Harper's POV
In my defence, I wasn’t actually trying to make him finish. I just wanted to test the theory, to see if he really did like pain as much as I suspected. Clearly, I got my answer, because he absolutely does. A lot more than I was prepared for, apparently.
Now he’s standing over me, glaring like I’ve broken some kind of unspoken rule, and for a second, I feel the flicker of nerves in my stomach. I don’t want to be in trouble. Well, not real trouble. Not the kind that makes him stop.
So I do the only thing I can think of to shift the energy, to distract him from the fact that I pushed him too far, too fast. I let my teeth catch on the lip he bit earlier, gnawing at the skin that’s already split. The sharp sting makes me hiss, and when the warm taste of metal touches my tongue,
