Page 27 of Bound By Revenge

Soon she’s gasping, her skin flushed, her voice softened into desperate, needy sounds.

I pause, making her wait for it, letting the silence hang heavy between us, then I slide my hand beneath her skirt. She hisses, a sound of mingled resistance and desire, as my fingers glide over her heated skin, tracing the soft, lush curve of her ass.

When I press my palm against the bottom of her underwear, I groan. I can barely stop myself from tearing the fabric when I feel how soaked she is.

Then I pull back and slip the knife from my boot.

The blade glints in the dim light as I press the flat edge against her exposed thigh. She stiffens beneath me, and for the first time tonight, I sense a flicker of hesitation.

“Nik…” Her voice wavers, uncertain.

“Shh,” I whisper, dragging the blade slowly up her leg. “You wanted to play with me, Kat. Let’s play.”

With a quick, deliberate motion, I hook the knife under the hem of her skirt and slice upward. The fabric parts easily, falling away in tatters, leaving her bare save for her soaked thong.

The air in the room shifts, charged with the intoxicating scent of her vulnerability. I trail the blade lightly along the curve of herass, not cutting—just letting her feel it. Her breathing quickens, her body tense but unresistant.

Next, I make quick work of her shirt. Then her bra. When I toss the ruined garments, I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She moans this time, a deep, throaty sound that sends a rush of heat straight to my cock.

“You’re such a bad girl,” I growl, dragging my palm over her now-reddened skin. “So fucking wet for me, and you’ve done nothing to earn it.”

She doesn’t reply. Instead, her thighs part further, an unspoken invitation that has my restraint hanging by a thread.

I raise my hand again, bringing it down hard on her ass. She moans this time, loud and throaty, and the sound pushes me over the edge. My hand shifts, slapping her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong.

She jolts, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat. Her hips press back, grinding against me, begging for more.

“I’ve never met anyone who needed a spanking this badly,” I murmur, my hand rubbing against her underwear, slick with her arousal. “You’ve been begging for this since the night we met. Haven’t you, Kat?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Nik, please…”

“Which is it?” I ask, pressing my hand on to her soaked thong, slapping it lightly before pulling back. “Please stop, or please don’t stop?”

Her answer is instant, desperate. “More. Please, don’t stop.”

A dark laugh escapes me as I slide the blade along the edge of her thong. “Good girl.” With one sharp motion, I slice the fabric away, leaving her completely bare beneath me.

I press my hand between her legs, slapping her pussy hard. She jerks, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as her body snaps back, her hips slamming back against me, shameless and needy.

It’s the stuff of my dirtiest dreams, and resisting the urge to fuck her right now might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I caress her reddened ass, watching the way it bounces with every slight movement. My hand drags downward, fingers brushing over her trembling thighs, all the way to the cuff around her ankle. With my free hand, I grip her hips again, squeezing the soft flesh before tracing the edges of her entrance, teasing her mercilessly.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please, Nik… Touch me,” she pleads, her voice breaking with desperation.

“I am, Kat,” I say, a dark laugh escaping my throat. “I am.”

Her impatience amuses me, and I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “But I’m not a mind reader. If you want my hand somewhere, you’d better start begging.”

Chapter 14

Kat

“Please, Nik,”I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Touch me. I need you.”

“Need me how?” His tone is maddeningly calm, his fingers brushing over the curve of my ass, sending a shiver through me. “Use your words.”

“I need your hands on me,” I gasp, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “I need you to touch me. Please.”

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