Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

To those who thought I could never touch the dark side, let alone dive into it. This one’s for you, love. Thank you for doubting me; thank you for making my will so fucking ironclad that I not only stepped foot into the dark, but I think I even stole a piece of it for myself.

My cock slides in and out of her ass as I pound into her from behind. Tightening my grip on her raven-black hair, I press the side of her face further against the filthy cobble wall and continue to fuck her.

Well that's one way to start a book Almost died Reminder to self to read this while working and drinking coffee

I love each and every one of my bruises, because they remind me that I’m real. They’re temporary stamps of victory that come and go – victory against the hate my own mother has for me.

Her hair’s so fucking pink that it all but demands a person’s attention, but I guess it goes really well with the vibe she’s got going ‘round for herself. Her olive skin is a physical sin wrapped around her willowy body; the way she shifts against my perusal makes my veins burn. She’s got a mole just below her slightly hollowed left cheek, and a noticeable indent just above her top lip. I meet her eyes – so dark they threaten to suck me into their abyss – and realize that I’ve never been more gravitated towards anything in my life than I am to her. Cignette Adler exudes wild beauty, and I’ll be damned to the pits of hell if I even try to convince myself otherwise.

being alone with her might give me a chance to do the thing I’ve wanted to do since she got here: stake my goddamn claim on her. And yeah, it’s very Neanderthal-like of me to say that, but this is who I am, and Cignette will have to get used to it, whether she likes it or not. Because one thing I know for sure is that she can’t be with Gavin, not after I’ve laid eyes on her.

“Dorran…” she whispers, and Christ, my name on her lips is a vice of the darkest nature. It promises to feed my newly-found hunger for her, yet keeps me aching for what’s to come.

“I’ll see you at midnight, Little Swan.”

He’s beautiful – in every logical way possible. From his curly hair to his defined jaw; from the long column of his neck to his broad shoulders and lean waist. And his eyes… Fuck, his midnight-blue eyes are a storm waiting to pull me under. They are a direct gateway to my demise, and I am weak for the vice promises I see in them.

Dorran Ledger exudes danger, and I’ll damn myself into hellfire before I even try to convince myself otherwise.

Dorran is night incarnate – soundless, incalculable. Fucking fatal by nature.

“Open your damn mouth, Cignette,” he orders. Hell, the way he says my name – it’s like dragon-fire on my chest. It sears through me; it thaws my damn rationality. I relent and part my lips, and immediately, he loosens his grip on my throat. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Now, pull your tongue out.” I do, and feel myself get wet when he flattens the switchblade and runs it over my tongue. He starts from the tip, then pushes it up further, all the way to the inside of my mouth. “You like that,” he says. There’s no question in his voice. “Who fucking knew.” He pulls the blade out and flips it around, putting the weapon’s black handle into my mouth. “Suck,” he directs. I wrap my lips around the metal, and it instantly warms against me. I then hollow my cheeks as I suck on it, and Dorran starts to slowly pull the handle in and out of my mouth. “Harder, Little Swan,” he orders. “I’m sure that mouth of yours can do better than this.” Thunder crackles, and a second later, it’s pouring rain again. I suck on the handle with as much pressure as I can, given how little space I have to move my head. Dorran pushes the handle deep – to the back of my throat – and I gag. He pulls it out, and then pushes it in again. “That’s right; suck it. Suck it like you would my cock. Take it all in and show me how bad you want it.”

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he tells me, then scans my face. “And I promise you, if you take me down, I’m taking you to hell with me.”

rocks his hips against my leg, making me grin. “You said I’m yours,” I tell him. “But you barely even know me.” “You became mine the second our eyes met,” he says. “But if you want that asshole instead, then I gotta know now, because if I find you with him after you’ve told me otherwise, then it won’t end well.” He smirks, and a piercing chill runs down my already cold spine. “Both for you, and for him.” I briefly run my eyes over his frame, then meet his gaze. “Well, Gavin has a cock that drives me perfectly mad with desire…” I muse, then brush the back of my fingers over his smooth jaw. “But he doesn’t make me half as wet as you do, so I guess you have your answer.”

Kissing Dorran is like walking on sea. There’s an inevitable fear of drowning involved, along with a frantic hope for a torrent to all but consume you.

I have no fucking idea what this thing between us even is, but what I do know is that it’s alive; that it’s breathing. And it’s as real as the heart that’s currently beating madly inside my chest. God, I am so fucked.

“You’re so damn ethereal, Little Swan,” he says. “Even the clouded darkness fails to hide your fierce beauty.”

“Just look at you,” he hisses, then meets my eyes. “Fucking look at you. So cruel…” He leans in and places an open-mouthed kiss on the space below my left ear. “So cruel,” he repeats. “Stealing my breath like this; making me question my fucking morals.” He sucks on the skin he’d kissed, and my eyes flutter shut.

“Got something to say, Little Swan?” he asks softly. I touch my nose to his. “Just that even the Bloody Prince has his weaknesses,” I muse. “Affected by a simple pussy.” He smirks. “Oh, I don’t get hard for just about any pussy, sweetheart.” He flicks open his switchblade again and brings the blade over to my apex. He then drags it down to my clit, bites down on my bottom lip, and twists the weapon around before pushing its handle inside me in a single thrust. I arch against the pillar when the cold metal enters my heated core, and grunt when Dorran begins to move the handle in and out of me. “It’s your pussy, Cignette, that’s made me lose track of my mind,” he tells me, then starts fucking me with the switchblade in earnest. I arch further as the friction makes me wetter, then bring my arms behind me so that I can grab onto the pillar. My mouth falls open as I breathe heavily, and when Dorran twists the handle just so, creating an even intense rhythm, I grit my teeth and moan out loud. “Uh-uh-uh.” He stops, then looks down at me with amusement dancing in his gleaming eyes. “Unless you want everyone here to know what a slut you are for me, I’d suggest you keep it down a little.” He slowly pushes the handle inside me again, but this time, he doesn’t stop. I gasp and try to move, but he shakes his head at me not to. I can feel the very end of the sharp blade against my entrance, and I shiver in fear instead of the cold. “God, how good you’d look bleeding for me,” he says dar...

“As if you weren’t addicting enough,” Dorran begins, then swallows, “you have to taste so fucking good. Damn you, woman; I can’t even think straight at this point.”

“Cover yourself. From now on, no one gets to see this pussy but me. That clear to you?” “Not even my esthetician?” I quip. “Well, unless they have a desire of having their bleeding guts shoved down their throats, Little Swan, then no; no, they cannot.” “Is this your way of staking your claim, then – using threat and pleasure to bind me to you?” I question. Dorran smirks in a way that could make even Lucifer tremble. He grabs my chin and kisses me once,

This man is going to get me brutally killed one of these days, and honestly, I can’t wait to meet my end, especially because I know he’ll be there with me – making me yearn for him, even in death.

“Christ, Dor,” he mutters, then moves back to give me a scowl. “You smell like pussy.” I chuckle. “It’s a hard one to resist, trust me,” I tell him. “And so is the woman who owns it.”

“This is what you do to me, sweetheart. This is how much I want you; how much I want to ruin you, fucking worship every part of you.”

“Watch that mouth, will you? Because I know just how to shut it.” “What, so you’ll slit my throat for calling you out, then?” I ask. He grins. “Oh, Little Swan.” He laughs momentarily, and goosebumps prick my skin at the deliciously cold glint that takes over his eyes. “The only reason I’ll ever spill your blood is if you ask me to. And trust me, with how much you’ve already affected me, it won’t take a lot of persuasion from you for me to get a taste of what I so madly crave.”

“The thought of your lips tainted with my blood – it makes me so fucking wild, Dorran,” I tell him honestly. He smirks. “Then ask me for it the next time you and I see each other, and I swear I’ll give it to you.” “Only if I get a taste of you in return,” I add. That makes him grin again. “Without question,” he says.

I’m so lost in this man that it’s borderline insane. He’s got a hold on me, and I don’t want him to ever let go. And fuck me, I’ve only known him for a day. But I guess an addiction doesn’t really value time or purpose; it just attacks. It spreads and consumes you, because that’s exactly what it’s made for.

I’m on the floor now, cross-legged, and as the enormity of what I’m doing, of where I’m letting myself go, sets in, I place a hand over my mouth and start crying. I close my eyes, take in a loud breath, and continue to cry. I cry, because it’s so hard to numb the pain, yet so easy to let it take over. I cry, because I hate my mother for being the way she is. For doing to me what no mother should do to her child. And I cry, because I know I’ve won, and yet, I know that I’ve also lost.

“Who fucking did this to you?”

“Is she here right now?” I question after a while. Cignette brings her eyes to me again. “What?” “Is she here right now?” I repeat. “And you already know not to bullshit me, so don’t even try.” Cignette lets go of a sharp breath. “Yes,” she spits. “Yes, she is. But you can’t do shit to her, Dorran. You absolutely cannot.” “And why’s that?” I ask. “She’s just as feasible as anyone else.” “Is she?” Cignette’s gaze darkens. “With dozens of highly-trained guards at her command, does she really seem feasible to you?” “I can take ‘em.” “And risk your life in the process?” “Yes,” I answer easily. “Fucking yes.” Cignette fists my vest and pulls me closer to her. “Why?” she whispers against my lips. “Because I can’t see you like this,” I admit. “Because it fucking maims me to see these bruises on you; to see you so tired of trying to be strong for yourself.” I grit my teeth and cup her face again. “I wanna bring your mother tenfold the amount of pain she’s caused you. I wanna show her what it’s like to be marred. What it’s like to be the one receiving what she’s been so cruel to deliver – for years on end.”

I bend and kiss Cignette’s temple, then let my eyes fall shut as I inhale the smell of her hair, and her skin. Oranges – she smells like fucking oranges. “I was…sixteen when I killed her,” I tell her. The words just tumble out of my fucking mouth, like they were aching to be set free or some shit. Cignette stiffens against me, and momentary silence fills the air as I wait for her to say something. But then, mercifully, she starts turning around, and when our eyes meet, I’m relieved when I don’t see any fear or uncertainty on her face. “Who?” she asks, then tilts her head. I swallow, and I don’t know why, but my throat closes up a little as I say, “My mother.”

“You know, I would love to drag this one-on-one thing we’ve got going,” I told her, “but I’m absolutely done watching you breathe. Because every breath you’re taking right now is grating on my nerves.” I canted my head and winked at her. “Time’s up, Mommy. May you rest in fucking hell.” I pulled my hand back, and then brought it forward, stabbing the nail file into her throat.

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As Sherlock Holmes, penned by Arthur Conan Doyle, had said: You see, but you do not observe. That’s exactly what most people do. They see you, they judge you, and they form an opinion about you without you even having opened your mouth to explain yourself. Such is life, I guess.

“The infamous Dorran Ledger being romantic? Riverside will fall,” I muse. He grins. “A small price to pay for the spark that just lit up those beautifully haunting eyes of yours.”

“Hey.” I cup his jaw and lift his face so that our eyes meet. “It’ll be okay,” I tell him. His nostrils flare. “I’m going to end her,” he vows with conviction. “I’m going to fucking make her pay for what she’s been doing to you for all these years.”

He then presses its sharp edge onto my skin, breaking it, and drags it down a little before pulling it back. I flinch, and when blood starts seeping out of the small gash Dorran has given me, I look up at him. “Do it, Little Swan,” he all but commands. I shake as a sudden thrill courses through my body, and when Dorran gives me another roguish smile, I bring my hand forward and touch my bleeding finger to his mouth. His eyelids flutter, and he groans when I drag my finger over his lower lip first, then slowly trace his top lip before retracting my hand. With his chest heaving, and his midnight gaze fixed on me, Dorran starts licking his lips, and I watch – completely transfixed – as his tongue taints red with my blood. If getting high on someone is a thing, then I’ll gladly admit that I’m hooked on every single thing this man does. He awakens something untamed in me; he makes me wanna throw morals out of the fucking window so that I can indulge in what my mind and body actually need. “You taste so fucking good, Cignette,” Dorran says, then swallows and licks his lips again. “Like strength and glory – you taste divine.” His words of admiration are a song that travel over my harmonized skin, turning me on to the brink of madness. “Kiss me,” I tell him. Dorran grins. “Patience, Little Swan.” He flips his switchblade and offers it to me – handle-first. “It’s your turn.” I take the blade from him, then run my eyes over him. I rise on my knees, ignoring the pain that shoots thro...

I push the blade into his skin, but he just chuckles. “Press harder, Cignette,” he tells me. “I’m way tougher than this.” I oblige, and when he moans at the pressure, I pull the blade back and drop it to the side. A thick bead of his blood shines through the small cut, and I don’t know why, but I’m spellbound by it. “I…I did that,” I voice. “I actually did that.” Dorran’s shoulders shake in silent laughter, and when I swat him on the arm, he only laughs harder. “Sorry,” he says, “but that was simply too precious.” I roll my eyes. “Shut up; let me revel in it.” “Why don’t you do that by getting a taste?” he sasses. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, of course.” I click my tongue. “Careful, Ledger. Your desperate side is showing.” He winks at me. “Fuck you, Adler.” I grin and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then drag my lips lower. I let them trail over his skin, and smile when I feel him get harder against my thigh. I widen my legs so that I can settle down further, and then, I finally lean in and lick the blood off of Dorran’s collarbone. My senses immediately overwhelm by the heady taste that surrounds my mouth, and I suppress a moan. “Fuck,” he whispers, and his head falls forward. “Do that again.” I drag my tongue over the cut, then suck on it, earning a grunt of approval from Dorran. I move back and slide my fingers into his soft curls before giving them a tug. “God, you’re stunning,” I tell him, admiring the faint flush on his cheeks, his flared pupils, and hi...

“That’s right, Little Swan,” he whispers against me. “Use me for your pleasure. Take what you want – how much you want. Ride it all out and stain that underwear for me like a good little girl.” My nipples harden as my orgasm builds. His words spur me on, creating a heat in my belly. “I can smell you, Cignette,” Dorran says, then licks my lower lip. “My God, I can feel your sweet pussy weeping for release. You want that, don’t you? You wanna come for me?” “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck yes.” “Then do it,” he commands, and claims my lips in a dizzying kiss. “Come all over my jeans. Fucking mark me with your arousal.” My clit throbs, seconds before my orgasm hits. I tip my head back and moan Dorran’s name, riding my release as he continues his movements against me. “Look at you,” he all but rasps. “Look at you lighting up the fucking night with your beauty, Little Swan.” He grabs my ass and rubs his hardness over my sensitive pussy. “You’re so damn perfect.” My heart thrashes against my chest as I catch my breath. Swallowing once, I look down at Dorran, and when our eyes meet, we laugh and share a lazy kiss.

“But the next time you make me come, I want there to be no barriers between us.” I bring a hand over his still-hard cock, and give it a squeeze. “Is that understood, Ledger?” He groans and pushes his hips further against my grip. “I don’t take orders from you,” he tells me, and his eyes gleam as he gives me a smirk. “I know you don’t,” I say. “But then again, no one is capable of making your dick as hard as I do, so you’ve got no choice but to listen to me.” He flashes a manic smile at me. “You’re a fucking menace, Cignette Adler,” he spits the words at me. I squeeze him tighter and grin down at him. “Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.”

“Hammer or blade?” I think to myself, then lazily roll my head to the side and look at my crew. “Thoughts?” Steven jerks under me. “You’re mad!” he shrieks. “You psycho. Let me go!” I roll my eyes and punch him for the third time, then look at my crew again. “Thoughts, guys; come on. I ain’t got all night.” “Hammer,” Alex says with a grin, mainly because that’s his weapon. “I concur,” adds Jayce. “Seconded,” Varsha agrees. “Perfect.” I grin and look at Steven. “You see that? We’ve got a weapon picked out for your demise, bud.”

I love this 😂

“Cignette sure has what it takes to keep a man rooted in place,” I say, then grin darkly. “She’s the adrenaline that’s coursing through my veins. The very reason I’m here right now.” I click my tongue. “Not that you’d know anything about that. Because if you did, then you wouldn’t have to rely on a different man every other week for your desires and thirst for companionship, and instead, would still have your daughter’s father in your life.”

“Stay away from Cignette,” I advise. “Do not even think about touching her again. And, if you try to outsmart me, or tell anyone about our meeting and conversation, then you’ll find yourself dolled up in a coffin – six fucking feet under, and very, very dead. I hope I’m clearly understood.” I remember the thing I’ve been carrying in my pocket since I left the alley, and decide to pull it out before throwing it on the table – right in front of Miranda. She half-screams, half-cries, then covers her nose and mouth with her hands as she stares at Steven’s tongue staining the otherwise white tablecloth red. “Also, your bodyguard spoke too much,” I say. “So, make sure the next one you pick doesn’t have the same habit. It’s not very flattering or tolerable, especially during work hours.” Leaving her twice as horrified as a few minutes ago, I turn around and walk away, with my crew right behind me. Mission accomplished.

*evil laughs*

I am an anomaly. A deviation from sanity. A beautiful disaster. And I’ve got this. I know I’ve fucking got this.

I am a poison. A contradiction to stability. A formidable calamity. And I’ll gladly destroy those who try to get in my way.

“Fuck, Little Swan; you’re driving me insane.” I smile and open my eyes. “And we haven’t even done anything yet,” I say. “Oh, but I’m about to, because fuck if I’ll let you walk away without making that pretty pussy of yours come under my command.” With a grin, he gets on his knees before me, spreads my legs wider, and hoists my right leg over his shoulder. “No barriers, remember?” he recalls my demand from our previous encounter. “No barriers,” I concede. I’m out of breath as I watch him lift my dress up through its v-cut, and when he groans after seeing the silver satin of my underwear, I move my hips forward – silently asking him to get me out of my fucking misery. I don’t care if someone walks in on us right now. I’m way past the point of return with this man. I’m drugged on him; exalted by the very essence of him. “Hold this for me,” Dorran orders, referring to the lifted opening in my dress. I do as I’m told, then suck in a breath when he haphazardly pushes my underwear to the side, parts my pussy lips, and leans in to kiss my clit. “Dorran…” I moan, and use my free hand to run my fingers through his curls. He grabs my ass and pulls my hips forward, then takes my clit into his mouth before pressing his teeth onto it. I arch my back at the delicious pressure, and at the dull, throbbing pain in my ribs from my still-healing bruises, then tighten my hold on his hair when he alternates between licking and sucking my mound. “Keep those eyes on me, Little Swan,” he says, m...

A person’s sexuality – whatever it may be – is their identity, sure, but it’s also their own damn preference and business. No one is allowed to judge another for who they love or feel attracted to. Having a sense of independence in one’s desires is so important, and so fucking beautiful. It shouldn’t be taken away from anyone.

“I’m not an ungrateful bitch,” I say, then walk over to him before fixing some of the curls on his forehead. “You killed a damn human being for me – just in warning. And, as crazy as it sounds, I appreciate it. It may make me seem fucked up or weird, but I don’t care. I like this; I like us. I don’t know what this is, but it’s good, and it’s something I want more of.” Dorran smiles. “Don’t go soft on me now, Little Swan. You know I’ll kill anyone who tries to wrong you or hurt you, and when I do, I’ll take all the fucking pleasure in it.”

wouldn’t do that if I were you,” comes a voice that immediately slithers itself over me; wraps itself around me. “You’re touching a woman who’s mine.”

Oh shit

“Dor…” she whispers my name, then punctuates it with a soft kiss before moving back just slightly. “You need to sleep.” She nudges my nose with hers, then runs her knuckles over my cheek. “Will you be here when I wake up?” I ask, and realize that it makes me appear vulnerable. It’s not like I care, though, simply because I’ve been nothing but transparent with Cignette since we started this – whatever this is between us. She can take my memories, my weaknesses, and my strengths. And, because I’m only human – however ruthless I can be during the times that call for it – I like to believe that I still have a lot of flaws. Cignette can take them all, and I can carry hers, because we’re sides of the same coin; a combination of divergence and similarity, molded into sculptures of flesh and bone and blood. Her face softens as she smiles at me. “Of course,” she answers easily. “I wouldn’t trade this position for anything.” She kisses me again.

Whoever says morally grey guys don’t appreciate tranquility and wholesome moments in their lives, is full of shit. Because I’m as grey as grey goes, and I’ve still got a boner as hard as a fucking brick from the brief cheese-talk Cignette and I just had.

It’s all about enjoying the moment and calming your inner demons – albeit temporarily – and mine drift away without hesitation when Cignette takes over my mi...