Page 140 of Unwrapping Deviance

That alone gave me some confidence that what I’m about to do was okay.

Careful not to wake the two entwined figures twisted up in the rumpled sheets, I ease up onto the mattress and finish setting up the rest of my plans. The only reason I drove to Mayfield this morning.

Satisfied by the results, I climb down and face the pair.

With every care and slowness in the world, I free Mira from Daniel’s death grip and drag her a good distance from the other man. Far enough not to wake him.

My brother rolls onto his other side, giving us even more space.

Thank you, God!

She’s in a t-shirt and a pair of panties I can’t make out the color of in the dark. I roll the hem of her top over her delicious tits.

I’m not mad about earlier on the sofa. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but damn it! It cut into a lot of my time and now I have to rush my work.

I reach over to the nightstand for the first item of the night.

The moonlight drifting through the window carves up the smooth line of the blade and my stomach seizes. My palm flexes around the handle.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Carefully, I get into place straddling her chest. The blade goes to her throat, but not touching. High enough away from her skin so as not to cut her if she wakes up with a jolt.

“Mira.”

It takes a couple of hushed attempts, but she finally opens her eyes with a flutter of her long lashes. She blinks twice.

“Christian?”

I raise the blade to my lips. “Shhh.” I lower it back to her pretty neck and almost shiver when her eyes widen. “You don’t want to wake Daddy, do you?”

I let her tilt her chin to Daniel’s dark silhouette across the bed. His back to us. Oblivious to the torture I have planned for his baby.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, looking back at me.

I drag the tip of my knife down the center of her chest, between her full, firm breasts. I watch her nipples shrivel and become teasing little points that I roll under the flat of my blade.

Mira bites back a moan as the cold metal kisses her skin.

“What you’ve been asking your uncle to do every time you climb into my lap and wiggle your little ass on my cock.”

She does moan and I have to hide my smirk by ducking my head and capturing her free nipple between my teeth.

My deviant little brat.

“You like feeling me get hard, don’t you?” I tug on the peak and make her wiggle. “You like when I slip my hand under your tiny skirt and play with your pussy.”

“Yes,” she pants. Thrashes.

“You know you’re not supposed to tease your uncle. Not supposed to cum on his fingers while your daddy’s in the next room. But you’re such a bad girl, aren’t you, Mira? Such a bad, horny little girl who needs her uncle’s cock in her tight hole, isn’t that right?”

“Yes. Yes. I want it.”

I slide down her wiggling torso, dragging the blade down across every rib. Circle her navel. Follow the metal with my tongue.

“But can you keep quiet? You know this is our little secret. Daddy won’t like the dirty things I’m about to do to his little girl.”

Mira groans long and deep. Her legs squirm across the sheets but I get between them, forcing them to stay open.

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