Page 63 of Little Puppet

He chuckles, dropping his lips to my ear. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m not going to stop until you soak my hand. Go on, come for your master. I’ve got you, fuck puppet.”

My knees buckle against his words, but true to them, he keeps me upright, hand working me harder and faster.

I watch in the mirror as I writhe for him, coming alive before my very eyes as I let go, head lolling back on his chest, body shattering in pleasure.

“Good girl, give me all of it,” he whispers, crooking his fingers against my G-spot as I feel wetness bathe us both. “There it is, love. Now, let’s get you hooked up, shall we?”

Hoops in my torso,arms, and front of my legs tug as I’m suspended on one anchor over my middle. My legs hang bent and open, and Cain walks around me, his gaze skimming my body like a fine artwork.

“It never gets old, Grace. Seeing you like this, watching you submit. You must trust me, darling.” He stops at my head, leaning over and hovering over my lips. “Do you trust me?”

If he’d asked me the night of my accident, my answer would’ve been a resoundingno.Now, however…

I nod, breathing heavily and under his spell. His proximity causes my heart rate to spike, as it does every time.

“I don’t know why. You probably shouldn’t.” He grins.

I hear it before I see it as he walks around my body—the clicking of a lighter. I watch as he plays with the tiny flame when he rounds to my right side.

“Cain,” I warn, lifting my head the best I can. I teeter on the rigging, and my strings tug even more.

“See how quickly that trust went up in flames, love?” His grin turns dark, dangerous even.

He comes closer, pulling a bottle of something out of his pocket. Pouring it in my belly button, he then moves the flicker of the lit lighter closer.

My breathing is erratic at best, and my neck burns as I keep my eyes trained on where he hovers the flame over my belly.

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask him, exhilaration worming through my veins as my blood roars.

“I don’t know, puppet. You tell me,” he replies, smiling as he lets the flame ignite the fluid in my belly.

The flame is blue and beautiful as it dances momentarily. Cain leans over, breathing life into it, causing it to waver.

He covers it with his hand, and it’s gone. The pang of thrill it left me with, however, is alive and well, thrumming through me like a wild beast.

“Well? Did it hurt?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Nearly seven months, and you haven’t realized yet, darling.” He leans over again, peering down at me from above.

“Realized what?” I whisper, unable to breathe around the intense rush of being suspended and the aftermath of the flames on my skin.

“That I can’t hurt you. Even if the desire is still there, even if the call to kill is strong, you’re the one I can’tmaim. The one I must preserve at all fucking costs. The other half of my psychotic soul.”

My lip quivers as his words take me even higher, to a space even I haven’t been after six months with Cain.

There’s a reason I’ve fallen head over heels for this psychopath, and it all stems back to how he makes me feel loved and wanted. Even in his obsession, I feel worshipped.

No one else on the face of this earth will ever make me feel like Cain Moldova does.

“Cut me,” I whisper, not knowing what I’m doing but letting it slip out anyway.

“What was that?” He leans down, turning his ear to my lips.

“Cut me. If the desire is still there, make me bleed,” I tell him, leaning closer to his ear and skating the tip of my tongue against it.

He straightens, looking down at me with crazed eyes, darkening by the second. “You don’t mean that, darling.”

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