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I look around for where it may have fallen from and easily spot an empty space on top of a cabinet just behind it. Quickly, I stride over to the case and bend to pick it up.

A grunt of surprise leaves me. It’s heavier than I thought it would be. As I shift it to the top of the dresser, the items inside of the case make a weird metallictinkingnoise.

I pause.

Is the stuff on the inside broken? Should I check?

There is a tiny voice in the back of my head, screaming at me to put it back and return to the safety of the couch, but my curiosity has been piqued. And besides, I didn’t snoop in any of the drawers. Surely, looking at just this one thing is okay?

Besides, if they catch me snooping, I can tell the truth. I heard a bang, found the case, and when I picked it up to put it back, I thought the things inside were broken. What I will do if they are broken, I have no idea. But it’s a good enough story for now.

Carefully, I place the case on the top of the dresser and then work the top and bottom buckles open. Butterflies have escaped from my stomach and now flutter through my chest. With a breath, I lift the edge but pause almost immediately. This isn’t a case. It’s a wrap.

I don’t even hesitate and open the wrap right up, rolling it all the way open.

Knives. So many knives.

My throat goes tight as I scan them all.

Long blades, short blades, thick handles, smooth handles, thick blades, pencil-thin blades, a scalpel, and more. All of them look sharp as fuck and glisten under the apartment lights. There are at least twenty knives here, each one secured in place by little pieces of black elastic.

Except, there is one empty set of elastics.

Just as I touch my finger to the empty loops, the air shifts behind me and the bite of cold, sharp steel presses against my neck.

“Hello, little dove.”

Chapter 38

Xavier

Her carotid artery hammers as fast as a fucking machine gun against my knuckle, and mine speeds up to match her tempo. As soon as my blade was against her throat, she froze and her curiosity turned to fear. My cock is already hard, and I’m ready to throw all my goddamn plans out the fucking window, just so Ican sink my cock into her tight, wet cunt while she fears for her life.

Fucking calm down.

I do not want this to be over quickly. And I’m not fucking cheating myself out of this one moment that I have been given. I’ve been good, all fucking weekend.

Playing nice.

Being involved.

Not taking things too far.

Being gentle.

Soft.

Considerate of their time with her.

Noaccidentalcuts or bites.

Good.

I’ve been goddamn good for these fuckers.

But now it’s my fucking turn.

Cupping her shoulder with my free hand, I lower my head until my face is buried in her hair, just below her ear.

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