Page 51 of Falcon's Prey

My jaw felt tense and rigid. She might be right, but I would make sure that once I was gone, she would be ruined. With that thought in mind, I put the diamond in my pocket, and then while I was still crouched, I took out the knife I had strapped on the side of my leg. I moved it up to my sleeve slowly before I rose. When Ember licked her lips, I lost it and the skin I had been wearing shed off me, revealing the man I was within.

I was in front of her within seconds, and she tried to remain still. The rise and fall of her chest was a giveaway of the nerves she was feeling, along with the little beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Everything you think you know about me, forget it. You don’t know me. What you should know about me—” I leaned toward her, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear, my tongue licking her earlobe. While her eyes were closed and her mouth parted, trying to contain a moan, I had worked my knife at the base of her dress. “I’m. So. Much. Worse.”

Her eyes snapped open at the same moment the dress ripped at the seams. She was going to talk, but I held on to her jaw, and I fucking kissed her like she held the key to heaven and I had just been sentenced to hell.

Ember used all her strength and pushed me back. I fell flat on the grass, and she used the opportunity to straddle me.

“You do what I say,dog.”

Not saying anything, I put the knife to the side, and since the material was fine and already ripped, I finished tearing her dress all the way to her waist. The skirt came off, and she was left in the bodice that snapped at her cunt along with the makeshift garter I’d made her. Curving one of my arms around her waist, I flipped us over, laying her on top of the torn-off material.

“You don’t get a say, Ember. Not when it’s my dick that’s going to sink into your soaked pussy.”

My body dwarfed hers, and it turned me on to have the upper hand. She had the world at her fingertips, except for me. With my knee, I spread her legs, leaving her open to my mercy. My cock was painfully hard, and I was going to cross a line, knowing I’d be damning everyone else.

I put my hands on either side of her head and looked at her. She was a rare beauty, and like any man, I coveted it. I bent my head until my forehead touched hers. Her pupils were dilated, and it had nothing to do with the weed.

“You’re going to let me own this tonight?” I asked in a gruff voice as I thrust against her.

Ember whimpered as my dick made contact with her pussy. I leaned to kiss her jaw, then sucked the skin on her neck. When she threw her head back, I took that as permission. I sucked all around her neck, aware I was making a collar of my own, marring her neck and rearranging her blood.

“Ren,” Ember huffed, but I ignored her.

She seemed to hold her breath when I finally made it down to her center. I gave her pussy a gentle bite, and instead of removing the bodice, I kissed her thigh where she had the scalpel strapped.

Grabbing the scalpel, I removed it from the garter. Ember watched me with wide eyes as I took off the cap, revealing the obsidian tip. She bit her lip but didn’t say a word.

“I’d suggest you don’t move, princess,” I told her as I brought the edge of the knife to where the apex of her thigh met her pussy.

“Ren,” Ember whispered, trying hard to lie still.

Slowly I let her feel the sharp edge against the side of her sensitive flesh, laying it flat against her skin. Her soft moan had my head snapping to her face. My nostrils flared when I noticed she was even more turned on than before.

Bringing my attention back to her pussy, I started to slice the scalpel across the cloth, ripping it off, careful not to cut her. As her center came into view, I could see how fucking soaked she was. Not that the wet bodice wasn’t an indication. Once I had sliced across her pussy, I brought my thumb and stroked her slit, then applied pressure to her clit.

Ember moaned, almost jumping out of her skin by the contact.

“Careful,” I scolded her. “I might nick you.”

She seethed. “Then stop playing with me.”

I bent my head to her pussy, holding her stare, and I gave her a wicked grin. “Trust me, Ember, I haven’t even begun.”

The first taste of her was just as I knew it would be—addicting and forbidden all at once. Her wetness coated my tongue, and I wanted to lap her up and lick away her essence. I wanted to consume her so she would be a part of me.

I didn’t want these thoughts. I didn’t want her, but I did fucking need her.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, and that’s when she screamed, her hand coming to my hair, gripping it, making my scalp burn as she rode my face.

I wanted to cause her some amount of pain, like she was beginning to cause me. She was still riding her high, her pussy still spasming, so I grabbed the scalpel and made a small cut on her thigh.

Seeing her blood spilling seemed to bring us both down to reality. I couldn’t let her have control, and she shouldn’t trust me. Licking the bit of blood that spilled, I hoped it disgusted her into pushing me away, but instead, she leaned up to grab my face so I could kiss her.

Before I gave her my lips, as I held the scalpel to her neck where my hickeys started to form, I asked her, “Do I scare you, Ember?”

Chapter Twenty-One

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