He slides the blade underneath the strap of my tank top and yanks, cutting it free. I gasp as he does the same to the other one. “We are your fucking medicine. Your poison. We’re all you have now.”
My breath hitches as he pulls my top down, exposing my breasts. “I will kill you,” I growl.
“No, you won’t. But I’m going to love all the ways you try. Pain is my favorite fucking foreplay.”
I shudder as he presses the flat of the blade against my nipple. Fuck. Why does that feel so fucking good? “Well, you’re in luck,” I breathe, “I’m going to make your life really fucking painful.”
He smirks before nestling his head against my neck. “Tell me… what do you wanna do to me?”
I try not to let the feel of his blade against my nipple distract me. But the sensation sends tingles to my core. “I want to suffocate you while you sleep,” I rasp.
He circles my other nipple with the tip of the blade, scratching me but not breaking the skin. “Mmm, yeah. Tell me more.”
I swallow hard, the heat in my body increasing as his breath tickles my neck, his lips barely grazing the flesh of my earlobe. “And then I’ll gouge your eyes out so you can’t look at me anymore.”
His cock hardens against my thigh. “Fuck… what else?”
If this is foreplay, then it’s the most fucked up kind I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot. “Then I’ll cut out your tongue so I don’t have to hear you fucking speak ever again.”
He moans in my ear. “Oh, baby, you don’t want to do that.”
I wish my hands were free so I could slap him. “Yes, I fucking do.”
“But then I won’t be able to do this…” He drags the tip of his tongue slowly up my neck.
A whimper escapes my lips, my body betraying me as I imagine what else he can do with that tongue. Fuck.
One earlobe is throbbing from Mordecai nearly biting it off and the other is pulsing with need for Fabien’s kiss. Fuck me. I’m so screwed. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
He chuckles and continues up my face, licking my cheek, then my jaw, stopping only when he gets to the corner of my mouth. “I can feel your pulse ticking out of control. You’re a little freak like me, aren’t you?”
I try to lie as motionless as possible. He still has the knife pressed against my nipple. “I’m nothing like you,” I whisper.
He smiles and licks the corner of my mouth first before dragging the length of his tongue across my lips. “You taste good, little freak.”
Moisture pools between my legs as he drags the tip of the blade down my shirt, ripping the rest of it wide open. “You’re disgusting.”
“And yet I don’t hear you begging me to stop.” He keeps going, dragging the blade farther down until he reaches the waistband of my pants. “Beg me to stop, and I might.”
I can’t. What’s wrong with me?I don’t want him to stop.
With one quick jerk, he rips my pants down the middle with the knife. “That’s what I thought…” His breath hitches when he sees my bare pussy. “So fucking wet.”
There’s something so disturbing and fucked up about being strapped to a bed while a psycho cuts your clothes off and actually liking it.Craving it.
I take a deep breath as he looks up at me from between my legs, his blue eyes piercing my soul like fucking ice melting at the base of a flame. “You’re a lunatic.”
He smirks like the devil as he rests his knife on my belly. “Last chance to tell me no. Once I start, I won’t stop until I’m finished.”
A tremor shoots through my belly. I’m turned on by my repulsion to him. He’s foul-mouthed and filthy, with no regard for anyone but himself. Maybe I see myself in his eyes. In his own self-loathing and destruction. So I don’t make a sound. I just glare back at him, calling his bluff, daring him to prove he’s the man he thinks he is.
His eyes glaze over with lust and contempt as he peels the lips of my pussy back and blows softly on my center. “You’re going to cum so fucking hard.”
I arch back as he licks me from taint to clit. “Oh, shit,” I say on a breath.
He flicks his tongue against the sides of my pussy while he spreads me wider with his fingers.
I claw at the bed, unable to do anything else in these restraints.