Chapter 11 Chapter 9 – Heartbeat Detonator

The knife trembled between them in the crimson half-light of the penthouse—its slim black blade still carrying the faint metallic scent of Elena’s own blood from the vow carved into her mound. Alessandro held it steady, handle toward her, the leather grip warm from his palm. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with their mingled fluids, rested heavy against his thigh; the fresh come leaking from her cunt and ass traced slow, obscene paths down the insides of her legs and puddled on the black silk beneath her. Every shallow breath pulled at the twenty-six fresh sutures in her side, sending bright lancets of pain that only sharpened the throbbing ache between her thighs. Midnight was eight hours and seventeen