Chapter 38
Anita
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N ow you've made it magnificent.
Those words fill my entire soul like floating atop a lake with no worries in the world. He says I've made magnificent, but it's how he's made me feel.
I spin around so I can look at him again. He’s beautiful tonight, in his all-black tuxedo that fits his built frame like it was constructed all for him. The dark strands of his wavy hair aren't falling in front of his face but pushed back and free. I can see all his dangerous features, those possessive golden eyes that make my belly swirl.
He’s mine. All mine. That feels so good to say.
My mouth goes dry because he's staring at me like he's ready to chew me alive.
“I have your gift.” I turn and grab the gift I got for him off the dinner table, too. My heart begins to beat faster, and my pulse speeds up an extra notch. I never gave someone a present before.
Pull yourself together; it's not a nuclear bomb.
I lick over my lips and twist back around, my arm extends out to him. “For you. I thought you would like it.”
Ronan tilts his head to the box and back at me with a low grin rising his lip. “Show me.”
I step closer, untying the bow and lifting the lid to the rectangular box. Inside is a special, custom-made silver dagger with the letter P engraved on the hilt and a lion dripping poison from its fur carved intricately surrounding it.
It's a matching set to my dagger.
I glance back at him and his brows furrowed slightly with surprise. Without saying anything, he raises his hand and smooths his thumb onto the handle before wrapping his fingers around and lifting it from its container.
I smile. “It looks good on you.”
He grins at me with a mischievous glint to his eyes, then looks back in the box, and I smile brighter. “What's this?”
“A little addition to make things a bit more fun.” I lift the small tube with the cork sealed on top and put the box back down on the table. I swirl my hand as light fluorescent green ooze floats and sways in the bottle. Datura Poison and a mixture of other sweet things.
“Whenever it's time to use it...” I tilt it and motion my hand slowly down the blade with my gaze pinned on him. “You apply it then—” I snatch the blade from his grip with a speed that I've been trained for, and I hold the sharp end of it to his neck with a devious grin on my lips. “Watch as the poison infects their souls.”
Ronan doesn't falter back, he doesn't even wince. Only his eyes deepen with a darkness I've never seen, and my stomach flips in a dangerous twist that drops between my thighs. My breath quickens, and I can see his chest rise and fall under my arm.
I glance at his lips, entranced by the scar that I enjoy licking and kissing, the way his mouth feels on me when he’s tasting my skin and relishing in my body like I’m his addiction. Next, I'm raising the knife to those lips, and I trace the outline of them.
“Stunning,” I whisper.
His mouth parts as I bring the blade to the front of his mouth, and he extends his tongue, swiping it right on the sharp edge. I gasp. He purposely cuts himself and blood oozes from the slice. My pupils dilate as I watch the crimson leak, ready to spill.
As quick as I was, he grabs a chunk of my hair and jerks my head closer to him. I gasp again in shock, the knife now near my lips.
“Taste it,” he demands.
Taste his blood again? I wait to feel repulsed by it, only my pussy throbs in response, and my heart jumps up and down in excitement, clapping at his insane command. Is it a traitor or am I completely consumed by this man?
Still, I find myself lowering his blade and my tongue extending toward him. The growing pulse between my thighs heightens, and the pumping in my chest speeds up. And when my tongue meets his, my entire body explodes.
I moan as I lick off the warm, wet, metallic taste of him, every cell in me sparking with delight. His fingers grip tighter in my scalp as if he can feel it, too. I swipe over around his tongue, licking it clean like some addict needing a drug.
He is my drug.
Becoming crazed, I brush up against his chest to kiss him savagely and taste more of what should make me vomit. But Ronan yanks my head back, and I suck in a tight breath through my teeth, the pull intense and popping the stands.
“You love to pull my hair.”
“It's enough of it for me to enjoy.” He squeezes his fist and that pain shoots right to my aching cunt. I moan and bite down on my lip. The pain is so good.
He’s looking at me with a sly smirk on his face, and his other free hand wraps around mine, holding his dagger.
“Do you still hate blood?”
“Yes.”
His brow lifts in question.
I swipe over my lips. “Just not yours.”
A smirk stretches his lips, and I do the same, goosebumps lifting and firming down my arms. Something chaotic and twisted hovers over us, driving deep into my corrupted soul and reveling in the insane pleasure of what's unfolding right here.
“Then go on and do it.”
I'm confused for a second until I glanced at our joined hands and saw exactly where the sharp blade was pointing.
At his chest.
Ronan
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A nita’s eyes are wide , almost horrified at my request.
“Go ahead. Give in, little snake.” I groan deeply against her ear. I can feel her body warming against mine, the shiver cascading up her spine as I demand her to slide over to the darker side of the shadows.
Anita shakes her head. “No, I don't want to hurt you.”
That actually makes me upset, and my face turns serious. “Do it.”
I let her go, leaving the dagger in her hand for her to use on me. She's hesitant, but I can see the spark behind those shaded eyes, the desire to give in to the poisonous temptation and make. Me. Hers. Forever.
I undo my tie, unbutton my tux jacket, and fling it off. She watches the act, fixated on me. Next is my shirt, and I pop the buttons, not bothering to unbutton them.
As if she hadn't seen my body before, her eyes brighten, and her lips part. I know it's not from disgust because for some strange reason she found the beauty in the ugliest parts of me.
That only makes me so damn hard that I undo my belt and unzip my pants to free my cock, and when I do, a drop of clear liquid beads at the tip.
Her lids spread with lust, and her breathing becomes erratic. I smirk at her and swipe the liquid, rubbing it over my dick. With a few steps, she's in front of me, and she begins to lower with her eyes leading the way.
I’m fast, and I catch her by the hair again, bringing her back up. “Ah. Ah. Ah.”
She glowers at me. That only edges me on more. “Be a bad girl and do what I say.” I take her hand with the knife in it.
Her nostrils flare, and it's so sexy that she wants to suck my dick this bad, but she can't have it.
I tilt my head, allowing the sinful behavior to take hold of me. And to make its way into her. I know it’s what she needs, even when she denies it. It fucked, cruel, and unusually fascinating.
She has it in her, like me. I knew it the moment she let me watch her stab that fucker in the chest over and over until he was a bludgeoned mess.
Her lips fold in; I’m sure her mind races with what ifs and the self-control is eating her from the inside.
“You won’t hurt me. It would hurt me if you didn’t do it.” I lower the cold blade to my skin. “I mark you all the time.”
“That’s different,” she rushes out breathless. Still not taking her eyes off my chest.
“Don’t think.” I dig it into my skin. “Just do.” Because if it’s anyone's scar that I would rather see.
It's hers.
The only one I’d ever want.
Anita releases a shaky breath, her body shifting as her fingers flex around the grip handle. It only turns me on more to see her battling her demons, wondering which way to go.
Then a burning tingle stings on my old wound. I glance at her, my heart punching against my ribs. Her eyes are slightly widened, her lips parted in fervor.
I let out a satisfying breath. “Finish what you start.”
She tugs in her bottom lip, placing her clammy hand on my chest to stabilize herself, and continues to dig into my skin with a gentle touch, carving in whatever idea she has. My left-hand reaches behind her, stroking her perfect ass as she makes her print. The sharp sting from the blade only makes my cock thicken more, and my balls fall heavy, the pain intense enough to make me cum right here.
“Make me yours, little snake.” I pant, my heart still hammering against my ribs. I slick my tongue over my teeth and on the bottom. The pain doesn't compare to when I was tortured. This sensation is indescribable, it’s fermenting, and causing the excitement to gather at the root of my belly. I squeeze her ass as she slowly traces a line down the other side, the tip of my dick jams against her thigh as more hot liquid drips from it.
Then she pauses and pulls back, lowering the knife slowly, a devilish smile curling over her lips.
I take a look at the work. My stomach ropes into knots as I see the letter ‘A’ cut on top of the longer laceration. So, whenever I look at my chest, I will always see her. And remember what she’s done. Blood leaks down the gash, tickling my skin.
I slowly wrap my hand around her throat, her breath hitches from the abrupt shift.
“Good job.” I lean closer to her mouth. My lips skim delicately over hers, my breathing still hard. “Now use that pretty mouth of yours and lick it up.”