises, and you’re ready to let me use you however I want?” Blade teases, his voice low when he dips his head to suck a bruise onto my neck. I nod weakly while I fumble with the button of his jeans. I huff when I can’t get my hands to stop trembling enough to get his cock out.

“Calm down, baby. I’m right here. Not going anywhere,” Blade smirks, holding my hand lightly. I pull my hand away from the damn button and decide to slip the bloody shirt off him instead. I push the hem of the material up, and Blade laughs, helping me to slip his shirt over his head.

What? He couldn’t slip his dick out for me? Rude.

The blood soaked through his shirt, coating the muscles of his stomach. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me. I’m gonna be his next victim. Death by arousal. What a way to go.

“Blade, I’m fucking begging you. Get your dick out,” I grumble, leaning my head against his shoulder, breathing deeply. His skin smells like sweat, copper, and sandalwood, and I settle my teeth into his skin. It’s not enough to make him bleed, but I want to mark him. I want everyone to know that Blade is mine . It’s me who gets to love him and have his cock whenever I want.

“Fuck, Piper,” Blade hisses, slipping my hand back down to his jeans. He pops the button with ease, pushes the zipper down, and nudges my hand into his waistband.

“Go ahead, baby. Take it. Use me,” Blades says huskily into my ear. I shudder, kissing him as I stroke his cock. His hips jerk against my movements, and he’s gripping my thighs again. I beg the universe for Blade’s bruises to mar my skin, reminding me of who owns me. My lips ache from how hard he’s kissing me, but I’ll die if he stops.

Slipping his hardened cock from his jeans, I gasp as I line him up with my entrance. Blade juts his hips forward impatiently, settling fully inside me. I grip at his waist, gnawing on my lip as my vision blurs with pleasure. Blade’s hips rock into me, the force of his movements causing the desk to knock against the wall repeatedly.

The depravity in me forces my gaze back to the corpse on the bed. I glance down to the floor where the bloodied knife rests, discarded by Blade. I clench around Blade’s thick cock as I look at it. Blade groans in pleasure, tangling his hands into my hair as he follows my line of sight .

“What? Want me to make good on my promise to fuck you with my knife?” Blade grunts, still fucking himself into me.

I nod, too lost in the pleasure coursing through my cunt to think rationally. Blade laughs darkly, gripping my hair harder as he grinds his teeth.

“Not yet, Piper. Not gonna use it with his blood on it. If you want blood on my knife when I use it to please your pussy, it’ll be mine inside you. I’ll mark you with my blood because I own you,” Blade promises, and I moan at the vulgarity of his promise.

My jaw? Dropped.

My brain? Gone.

My pussy? His .

I gasp as my thighs start trembling around him again. Blade slips his hand down, playing with my clit.

“Tell me you understand,” Blade commands, pressing harder into me. Arousal drips from my used cunt, coating Blade’s cock as I try to nod softly.

“Use your words,” Blade grits, slowing his thrusts until I speak. He grips my cheeks in his hand, jerking my head up to look at him. My eyelids are heavy when I finally open them again.

“I understand,” I whimper.

“Tell me who owns you.”

“You own me, Blade.”

“Say it again,” he urges, quickening his pace once more. I cry out at him demanding tone, his cock deep enough that it has me drooling .

“I’m yours! I belong to you. Yours to use. Yours to ruin,” I cry out, tears threatening to fall from how fucking good he’s making me feel.

“Good girl. My cock is yours, Piper, so use it. Come for me, baby,” Blade puffs. I grip at any inch of him I can as I shudder around him. My walls clench around Blade’s dick, as my release coats his cock entirely. I writhe against him, panting as he slips out of me. His cum drips out of me a second later, and he frowns. Blade slips two fingers into my sensitive heat, pumping his release back into me. I push his hands away, or at least attempt to. He pushes my hands away, so I settle them on his wrist.

Finally, when I can’t take it anymore, Blade slips his hand away from me with a satisfied smirk. He admires his handiwork. He looks at me like he just perfectly replicated the fucking Mona Lisa.

The two of us sit in silence, catching our breaths as we both come down. Blade lifts his head to glance over at his dead brother. I follow his gaze, pouting at the thought of dealing with that . Blade groans in irritation.

“Even in death, he’s still fucking shit up for me,” Blade grumbles. I look at him confused.

“What? I’d fuck you into the mattress, but the asshole got his blood all over it,” Blade explains when he sees me watching him. I stare at him for a minute before laughing loudly .

“You’re fucking insane,” I continue laughing as I push him away from me, so I can jump down from the desk. Blade rolls his eyes but takes a step back.

“Oh, sue me for wanting to fuck my girlfriend,” he snarks, raising his hands up in surrender.

“You just did,” I point out, bending over to grab my clothes. Blade slaps my ass, and I yelp. I turn around and glare at him.

“You can clean this up by yourself, then,” I threaten, spinning on my heel. I toss my dirty clothes into my bag before slipping out a fresh set. Blade shakes his head, a small smile on his lips as I disappear into the bathroom.