Page 13 of The Killing Game

Jason grabs the towel with his other hand, launching it across the room and leaves me fully exposed. He breaks the kiss to look down at me. I’m left panting, my head is spinning with excitement. Jason’s eyes darken as he takes me in. My body sings under his appreciative gaze. His free hand finds its way to my breast, teasing the sensitive skin while his thumb brushes gently over my budding nipple. Instinctually, I lean into his touch. A mew of appreciation escapes my lips as my breathing picks up. I lull my head back against the wall, savoring each swipe of his thumb. Jason leans and nips at the pulsating artery in my neck.

“Fuck,” I rasp out.

Jason chuckles into my neck as he continues his assault.

“You think you can fool Sam. Colton. The officers. But I know the secret you’re hiding, Ashe,” he taunts.

My eyes flash open. He’s leaning back to look at me, staring directly into my soul. I can feel ice forming around my blackened heart.

No. There’s no way. No one knows. No one, except…except the killer.

Bile rises in my throat. Horniness be damned, my flight or fight kicks in. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. Fucking idiot.

I reposition myself against the wall ready to run. I try pushing Jason’s chest to get him away from me. He doesn’t budge.

“Get away from me, Jason. You know nothing about my secrets.” I push again.

A chuckle escapes from his lips, the corners of his mouth upturned. I can feel his grip on the knife tighten.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, little bat. You put on this facade of the dark, mysterious, dominating goth queen. I know what you truly are. What you truly want.”

“And what is that, oh wise one?” I snip at him.

Jason removes the knife from my neck. The metallic tip traces its way down my neck and across my tits. He flicks the tip of the knife at the top of my sternum, effectively nicking me. I suppress the scream rising inside me and continue staring directly at Jason. Warm, crimson droplets run down my stomach. Blood begins to bead at the cut and Jason holds the knife in place, gathering a pool of blood against the reflective surface.

Jason brings the blade up to his mouth, examining the dark liquid that clings to the metal. In one swift movement, his tongue meets the blunt edge and he licks one side clean. He sighs.

“Fucking delicious, just like I thought you would be. I can’t wait to see what your pussy tastes like.”

He brings the knife in front of my mouth, turning it so the tip is poised delicately against my Cupid’s bow.

“What you want is to be dominated. That bratty exterior is only a cover. You’re just waiting for someone to match your energy,” he says. The knife drops to my bottom lip, playing against the soft skin.

I’m panting again, but this time in fear of being sliced like Black Dahlia. My brain is screaming at me: Run. Run now. Runnnnn.

I’m immovable, in shock for what just happened. For what Jason just said.

He pushes the tip of the knife further onto my bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” Jason chides.

I look down at the knife and back at Jason.

“No,” I say.

Jason shakes his head.

“That wasn’t a request, little bat. Open.”

He gestures with the knife.

I lick my lips, still panting. I contemplate whether or not I trust him enough to not dice me up.

Against my better judgment, I part my mouth just enough for the tip to slip inside.

“Good girl. Now close,” Jason says.

I do as I’m told. Partly because I don’t want to die. Partly because this is kind of fucking hot. My lips close around the bloodied tip. The salty tinge is familiar against my tongue.

Jason is smirking again.