His knife digs in a little deeper, making my breath catch. Both of our gazes drop to the blade as a tiny pool of blood surrounds the tip. Dragging the knife up, Seb swipes his thumb through the redness before lifting it to his lips and sucking it into his mouth. His eyes darken more than I thought possible until the only thing staring back at me are the dark orbs of the devil. “Almost as sweet as your cunt,” he murmurs when he pulls his thumb free.
