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🔪~'MM'~🔪

"Michael-" your voice was breathy as Michael hovered above you caging you beneath him.

Something cool dipped under your shirt slightly pressing against your abdomen, breath caught in your throat. It was the dull edge of a knife, Michael kept eye contact with you as he lifted the blade till it was tight against the front of your shirt before cutting into the fabric. In a fluid motion, your shirt was cut open the fabric being moved aside to give Michael access to your chest. His fingers were quick to explore the newly revealed territory. Your stomach jumped as the sharp end of the knife came to contact with your skin before slowly running up the center of your chest.

Your pulse was beating rapidly the threat of the cold blade was in the forefront of your mind and it with the mixture of Michael's overwhelming presence was doing ungodly things to your body. A dull sting made you jolt as the knife nicked the space between your pecks drawing out a thin line of crimson that made Micahel's pupils dilate. His breath hitched as his thumb swiped over the cut.

The knife soon was held against your left peck before it dug into your flesh making you moan loudly your back arching from the bed in pain as the knife slowly sliced through your flesh, Michael's eyes were narrowed in focus as he moved the knife against you carving into your chest. Pressure against your length drew a strangled noise from your mouth, Michael was moving his knee against your groin rubbing you through your pants. The pleasure and pain were making your mind spin as it overwhelmed you pulling you back and forth between pain and pleasure. You should have been disturbed by the way your body was reacting to the painful stimulation but you couldn't help yourself as you pushed upward forcing the knife deeper into your chest.

Michael's hand pressed you down his eyebrows knitted together in a stern look as blood dripped down your side staining the freshly washed sheets you laid on.

With one last stroke Michael was done and he pulled the blade away from you setting it aside before admiring his work. On your left pec was carved MM, his initials. Michael was a very possessive man, you've known this, he's known this but this was the first time he's ever gone to this extreme and by the way, your heart skipped a beat as Michael took your hand in his tracing your finger along the choppy lines in your chest you knew you had no complaints despite the pain flaring up.

Michael's eyes were clouded with lust, his member throbbing as he watched you run your fingers over his initials the tips slowly dying red in your blood. Quickly he gripped your hips pulling you to this lap before cutting the button of your jeans ridding you of any other clothes. Michael was consumed by his lust and only wished to be buried inside of you pounding away until you were screaming and crying in pleasure. He wanted to watch you come undone as you sputtered and twitched around him your face flushed and eyes hazy while he pounded away breaking you from the inside before inevitably claiming you as his again in the most primal way possible.

He felt himself losing his grip on his self-control as his overwhelming urge to use you grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't take it anymore. Michael spit into his palm lubing himself with his saliva before lifting you and impaling you on him in one fluid motion. Your mouth formed in the shape of an o as you closed your eyes head falling forward onto Michael's broad shoulder a series of ungodly noises leaving your mouth. The pain was there but it wasn't unbearable thanks to you still being somewhat loosened from activities earlier in the day. You squirmed in Michael's lap hands finding their way to his upper arm where they stayed squeezing the muscle as rushes of pain and pleasure flooded your senses. Michael rocked his hips and squeezed a moan from you as his tip rested against your prostate pressing into the bundle of nerves.

Michael's breathing was heavy as his grip on your hips tightened, he was fighting with himself. Despite his urge to get on with things he knew he didn't want to hurt you so he held out restraining himself to allow you to adjust. His hands flexed against your hips kneading the flesh subconsciously as you relaxed around his length. "Michael-" you said your voice quiet, you lifted your head and met his gaze "Move, please."

You didn't need to tell him twice.

The man easily lifted you before pushing you back down impaling you on him over and over again as he set a fast bruising pace nailing all your sensitive areas with every thrust. His member dragging along your insides caused a amazing friction that had your mind spinning and moans spilling from your lips. Trying your best to help Michael you tried to match his movements lifting yourself in time with him. A small groan could be heard and that single noise had you pulling Michael forward locking your lips with his as your hand tangled through his brown curly locks pulling and playing with the strands between your fingers as you lead the kiss.

Both of your movements were fast and harsh, hardly romantic but you couldn't help to feel completely loved and accepted at that moment as Michael's hands gripped your waist his mouth on yours as his eyes refused to leave you for a moment to enthralled by your display of lewdness. You knew nothing could make this man leave you, even if you wanted him to. The still sore mark on your chest only solidified that proof you were Michael's, he wanted you and he was there to stay no matter how ugly you or anything around you got.

To Michael, you were perfect despite your flaws, and at that moment that was enough for you.

You nipped at his bottom lip when you pulled away for air, your lips were now swollen and bruised in a wonderful way that would have had you swooping in for more of the addicting lips but instead, you found yourself flat on your back both of your legs around Michaels's hips as his hand held you to the bed by your neck.

Michael was livid as his hips moved against your his pace speeding up leaving you to mutter dumbly as all coherent thoughts become more and more difficult to hold on to.

The bed creaked and the headboard was banging loudly against the wall, how the cheap furniture was still standing was beyond you. Michael's free hand found one of your's and his fingers laced with yours as he held one of your hands by your head as the other one fisted his shoulder your nails digging shallowly into his flesh leaving white marks on his body.

The waves of pure ecstasy muddling your mind pulsed through you before settling in your dick as it strained against your lower abdomen begging for release, you could feel your orgasm slowly building and you found yourself pushing back to meet Michael's thrusts and driving him deeper into you.

Oh god- your head lulled back and your eyes closed your insides clamping down around Michael like a vice grip pulling a few barely audible moans from the otherwise silent man whose hips stuttered as you came. Michael watched as your face contorted and your body writhed under him a sweetly sick feeling something akin to love made his thrusting cease as his own release swept through him before flowing inside of you. The warmth that filled you soon began flowing down your thighs forming a pool on the sheets between your legs as you laid with your head resting back. You were spent. The visuals were something to die for Michael's figure, your chest was coated in a mixture of your own release and blood while your thighs and ass were covered with his as it leaked from your fluttering hole. If it wasn't for you looking so utterly exhausted Michael would have taken you again right there.

Instead, Michael settled for moving next to you, his face was coated a light coral his hair slightly damp a few strands sticking to his forehead. His lips pressed gently against the top of your head leaving a gentle kiss on your scalp.