Page 55 of The Darkness is Calling

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But the blood shows signs of stopping, even though my need is not fully satisfied. I feel my pulse pounding in my ears. My skin tightens, wanting more.

More blood

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So I pull the knife from my pocket, but instead of pressing my finger against it again, I touch the blade to her lip. One single movement, and I could obtain the liquid that feeds my monsters.

“Why aren’t you running?” I ask when I see she has no reaction.

“I don’t know,” she says softly, but her voice trembles. “I can’t...”

“I’m not stopping you.” Carefully, I move the knife, still avoiding hurting her.

“I know.” She is lost in my eyes.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me, Ekaterina? You know very well who I am and what I can do. You know what people say.”

I slowly move the knife toward her throat, aware that while she speaks, I risk cutting her if I press even a little harder.

And I truly do not want to.

She is ours.

“People say you are a monster,” she murmurs.

“And the princess wants to be ruined by the monster?”

Her lip trembles slightly, but her eyes glaze over, growing wet.

I don’t think my cock has ever been so hard as it is right now.

“You want to cry, and yet you say you are not afraid of me.”

She gulp and blinks several times, trying to banish the tears. And when she looks away, I press the knife to my palm and cut into it, making blood run toward my wrist.

“What are you doing?” she exclaims again, panicked when she sees the cut, which is almost as shallow as the last one but creates quite a spectacular image in this moment.

With my bloodied hand, I wrap my fingers around her throat, holding her chin raised with my thumb. I look deep into her widening eyes, and even now, she is not afraid. Her chest rises and falls faster, and I can swear she is just as aroused as I am.

And she is wearing only that damned pajama set, which lets me see her hardened nipples.

“Why do you want me to ruin you?”

“I don’t want that.” She struggles to get the words out because of my fingers tightening around her throat.

“Then what do you want?”

“I don’t know...”

I squeeze harder, this time bringing the blade back to her throat, beside the vein pulsing blood at a frantic pace. I don’t know if she feels it, but a thin line of blood slips from that spot. And when I move my hand, I mix her blood with mine on the thumb I bring to my lips, giving her the chance to breathe.

The taste of iron explodes in my mouth like a drug that ignites every cell and completely changes the purpose of my existence.

“Ours,” I whisper so softly, for myself and my voices, though I don’t know whether she hears it.

She shouldn’t.