her, my intent clear.
With a cry of alarm, Elizabeth scanned the wall before grabbing at one of my displayed swords—a rather ominous Russian Cossack saber. Pulling it free of its hardened black leather and gold sheath, she exposed the long, flat, razor-sharpened blade.
Holding the hilt with both of her small hands, she extended the heavy blade in front of her, pointing it at my midsection.
“Don’t come any closer,” she warned. Her voice sounded high and thin with a slight wobble.
She was afraid.
She should be.
Keeping her gaze locked with mine, I took two deliberate steps in her direction. Wrapping my left hand around the blade, I ignored the harsh sting of pain as its sharp edge sliced into my fingers.
Elizabeth gasped, her cherry lips opening in shock as I placed the point of the blade over my heart.
“Richard… don’t—”
She tried to back away, but the wall prevented her. Keeping my grasp on the blade, I lifted it higher till the point leveled over my heart. Refusing to take my gaze off her, I let the tip sink into my flesh.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Releasing the blade, I stood there. Watching as small drops of my own crimson blood trickled down the blade’s bright silver edge.
“Do it, Elizabeth. Thrust the blade into my heart.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Richard, please… I can’t… don’t make m—”
“Do it,” I yelled, my harsh intake of breath driving the point in a little deeper. Hissing through my clenched teeth at the pain, I reached past the blade and placed my left hand over her trembling grasp. “Drive it deep into my heart because that’s what you will do if you leave me.”
This might take my sadistic manipulation to new levels, but I didn’t give a damn. I would not go back to my colorless, jaded existence. It was her and her love or nothing for me.
With a cry, she dropped the sword.
Kicking it aside, I pounced.
Pinning her body between my own and the jagged brick wall, I placed my left hand on her jaw, forcing her head back. Her pale skin became smeared with my blood. With the edge of my thumb, I rubbed her lower lip, pressing it against the edge of her teeth. Inhaling deeply, I breathed in the floral shampoo scent of her still damp hair and the musky scent of her fear.
Leaning down, I breathed in her breath before claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. Sweeping my tongue inside the peppermint sweetness of her mouth, sullied by the metallic tang of my blood. Swallowing her whimpers, I pressed my hips into her own, wanting her to feel the hard threat of my cock.
Pulling back, I commanded, “Get on your knees.”
Her green eyes flashed and sparkled with unshed tears. Her lids slowly lowered, the dark fan of her eyelashes appearing stark against her pale, tearstained cheeks. The bloody handprint on her jaw and neck only fueled my lust.
With a shaky breath, keeping her head and gaze lowered, Elizabeth fell to her knees before me.
Reaching for the fastening of my jeans, I unzipped them one-handed as I rested my right fist against my thigh with my leather belt still in my grasp. An ominous threat of the pain she would still endure once she was done sucking my cock.
Pulling the thick shaft of my cock free, I fisted its length, stroking up and down as I watched her cheeks flush with what I knew was anticipation.
My baby girl wanted this. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she craved the brute force of my cock being thrust down her throat. I was the one who’d taught her the pleasure to be had through pain and supplication. She was my depraved angel, my dark creation.
“Open your mouth.”
Her trembling lips obeyed.
Thrusting my fingers into the hair on the top of her head, I pulled her forward to tilt her head all the way back before pushing her head once more against the wall. I imprisoned her at a particularly vulnerable angle. Stepping forward, my bare feet straddled her hips as I towered over her.
As I lifted my shaft, my voice was guttural with need. “Lick my cock. I want to feel your tongue.”
The tip of her tongue stretched out from between her open lips. I felt the soft swipe of it along the underside of my shaft from base to tip. The moment her tongue reached the head, I shifted my stance and pressed into her open mouth.
The sharp edge of her teeth scraped along the