Page 160 of Obsession

“He’ll be a strong defender one day,” I say to him. And to myself.And soon we’ll need that.

I need to tell Cain. I will, I just… I want to hold my news to myself for a little while longer. I also want to take him to the target range for “practice,” and I’m afraid he won’t touch me if I tell him now.

“Got my new Wilson. You know, it’s okay to actually make meearnthese things every once in a while.”

He grins. “You like it, baby?”

I grin back at him. “Ah, hello, I fuckingloveit. Is that even a question?”

“Then you’ve earned it. I’ve never seen anyone get as excited about a new gun as you.”

I reach for his hand. “Not true. You lit up like a bonfire when your new Ruger showed up.”

“Well, yeah, that baby was on back-order for fuckingever.”

“Still, you can’t deny you were excited.”

He squeezes my hand. “Not denying anything. Want to test them both out?”

“Hell yes I do.”

We head to the range. I’ve already set things up so we’re ready. We shoot until our guns are hot to the touch and our stomachs are growling with hunger, but there’s still plenty of time for a little more.

“I will never forget taking you here. I will never fucking forget that first day here. I teased you with the knife…”

“Mmm. Now that I haven’t forgotten.”

His eyes heat, and he reaches into his pocket. “You haven’t?”

My mouth is dry, and my throat doesn’t want to work. I shake my head from side to side.

“Good. Because I know an excellent way to establish more trust between us.”

I blink before I nod. I want this.I need this.

“Hands over your head, baby, and bend over the table.”

I obey by instinct, offering him my wrists. He quickly secures them in the straps above my head. My feet are planted on either side of me, supporting me, as I hear him draw the knife out of its sheath.

“There,” he says, as if he’s just revealed a perfect masterpiece. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Panic slams into me. “A new what?”

“A new everything.”Rip.The knife slashes through my leggings, and they fall to the floor like ribbons. Another tear, and my panties join them.

“Will I need to wear your T-shirt back to the house again?”

“I’ll figure it out. Hush now, Violet.”

I hush.

I close my eyes.

I draw in a sharp breath when the knife grazes my shoulder blade, then my neck. He draws a pattern across my back, then kisses the scars there, before he drags the knife between my ass cheeks.

“Cain,” I gasp, trembling.

“Trust me, Violet.”

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