Page 90 of They Break Beauty

She leaned in, her warm breath tickling my neck and teasing the fuck out of me in the process. Her sweet coconut scent and her body wrapped around mine already pushing me right to the edge as it was. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered huskily.

“Fucking Christ.”

In the literal next second, I shoved us through the door, kicked it shut, then roughly locked it, then strode to the nearest surface—that being the kitchen table—and put her down on the edge on her ass.

My blood was roaring in my ears.

I could barely breathe with the thick and all-consuming anticipation that was fueling my every step knowing that this was the moment I’d been waiting on for so fucking long.

Her really and truly wanting me.

Her being as desperate to have me as I was to have her.

I was shoving her jacket off her shoulders in the next second, and she was stripping me down to just my pants, the two of us in a frenzy.

I yanked down the bust of her tank, splitting it down the middle with my roughness and a sexy little pink bralette came into view.

I pushed against her, making her lie down on her back while I stood between her spread thighs, then dove down and bit at her nipples through the lace.

“Ah!” she cried, hooking her ankles around my hips and jerking me harder to her, as she arched her back, pushing her breasts closer, silently begging me for more.

I couldn’t get close enough to her fast enough. I needed to feel her skin-to-skin immediately, no fucking waiting.

I moved to reach around and open her bra so I could taste her breasts, when another idea occurred to me.

I reached into the pocket of my cargo pants and pulled out my tactical knife.

A small gasp escaped her, but as her eyes lit up with fucking flames, it was clear it was far from anything resembling fear.

It was twisted depravity just like what I had in mind.

There she is. There’s my girl.

“Give me everything,” she uttered on a needy rasp, referencing our discussion earlier.

“Fuck, baby.” I took her in a sloppy, wild kiss and she chased my lips when I pulled away to slice my blade through her bra.

A thrill rolled through me as it fell away and she watched so intently, her chest heaving, her breathing coming fast and uneven because she could barely contain herself, getting off on it as much as I was.

I swept the pieces of her bra away and then I trailed the flat of the blade down her throat, along her collarbone.

She fisted her hands on the kitchen table either side of her, clearly struggling not to move while I teased her.

“Don’t worry about a little nick here and there. I’m very skilled with a blade.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

Our eyes locked.

“Is that right?”

She bit her lip wantonly and gave a coy nod.

“Christ.”

I spun the blade in front of her and adjusted my grip and she looked on in wonder.

And then I very carefully pressed the tip to her hard, cherry-tipped nipple.

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