Chapter 35 Thirty-five - Blaine

• This was inevitable one way or another. I knew the moment I had her down here earlier in the year and saw her climax from the pain that it would have taken a miracle for me to stay away from her. In fact, I think I knew after our flirtatious conversation at the bar before winter break. Every muscle in my body strains as I fuck her harder than I've ever fucked anyone, watching her face twist with pleasure.
• "Tell me how it feels to submit to darkness," I order.
• Her lips purse together as I smear more of her blood onto me, ignoring the sting from the wound in the palm of my hand. "It feels so fucking good," she murmurs, so quiet, as if she's scared to say it too loud.