Page 73 of Darkest Deception

I shake my head, my chest heaving. As if he knows what I am thinking, his head dips low, taking in the skimpy gown I wear, and my breasts, which are almost spilling out of it.

Cold metal hits my stomach, making me flinch and freeze.

My eyes widen, my breathing stopping at once.

“Want to say something?” He chuckles, knowing I can’t speak. The laugh vibrates through my body.

I watch as he slowly draws small circles with the tip, climbing up my chest with the knife until he reaches my chin, forcing my head to tilt up. A pinch of pain sears through my jaw.

I stay still, careful not to move.

My breathing turns into quick, short pants.

“I won’t hurt you,” he murmurs, as if he isn’t holding a knife to my damn throat.

Placing the knife on my bedside desk, he leans forward.

The next second, I feel his mouth near my ear.

My heart sprints louder than ever in my ear. The flicker of fright in me doesn’t go anywhere, and with the knife close by, I know he can kill me if he wants to.

Who would even care if I was gone?

No one.

And the sad reality hits me hard.

Something hot and wet touches the side of my neck.

His body feels so familiar. He feels like Helia and my heart stutters.

His tongue draws a small circle on my neck, and my heart twists inside of me for a different reason. A shameful reason.

“You taste just as I imagined, little sin. Sinful, intoxicating, addictive.” His deep voice is so strong, so masculine that it lights up a hot need in the pit of my stomach. My legs twist at his words.

Why do I feel turned on?

“I’ve wanted to hold you for so long.” His tongue travels up my throat, then curls around the shell of my ear. “So, so long,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning my ear. “And now you aren’t fighting enough.” His warm, wet tongue goes under my jaw until I feel him scrape his teeth, and that need starts throbbing in between my legs.

I shut my eyes.

Ashamed.

So fucking ashamed.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to take away this attitude you have?”

He lets go of my mouth, and just as I am about to scream profanities, he clamps down on my neck, making a gasp erupt from my lips.

I feel him smile against my neck.

His hand travels down all the way to my thighs, then he raises the hem of my gown.

“No, please, stop.”

He shakes his head, tilting it as if to say, you really think I will stop?

His cold hand against my warm skin sends tingling desire through me. Hot, disgusting, and perverted.

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