Page 58 of Forbidden Mistress

Suddenly, the knife is back. The sting of cold steel slides down my sternum, all the way down to my stomach. I swallow a gasp. He’s not hurting me. Not yet.

He’s taking it slow, like he’s savoring my fear and anticipation. “I crave the thought of putting my mark on you. Something permanent.”

Under my blindfold, I blink in shock and fight to keep from tensing up, holding perfectly still.

He continues. “A tattoo perhaps, or maybe a scar. Or even…” The icy blade presses flat against my lower stomach. “My child growing inside your belly.”

I suck in a trembling breath. That’s not likely to ever happen, but that makes me hot regardless, for some reason.

“There’s just something about the thought of laying permanent claim on you…” The tip of his knife suddenly bites into my flesh, a sharp and painful pin prick near my hip. “Marking you as mine so that no other man will ever touch you. Ever.” Slowly, he presses the edge of the blade to bite into my skin, and I suck in a breath, pain slicing through me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathless with fear.

I feel the puff of his warm breath against my lips. “I’m marking what’s mine, Little Fawn. Hold very still and give in to the pain. Release yourself to it and allow me this indulgence. It’s making me so painfully hard. It’s making me want to take you with a violence I’ve only fantasized about.”

I suck in a deep breath and force myself to remember that I’m supposed to trust him. But it’s no easy feat.

A hand briefly caresses my cheek. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers in my ear. He continues to drag the blade against my hip, drawing more pain, though I can’t tell if it’s a deep scratch or if the cut is actually breaking the skin. In spite of the pain, my head swirls with a strange sort of giddiness and liquid heat wends its way through my limbs. My nipples are aching, hard, tight points.

He removes the knife for a moment, runs a fingertip over the wound, then briefly places that finger on my bottom lip. My tongue darts out to detect the coppery taste of my own blood. Prickles of arousal blossom all over my skin, and the tension in my core tightens impossibly, sending spasms of heightened arousal through my muscles.

I should be horrified that he’s wounding me, cutting me. But I’m not. It makes me feel…wanted, cherished. Owned. Those feelings are strong and heady, like an intoxicating brew of controlled substances swirling in my blood, my brain. I want to be possessed by this man. I want him to use me for his pleasure.

A wave of almost intense relaxation settles over me as if I’ve already had an orgasm or two. An overpowering desire to surrender to his every whim takes hold. I sink against the mattress, intensely attuned to him.

The ice of his blade continues to scratch and cut my skin. “I mean to take you in every way possible tonight. Possess you in all the ways I possibly can. And you’ll give yourself to it, won’t you, my precious little fawn? You want to please me, I can sense it. And these marks I’m putting on you will always remind you of this night. This night when even now, before it even begins, I know I won’t be able to get enough of you.”

The mattress suddenly shifts as he changes position, and the flat of his blade suddenly presses against my throat. Fear streaks through me like lightning. “Take me into your mouth. Take me deep.”

Without a word, I open my mouth wide for him, and he presses his stiff, hard cock between my lips. The knife never moves away from my throat, and he lets out a groan as he thrusts his hips forward, plunging the length of his cock far back into my mouth until it touches the back of my throat.

“Use your tongue, Fawn. Taste me.”

For several long minutes, he slowly thrusts himself into my mouth and pulls back again, panting with mounting excitement as I roll my tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring his earthy taste. Each time, he plunges in a little deeper until he’s pushing into my throat, stretching me there. I get the sense from the way he’s breathing that he might come when suddenly he pulls out of me and takes the knife away from my throat.

“Fuck, that feels too good. But I don’t want to come yet.” He’s breathing heavily as he speaks, and the mattress shifts again. “This is going to last all night, Fawn. I won’t get enough of you, but fuck if I’m not going to try.”

He bends to feather kisses across my breasts, down to my ribs, then I feel his tongue on my hip, swirling around the tender spot he’d just marked. It stings, and I know he’s tasting me.

“Mmmm,” I moan, shifting my hips a little. “That feels good.”

He chuckles under his breath. “You like that, do you?”

Prowling up my body, he kisses along my stomach, then my rib cage, until he reaches my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down—hard. Oh, fuck. Then he swallows my scream with a deep kiss, pinching my nipple to draw out the pain, intensify it, and make it last.

He breaks the kiss and whispers against my lips, “That’s it, Little Fawn. That’s it. Ride the wave of adrenaline.”

The scent of him, the feel of his warm body hovering above mine, his hand on my nipple, pinching, has me writhing. Heat builds inside me, slithering through my veins like a living thing. It’s consuming me from the inside out. There is no world outside this hotel room, this bed where Hart is owning every inch of my body, commanding it to pleasure him.

“Please,” I say, pulling against my restraints. If I could reach down and touch myself, I would. “Please, Hart.”

“Please, what?” I can hear the amusement in his voice, and it frustrates me. He’s playing with me.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I beg. He hasn’t even touched my sex, but it’s already flooded, tingling with hot need. This is already too much. I’m wound too tight.

“Oh, I will fuck you. But first, I want to push you to the very edge.” His lips are on my breast again, his warm breath washing over me. “I crave your tears of surrender.”

Moving down my body, he sinks his teeth into my skin along the way—hard. He starts once again at my breast, then moves down my ribs to my stomach, biting me everywhere. His head moves toward my inner thighs. With every bite, I yelp each time, rocked by the pain of his teeth cutting into my skin. I’m almost certain he’s drawn more blood.

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