Chapter 33 Thirty-three - Blaine

• A crease forms in between her brows. "Why would I do that when I've already asked you to fuck me multiple times?"
• "Because we haven't even touched the surface of how sick I am." I slide the knife across her lower abdomen with more force, creating a two-inch cut that's not too deep but bleeds well. Using my free hand, I drag my fingers through the blood and smear it across her beautiful, soft skin.
• She shudders, glancing down at it.