Page 141 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Arms up, Mira. Hold the bars.”

She does quickly and obediently. Her fingers curl around the iron spirals. I tug and roll the hem of her top higher and tuck it between her teeth.

“You’re too vocal, little brat. I’ll have to stop if my brother wakes up to find me in his baby’s bed, eating her sweet pussy. He might get jealous and keep your cunt for himself. Can’t have that, can we? Especially given how long you’ve been teasing me with having my turn.”

She’s soaked.

The scent of her is a heavy fog lingering in the air and I’m drunk on it. If I had known this was her kink ... fuck, I would have used it that first night when I had her cornered against the wall.

I run the flat of my blade over her covered mound. Give it a sharp smack that sends her hips off the mattress with a muffled whine.

God, this isn’t going to work. She’s so loud.

I glance at Daniel.

Still out.

Maybe I should have drugged him.

Next time.

Hooking a finger into her drenched crotch, I drag the fabric away from her hungry pussy and slide my knife across the center, tearing her panties but leaving the scraps hanging off her hips.

“You’ve made a puddle on the bed, Mira. Just like the diner.”

“Lick it,” I think she garbles.

I oblige because I’m a gentleman, but also, there is no way I’m not tasting this messy cunt.

I run the flat of my tongue from hole to clit in a thorough sweep, swallowing every drop of her delicious release. I suck her lips clean and get between her folds. I breach her opening and she fucks herself on my tongue like the greedy brat she is.

But this isn’t her show. She’s my victim. She just doesn’t know it yet.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

MIRA

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Christian is a sadist.

Any doubt I may have had vanishes an hour later as he drags me to the edge of release only to stop. To leave me sweaty and breathless, a mindless creature desperate for whatever little pleasure he allows me.

“Quiet, Mira,” he says with a cruel smirk that mirrors the twisted pleasure in his eyes. “You know what will happen if you wake him up.”

The nick he’d given my right breast burns in reminder. It’s no bigger than a thumbnail and as shallow as a papercut, but the surprise of it, the sting had stunned me into silence.

“I warned you,”he’d drawled after licking the droplet of blood clean with his tongue.

I nearly came from that sight alone, but — like the threat of waking Daniel — the punishment for cumming without his say was worse.

“Days,”he’d growled into my ear while pumping his cock into my convulsing body.“No cumming. We’ll take turns with you, but you get nothing.”

I wish I could say I hate what he’s doing to me, what he’s forced me to do while Daniel lies a few feet away, but, God, no. I love it with equal measure.

He’s so cold. Methodical. His torture is vicious and still I’m soaking the bed. Soaking his cock every time he drives it inside me. His hand.

The handle of his sanitized knife.

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