Page 26 of Escape From Me

“Yeah. But I doubt we would be. Not if you’re quick. Because…” she stopped talking right before we crossed my door jamb, “what if I go and my father forces me back with him? What if this is the last time I see you?”

I was done denying my little dove, but now for very different reasons.

“This will not be the last time. You will not be going with anyone.”

I took her hand off my needy cock and slid it up to my hip where I let her feel the gun concealed there. Then, I slid it higher to the blades in easily accessible holders. “I can promise you, I am ready for anything.”

She smirked.

“Remember that first night when you slid that knife over my body? Would it be bad if I told you I liked it?”

I slid my hand over her neck, and fucking hell did I drag her to me so I could kiss her. Devour her.

I forgot what I was supposed to do and shoved her against the bed, kicking the door closed.

“Little dove, you are a brat. Aren’t you?” I leaned over her, claiming that smart mouth and shutting her up, except while I let my cock do the thinking, I missed the feathery touch of her hand until I felt the cold steal of my own knife against my neck.

“Oh, little dove. You do not want to play with me.” I grasped her hand with my own and pushed the knife against my skin. “What was your plan?”

I admired her even more than I had moments ago because of the way her eyes hungered for something and she hadn’t even hesitated.

“Fuck me, Zeid. Now.”

There was a hard edge to her words. This wasn’t at all about the knife or me. I unzipped my pants with my free hand, freeing my cock that seemed to do as my little vixen commanded.

I slid my hand away from my now ready length and encircled her ankle, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed where I wanted her. She never looked away from my face as I pushed her leg up and onto my shoulder.

“Whatever you command, dove.”

I let go of the blade. “What is one more scar when I’m buried deep inside your pussy?”

Her dress slid up her thighs as I pushed her open wider, gliding my hand up her soft skin to the glistening apex of her thighs. My fingers found her clit first and slowly trailed through her folds, down her slit to her entrance.

She quirked her brow at me.

“Already so wet for me? Daddy would be disappointed that his little bargaining chip was about to get railed right before another little show of power, don’t you think?”

My knuckles brushed over her pussy before I dipped my fingers inside, coating my hand in her juices before slicking them all over my ready cock.

The knife fell away as her head leaned back onto the bed.

“Don’t play with me, prince asshole. Take what’s yours, now.”

There was something in her words. A little waver in her tone like something else was going on, but for the moment, I would do this.

I lined the thick head of my cock against her tight little hole and smirked as she moaned, already begging for me.

Control was not what she wanted from me, and I slid inside of her in one hard, long thrust, damn near losing any last restraint I had as her muscles protested and then gave way around my thickness.

“Fuck, Daisy. You feel like heaven.”

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Rebellion felt so good.I slipped into the town car next to Zeid. Cas and Rylee slid in across from us.

“This is so weird. I didn’t even know you had a car like this,” Rylee said, petting the leather.

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