Chapter 12

Chapter 12




“No. No. No!” Avalyn's brows knit together tightly, her nose scrunched and eyes half closed. Did this man just ask her to strip? She thought she was out of his mind, but he's gone completely insane. There's only one man to ever see her nude, and she doesn't want to remember the experience, but then again can she resist the mob boss?

It wasn't a request. It was a direct order.

Bloody rolled his eyes, coming over to darkly state with his hooded eyes and perfectly identical bushy brows. “You either take them off,” he bent over, she crawled back but he caught her by the throat, pulled her in and sinfully whispered, “Or I rip them off, baby girl.”

As much as pleasurable shivers rumbled through her being sending signals to her nub, she knew better than to take his words lightly. Though they've spent little time together she's observed one key thing amongst many; he likes games.

A bulb appeared in her mind as an idea sparked.

“Master,” she called his name in a mellifluous tone. Making the man reverse and stare into her green eyes, curiosity but amusement danced in them. “Master...”

“Yes, baby?” he initiated the first move, kissing her on the neck unhurriedly, one peck after the other. “What...would you like...master to do for you?”

Avalyn spread her legs and laid down, Bloody tugged on his black shirt–albeit a little too tight, and climbed between her legs still lavishing the slender column of her neck in kisses. Ava's fingers went down to place a light grip on the soft sheets, opening her legs even wider.

“Master...”

“Baby,” he reached up and yanked on her red hair, drawing a gasp out rosy lips. “Tell master what you want, you know he will do anything for you.”

Ava panicked for a second but composed herself quickly enough. “Master...please, make me feel good.”

She groaned with a wince following it, Bloody bit hard into her neck. The man licked the bruised piece of skin and looked up at her with indescribable emotions, “I would do anything for you, anything you want.”

He came up to kiss her on the lips. A smooth, steady, and tender kiss that lasted longer than it should've, Ava had wrapped her arms around his neck while he forced her legs around his waist. Bloody later put both hands on either side of her head, continuing the sensuous kiss that was just the beginning of what was to come. He pulled away briefly to lick her top lip, sucking on the soft red skin–it made him think of marshmallows, and boy did he love marshmallows. Bloody had to force his body to pull away from her upper lip to bite on the bottom one, but it wasn't just a nibble like he did with the top.

Bloody bit into her lip so hard blood oozed from the breech in her flesh. He heard Ava gasp but didn't waste time focusing on the bleeding spot, sucking up every bit of blood. The metallic taste sent delicious tingles straight to his cock confined by the stupid pants. Now it was his turn to groan, his turn to ball his fist into the sheet, he bit a different part of her lip and did the same thing. Bite, lick, suck, swallow.

Avalyn didn't do anything to stop him from enjoying himself; she accepted it with open arms, while her hand of course reached into his pocket to pull out the knife there. The second her fingers brushed against the black handle Bloody's hand with veins sticking up stiffly grabbed her dainty wrist.

It was at this moment, that she knew, she fucked up.

“What–” she cut herself off, the man between her legs rose to kneel between them. The nasty look he gave her had everything inside Ava's nervous system going haywire. 𝑶𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅!

𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚.

Bloody shook his head, a tsk with each disproving turn. “Baby, why… Would you do that? I thought we were having fun. You made master unhappy.”

“You're a psychopath! Get off of me!” she bellowed at the man. Her original rebellious phase coming to take its place and get her into trouble. Logically thinking, that's all it does.

Bloody, as always, smiled warmly at his bunny. It was a smile of purity–well, that was ruled out when he handcuffed her despite the flailing arms, kicking legs and screaming. “Shut up! Stop acting like a maniac! I don't want to hurt you, Ava!”

“I don't want your dick in me, pervert! Get away! Get away! Get away–” she froze up, a knife pointed under her chin at her throat. She breathed in a good amount of air before exhaling and saying, “So you're gonna threaten me with a knife now? Wow, wow. Do you think this is funny? Wipe that stupid smile off your face,” she gulped, tilting her head back more as the knife trailed down her neck.

“I know you're smart, bunny. I know you know that I like games, I see everything as a game. Everything,” he pressed the tip of the blade between her sharp collar bones, Ava sharply inhaled when the tip touched her skin. “The question is, do you think you can play with me, little girl? Words of advice; don't play games with someone who can play them better. I can be a very nice man, and I can be a very...” he pressed the blade deeper to which she gulped. “very... Bad man.”

“I despise you and everything that represents you.”

“Oh, baby, join the line. It's quite a long one,” he dragged it down her skin in a straight line, and to his utmost surprise her breathing fastened and her body seemingly arched on its own accord to meet the lethal tool. “Interesting,” he cocked his head to the right, “I see you have a knife kink.”

“I have no such thing,” Avalyn protested.

“Oh? Then what is this...” Bloody lowered the knife, never breaking eye contact and neither did she, both trying to read the other's thoughts while not making their own too obvious, but it was all too easy to point out who was the real game master here. “How long will you keep this up, dear Ava?” the knife cut the fabric of the nightdress, once it reached her navel Bloody pushed the blade in and she tensed up.

He smirked as her gaze of hatred burned his skin.

The mobster carried the blade even further until it was cutting through her panty, all this happened while her face turned bright red–spreading from her cheeks to her ears, Bloody came a little closer to intently observe her reactions. And although she did her best to hide what she felt, she wasn't as good as she thought she was.

He turned the knife to its flat side and pressed against her warm cunt, her breaths came out shakily and her toes curled. Eyes failing to stop themselves from rolling, her lips parted for her teeth to bite hard on the lower one. Bloody smiled contently, going in an up-and-down motion with it. Her reactions were priceless, she does have a knife kink. It made him pleased.

“Tell me, sweetheart, how long have you had this attraction to knives?” Bloody hedonistically swiped his tongue over his lips, impatiently moving in to kiss her earlobe and a spot behind her ear that made Avalyn shudder a bit too much. “You're weak to knives, and you're weak to behind-the-ear kisses, is this heaven? I may like it here.”

“One of these days, oh, one of these days, I'll be the death of you,” great, Bloody found out her little secret. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔? 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅...𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔..𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅.

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚... She looked at Bloody, playfully poking the knife's tip into her thighs. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. And he knows.

Bloody walked his free hand up her body, when he reached her chest he rubbed her nipple which went stiff quickly from the warmth of the light touch, he brought his hand up and wrapped it around her nape. He pulled her in for a hard, sloppy kiss that lasted so long that both were breathless when they pulled apart. Panting as they looked at each other.

However, the kiss had Godfather Bloody feening for more. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕.

Soon he was stripping Ava himself while she watched him, accepting the fact that in this game...she can't be the winner.