34 - Blaine.

I pull the knife out of my mouth with my free hand. "That's it, scream for me," I groan as I push my hips further forward, allowing the last couple of inches to sink inside of her. "I love it when they scream," I murmur into her ear.

"You are insane." I can hear the mix of pain, shock, and pleasure in her voice. "Would you stop if I asked you to?"

I bring the knife to her throat and exert pressure there, making her whimper in response.

"What did I tell you?"

"No questions," she mutters.

I drag the knife lower and slide the sharp edge through the skin over her collarbone.

She cries out in pain.

"Exactly." I lick my lips as I watch over her shoulder as the blood trickles down her chest. "But to answer your question, no. There's nothing you can say now that can stop me."

"Please, sir," she begs.

I don't know what exactly it is she's begging me for. Whether she wants me to stop or whether she wants me to fuck her, and it doesn't really matter. As the beast is out of his cage and the only