Chapter 27 #2
I threw punches in quick succession, but it felt like I was pummeling a rock-solid wall, like the man felt no pain. Irritated, I tried harder, and he evaded every one of them. Caught up in my need to land a hit, I wasn’t prepared when he pushed me up against a wall with a knife to my neck.
I froze.
His eyes locked with mine, one brow slowly rose followed by a faint smirk that hinted he got a kick out of terrifying people.
“What…what are you doing?” I stammered, feeling the silver blade press into my skin.
“Never entice the devil unless you’re ready to give him your soul, little fox.” He leaned forward, whispering in my ear, “unlike him, I take without an invitation.”
My breath whooshed out in a shaky exhale.
Clearly, I’d locked horns with the wrong man even though his men were easy to overthrow.
“What…do you…” The question caught in my throat, the burn on my neck intensifying.
I gripped the counter to the side of me, forcing calm into my body. “What do you want?”
“You on your knees.”
I frowned before understanding took root. “You want me to apologize on my knees? How archaic,” I couldn’t resist the jibe.
“Apologize?” He chuckled again and I chose to ignore the reaction of my body to that throaty sound. “I want you on your knees, sucking my cock.”
His earlier threat came back with harsh clang. “You…you’re kidding.” My mouth hung open, chaotic thoughts making my mind go numb. I prayed this was a joke that someone had taken a little too far.
“I never kid about fucking, the bone crushing or the pussy-wetting kind.” There was a dangerous predatory tone to his words, warning me I should believe him.
“Now.” I felt the knife press harder, the pain the least of my worries.
“Either you suck my cock, or I slice your pretty little neck. I like pussy but I like blood even more.”
Disbelief rushed out in a shocked laugh hearing him confirm the notorious rumors I’d heard but paid no attention to.
Attacking his men wasn’t the best decision I’d ever made in my life.
One of the girls had also mentioned the Rossi brothers lived abroad, where exactly I had no idea.
Which begged the question why were they here?
Terrorizing innocents like me. “This isn’t funny,” I rasped, trying to cause minimal movement to my neck.
His eyes held mine, their darkness an ominous threat. “Do you see me laughing?”
As if I’d just insulted him, the knife moved. I shuddered feeling my flesh give way. His gaze shifted, watching the slow trickle of blood down my neck. Yet his expression remained the same. Lifeless, heartless, detached. How could a man this beautiful appear this cold?
“Exquisite,” he muttered a second before his head dipped.
My eyes widened, my breathing rapid as I felt his warm breath fan over my skin followed by the soft caress of his tongue rolling over the cut.
Holy shit.
He was licking my blood. Baffled, my breath stuttered with another swipe of his tongue, his throaty groan of pleasure filling my ears.
“Oh,” I whispered, hating how his soft suckling influenced my body’s temperature, to say nothing of the tingle between my legs. What he was doing shouldn’t have my lower abdomen tightening with an unfamiliar need. I shouldn’t be enjoying something so shockingly revolting.
And by God, I was.
“Fuck, you taste so goddamn sweet.” He lifted his head, looking at me but all I could focus on was the red tinge on his bottom lip.
My blood.
I didn’t know if that was sexy or sick. “Let me go,” the words fell from my mouth without thought as I struggled, but the knife to my neck restricted my movement.
For a moment, his free hand merely tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ears. The gesture so intimate, I almost believed he was contemplating my request. Then that hand grasped one of mine, bringing it to his hard on. “Not until you choke on my dick.”
With a soft gasp, I tugged my hand, but he held it firm, rubbing it over his cock. No man had ever treated me with such arrogance and the harsh thrum of my heartbeat echoed in my ears at the thought of what Remo planned to do with me.
“I’ll never get on my knees for you,” I forced every bit of venom I could muster into that vow.
His tongue rolled over his bottom lip in probable anticipation, the lip ring glistening with wetness. “You say that like you have a choice.”
“I have the right to say no,” I retorted.
“Not when you’ve snagged my attention.” The knife dug deeper, and I felt another trickle of blood. Remo’s eyes darted downward, a flick of excitement the only light to his darkened features.
Either my pain threshold was extremely high, or cutting had taken on a sudden allure because I couldn’t back down. “I didn’t ask for it, nor do I want it,” my reply made it out on a shaky breath.
A muscle in his jaw flexed as his nostrils flared before his breathing evened out, almost like he’d completely stopped seeking air.
I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or bad.
“I’m not adverse to somnophilia or fucking the corpse of someone I find captivating,” he replied, his tone heavy with a wealth of caution that I should take heed.
“You’re sick.”
“I like to think deranged fits me better.”
God, he had a freaking answer for everything, his bored nonchalance more infuriating by the second. “You can’t keep me here. Dr Carlo will be back soon, he’ll have your ass, friend or not.”
My threat was wasted on him. Remo Rossi gave off an aloof vibe that clearly said, fuck off before you had a chance to open your mouth. Nothing or no one would faze him.
He tilted his head to the side, studying me. “I have all the time in the world. The longer you keep me here, the longer I fuck this pretty mouth.” He rubbed a thumb across my bottom lip and I jerked my head to the side. “Your precious doctor knows exactly what relationships to maintain.”
“Are you saying he’ll let you have your way with me,” I spluttered, not believing that of Dr Carlo. Then again, I didn’t know the extent of his relationship with the Rossi brothers.
“What I’m saying,” he leaned closer until his nose touched mine, the angle of the knife changing to press over my right breast. “As much as I love to suckle a nipple, one drenched in blood will keep my mouth occupied for longer.” His eyes took on a deadly hue, a threat that he probably got off on killing people.
“You’d be a beautiful fucking sight walking down the hospital corridors dressed in nothing but the blood of your wounds. ”
“You wouldn’t.” I gasped, my eyes darting to the closed door and back to his face. A wolfish grin tugged his lips, daring me to escape. “This is rape,” I spat.
His pupils dilated, almost taking over the blue irises and a moment of utter silence fell between us, like the entire world had suddenly gone quiet. My thoughts froze, caution squeezing my tendons, confirming my worst fear was about to happen.
God, this couldn’t be real. This must be a nightmare. My chest tightened, searching for air, the blood in my veins crying for help that probably wouldn’t come. A frustrated sob worked its way up my throat, but I shoved it back down.
“Let me go or I’ll scream.”
His chuckle was darkly erotic. “Oh, little fox, you’re going to scream for me either way.” he coaxed as if he’d just read my mind. “Chances are it will be from how hard I fuck you. No one is going to save you from me.”
His face blurred as tears threatened to form. I blinked them back, furious at my own weakness and took several hard swallows before I gave in. “Fine.” I’d never uttered a more bitter word before.
“Good girl.” His hand replaced the knife on my neck, and I felt my body being forced downward.
My eyes on the blade still within inches of my face, I lowered to my knees. The slide of his zipper, a forewarning of his intention, sent an abrupt chill through my body, but I refused to look when he drew out his cock and instead kept my gaze locked on his.
Narrowing my eyes, I attempted one last snub. “Just so you know, I’m only doing this because you’ve just threatened me,” I fumed. “If I had my way, I’d never let you near me.”
“Aww, you break my heart,” he mocked, letting out a dark laugh that spun chills down my spine.
“Now shut the fuck up and suck my cock like a good fucking girl.” He tapped my lips with the cockhead, demanding entrance.
A sudden desire to bite it off sprung to mind.
“Use your teeth, and I’ll fuck your ass followed by cunt so fucking hard, you’ll feel me for the rest of your fucking life,” he growled.
Oh God, how did he do that. Had my expression given me away? I scowled, the same time my eyes dropped to his dick.
“Holy cow,” I gulped, staring at the small barbell on the circumcised head of a thick, long cock and the Jacob’s ladder along the shaft. As a doctor, I’d seen a few cases of piercings gone wrong, yet I’d never been this intimate with one. “That’s not going to fit in my mouth,” I blurted.
He gripped the back of my head, tilting so that my eyes met his, his ever-present smirk in place. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit. Even if it hurts.”
Glaring at him, I forced every ounce of hatred into my stare. He merely lifted brow. “Open your mouth.” I did as he asked and he rolled the tip of his cock around my lips. “Lick it.”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed out my tongue, letting the tip touch the head, tasting a sweet saltiness with a hint of steel then dragged my tongue from base to tip, feeling the ridges of his piercing and wondering again how it would fit in my mouth.
“Have you never sucked a cock before?”
The insult had my shackles in defense mode. “Only the ones I liked.”
That earned me a smirk before he slid his cock into my mouth, a slow back and forth rhythm that immediately sprouted a tingle between my thighs. Hating the reaction, I tuned it out and concentrated on closing my mouth around his length.
“Keep my cock in your mouth and loosen your hair.”