Page 120 of Tangled in Knots

“Does your way involve blood, knives, and violence, little rabbit?” he asks, making my head spin with the change of subject. His lips are close enough to mine that I can feel the puffs of his breath.

His scent of strawberry shortcake is thick, his shorts showing off his tented erection.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Kane’s head moves to drag his tongue down my neck, sucking on his brother’s bite.

“I’ve never been so jealous of my little brother,” he mutters.

Opening my lips to ask something, the words evaporate as I feel the blade move up my thigh again.

“Kane,” I gasp.

“No thinking, just feel,” he grunts. “When was the last time your pretty pussy felt this needy? I want to see it, did you fill that private box with your scent?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “The last time… your brother asked me if I wanted to kill your father, and play in the blood.”

“Your skin would be so pretty painted in Dad’s blood, little rabbit. I would love to eat your pussy while you’re getting fucked in it,” he growls.

Fuck. It’s so difficult to stay still as my pussy clamps down on nothing, pulling a low moan from my lips.

“Yeah, I want more of those pretty little noises, sweetheart,” he whispers.

I don’t think he meant for me to hear his words, but I moan in response as the blade gets closer and closer to my pussy. I don’t know how committed he is to this. Is he serious?

Will he push this until I beg for his knot? I don’t think I’m ready for that.

“Stay with me,” Kane barks. “I know you’re a stubborn, special little rabbit, but hold onto my voice. Don’t go back. Feel the way the knife moves over your skin. Notice the way it’s now dragging over your sweet cunt. Should I cut you there?”

Whining at his words, my chest heaves as I imagine it. I don’t know what I want. The feel of the sharp tip of the blade as it drags over my panty-covered clit makes me even wetter, which is hard for me to understand.

“Stay,” he moans. “That’s a good girl. I need to fucking see.”

I don’t know what he means until the knife slides under my panties along the side, and the slight protection of them against Kane’s attention falls away.

“Hands on the bench, baby,” he commands, but I’ve already placed them there to have something to anchor myself. Leaning back, he pulls on my hair until I’m arched even further back and he can enjoy the view.

“This outfit should be fucking illegal. You’re making such a pretty mess on the bench. Were you placing bets with your new best friends?”

“What?” I ask, my brain short circuiting. I can’t…

“Bets, Adira,” he says impatiently. “In the private club seats, did you place any?”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I made one with Duncan.”

“I don’t like his name on your lips while I’m looking at your dripping pussy,” he grits out. “It makes me want to do really dirty things to you until you’ll only scream mine.”

Should I ask him what kind of things? I have so little experience, I shouldn’t want to even think about what he could possibly mean. However the blade in his hand is moving lazily up my leg again, and the handle is turning to face me for some reason.

I don’t understand why, and now I can’t see his hand at all, because my face is looking at the ceiling due to the grip of Kane’s hand.

“You’re going to come on this knife, Adira,” Kane says calmly. “If you do, you’ll get to walk out of here like nothing happened. If not, you’ll have the pleasure of riding my face until you’re dripping down it. Everyone will hear your screams.”

A low keen is ripped from my lips, because my body is very excited by these odds. I want it, I need it, I don’t care about the outcome. He never mentioned his cock, and I mostly trust him not to change the rules midway.

He may be a crazy alpha, but his pride won’t let him cheat on this. It’s completely focused on his ability to make me come. My body isn’t under the influence, I fully understand that what I’m feeling is me.

“Yes, baby. I wish I could see more of you, but I’m not going to push,” he rasps. Kane’s voice is like smooth molasses, sweet and sultry. When he says things, it’s difficult to focus on the words, because I want to bathe in how his voice makes me feel.

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