Page 43 of Cruel Knots

There’s truth to his words. He’s extremely deft with the knife. I feel the sharpness of the blade but not once does it cut into my skin.

It’s the lurking danger that causes me to stop breathing and stare at him like I’m a paralyzed prey in the clutches of a venomous cobra.

A powerful throb goes through me, jerking me out of my trance. My pussy pulses with need, reminding me of the hunger that nearly decimates it.

He brings the tip to rest on my left knee. With extreme deftness, he skims it down my leg and stops at my ankle.

I sit still while he grabs my injured foot and brings it closer to his face. “You hurt yourself,” he says, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Fuck you,” I spit, desperately wanting to kick him but helpless to even move.

Soft chuckles escape him. “I know that’s what you want, kitty.”

He pushes the knife under my dress. Skimming the tip over my thighs, he lays the blade against my pussy. The feel of the cold steel against my heated skin sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

It’s a second too late when I realize I’ve moaned out loud. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I stare guiltily into Leon’s eyes.

A knowing grin lights up his beautiful, angelic face. Moving closer, he pushes up the hem of my dress and dips a finger between my thighs.

“You’re soaking,” he says, slipping another finger inside my folds. “This garden is starting to smell like a fucking bakery now. You’re perfuming too hard, kitty. You want me to eat your sweet pussy, don’t you?”

My head falls back as pure heat thrums through me, heating up my cold body to the tips of my toes.

“The surprises keep coming,” he mutters in a low voice.

He thrusts his fingers deeper inside me, causing me to arch against the hedge. The twigs and branches dig deeper into my flesh but I don’t care as I chase the pleasure his fingers bring me.

My hips jerk forward. If Leon was even a little distracted, the knife would’ve sliced through my pussy lips. He pumps me while maintaining delicate control over his blade.

Uncontrollable moans escape me. My nipples pebble against the thin fabric of the dress, leaving no room for any doubt.

It doesn’t matter how much I hate the way he violates me. My body is thoroughly enjoying the way his fingers stretch my walls and his thumb circles over my thrumming clit.

My cheeks burn as his intense gaze traps me. I can’t look away even as I gasp and moan for breath.

Noises I never imagined I could make escape me as every muscle in my body tightens. His fingers thrust in harder and faster, making my ecstasy spiral higher.

“Oh, fuck!” I moan out, my mouth falling open as intense pleasure shudders through me.

Leon’s greedy mouth smashes against my lips, his tongue darting in while his fingers remain buried deep inside my clamping pussy.

It feels like he’s flicked on a switch. All my terror and shame disappear, replaced by an intense need to hold him tight against me as I ride the hard waves that are wrenched out of me.

His kiss turns raw and almost desperate as he leaves bites on my plump lower lips. Whimpers escape me as I cling to his broad, muscular shoulders. His tongue continues attacking mine until I’m clawing at the back of his neck.

Needing him closer, I clutch the front of his shirt and pull hard. Unless he removes his clothes and lets me feel the searing touch of his naked skin, I’ll go crazy with the lust burning inside me.

“Do you want to tear my clothes off, kitty?” he croons against my lips.

A frustrated noise escapes me as I desperately fist his shirt but fail to tear it open.

Low, throaty chuckles escape him and before I know it, he’s taking his shirt off, giving me a glimpse of rock-hard abs that seem to have been carved by the Greek gods themselves. “Is this what you want?” he asks, placing my hand over his chest.

Instead of replying to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. The knife in his hand clatters to the ground and lies at my feet. I can easily grab it while he’s distracted and stab him but his blood won’t satisfy the inferno burning in my core.

I need him.

Somehow, with me clinging onto him, his tongue still attacking mine, we both fall to the ground. The sudden motion is enough for me to break away, giving me a moment to feel the rough hardness of the ground underneath me.

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