#Chapter Forty
"Come here!" Serene yelled as she flew after him with the knife in her hand.
He turned around, backing away. "Serene, do you have fucking air for brains?"
She flung the knife towards him and since she was not trained in knife throwing, it clattered to the ground clumsily. He bent down and picked it up, his face breaking into a smile. He stepped towards her with the knife in his hand and she slowly backed away.
"Come here, Serene!" Lachlan yelled after her, laughing darkly.
She raced down the hallway but found herself in the arms of Lachlan at the other end. He pushed her back up against a wall and held the knife flush against her cheeks. "You like knives, Serene?"
"Fuck off, you bastard."
He dropped it to her neck and dug into her skin, and a hint of blood showed up. Then he dragged the knife down her dress and cut it open, causing it to sag towards the ground. She stood before him in her undergarments and he kicked her leg open with one leg before putting his feet inside. Wrapping his hand under one thigh, he lifted it up into the air and crashed his mouth into hers, kissing her fiercely as he thrust into her roughly. He dragged the tip of the knife down her arm as he pounded into her and a light white scratch appeared on her skin.
"Harder!" Serene begged and he slammed into her repeatedly until the sun went down.