voice trails off while his eyes dart around the space, avoiding my gaze. I reach for his chin and drag his focus back to me.
“And you wanted what?” I press.
“I wanted you to hurt too,” he admits. “I wanted you to hurt as much as I did and putting the business in jeopardy was the only way I knew how.”
My mind is screaming at me to be angry at him, to explain just how bad his little stunt could’ve been, but my sick and twisted heart knows no matter what, this man is made for me.
“What if I killed you?” I ask. “You had to know that was an option?”
My hands now roam over his shoulders and down his arms. I slide my fingers into his, and bring them up to my mouth, skimming my lips over his knuckles.
The addiction to touching him is getting worse by the second.
“I almost welcomed it,” he confesses, his voice shaky, his body not the only thing exposed and vulnerable. “Going to this much trouble and having you hate me was always a risk, but I never planned to be around to deal with it.”
Reaching for his waist, I pull him closer to me so his ass sits on the edge of the seat, his legs blocking me in. I wrap my arms around his torso and kiss his tattoo. “I couldn’t live in a world where you don’t exist,” I murmur against his skin.
I feel him press his lips to the top of my head. “Don’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”
Without warning, I tip my head up and capture Kai’s mouth in a needy kiss. Wanting more. Wanting everything. I curl his legs around my chest and manoeuvre us until I’m seated on the sofa and he’s straddling me.
His hard length grazes against mine, and there’s nothing I want more than to rub up on him for some delicious friction. But instead, I attempt to rein it in. To go slow.
My lips skate across his jaw, down his neck, and chest and back up. Over and over, I nip and lick and taste and suck while he angles his neck every which way, letting me mark him and make him mine in all the ways that matter.
From the corner of my eye, the stainless steel of the knife shines in the low light. My chest heaves as I reluctantly stop kissing Kai and reach for it. His eyes dart down to it curiously.
“Show me which tattoos you carved out,” I request.
Without fear or apprehension, he points to a regal-looking G on the inside of his bicep. It’s blended amongst another design, and I wonder to myself how many secrets Kai has just hiding in plain sight.
Taking the tip of the blade, I use my own perfected skills and trace the outline of the G. A loud hiss leaves his mouth, but it’s not enough to make me relent.
When the first sight of blood decorates his skin, I press my mouth to it, licking it up. I repeat the motion with every new tattoo he shows me, my lips dancing across his skin, lapping up the continuous flow of his blood. Making him mine.
He grinds against my aching length as he guides me to the R and the A and the rest of the letters he so possessively wears on his body.
A loud moan erupts from his lips when I tease his nipples, his hands cupping the back of my head, trying to keep me there.
When my mouth lands on the heart tattoo, I look up at him, his eyes blazing with lust and desperation.
“I want my name here,” I tell him, pointing at the bare skin within the heart design. “I want your heart to beat for me. I want it to bleed for me.”
He places his hand over mine and raises the knife to the center of his chest. “Do it.”
Expertly, I put my skills to good use, the thrill of pain versus pleasure for Kai, a heady, intoxicating mix of moans and groans. His skin oozes blood, the steady stream running down his chest as I flawlessly nick the first two layers of his skin, keeping the wound superficial and his actual veins and organs safe.
He looks absolutely breathtaking, and I can’t take my eyes or my hands off him. But I want more. I want everything.
I want his heart, his body, his soul. His pleasure, his pain, and everything that comes in between. I not only