Page 129 of Devilish Ink

A knife.

I thrashed involuntarily on the bed, tugging on the bindings around my wrists and ankles, my blood soaking the rope fibres.

He smiled at me as he began to approach. Like a panther whocould see their prey was caught and going nowhere, he took his time, fingering his blade.

“You made me work so hard for you, little slut.” His voice was hard yet it simmered with anger. “You made me chase your breadcrumbs all over fucking Europe. Every time I thought I had you, you’d fucking disappear. Until my prodigal sweetheart returned to Dublin.”

The grin he gave me sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced back up to my wrist. If I could just get my hand free. I ignored the sting as I wrenched my wrist.

The bed creaked as he kneeled beside me. A blade was at my throat seconds later.

I froze at the cold metal. My stomach turned as he leaned in, his sour breath against my cheeks.

“Did you forget that you weremine?”

“I am notyours,” I spat out.

I belong to Liam.

Balor’s features hardened. “By the time I’m done with you, you will be.”

He slashed at me with the knife. A cry broke free of my lips but there was no pain.

Balor cut the material of my oversized shirt, the ripping sound echoing throughout the warehouse, until the strips fell away from my breasts.

Cold air slapped my nipples. I tugged at my wrists again, trying so desperately to cover myself, but I couldn’t.

He let out a low groan as he stole the sight of me with his dirty gaze, a sound that made my stomach turn.

“You’re more exquisite than I remember.”

He leaned down and licked across one nipple. It hardened involuntarily even as a sob broke free of my throat.

“Go on. Cry for me, baby,” he said. “Scream. It makes me hard.”

I swallowed down my panic and set my jaw.Stay strong, Ry. Don’t let him break you.

Balor chuckled darkly as he licked his lips.

“I soundproofed this whole fucking warehouse just so you can make all sorts of pretty noises for me.”

He grabbed my panties and cut them off my hips, exposing me, making me dirty with his stare.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he said as he dragged the flat end of the blade across me.

I suppressed a sob and turned my face away.

“No?” Balor asked when I kept my trembling lips sealed. “How about now?”

A line of burning fire appeared across my upper thigh as he cut my skin. Hot blood slid over my inner thigh to the mattress.

I swallowed my scream and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Just a little scream,” Balor said, his breath hot on my leg. “A little scream for daddy.”

I gagged as he licked at my wound and growled low in his throat, his face so close to the most intimate part of me.

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