Page 42 of Escape From Me

“Never before have I ever trusted another woman to come here. So, tell me, my dark little dove, what would you do if you could do anything?”

Imagine my surprise when her body pressed closer to mine and her hand slid away from my neck down to my hard cock.

“You, Zeiden. I’d do you.”

I couldn’t stop the belly-deep laughter.

“Unexpected; however, noted. I am happy to do as my beautiful future wife wants, but I meant to the unfortunate man in that chair that dared to touch you. He won’t leave here alive, but until that final moment? Well, I didn’t say this was my playground because there was a slide.”

I took a step forward and she took one backward, moving with my body until her ass bumped into a metal table. I reached behind her and grabbed an excessively large blade, holding it up, letting it catch the bit of light.

“Now tell me, dove. What do you want to do?”

The breath she sucked in wasn’t hard to hear down here, but the way she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine? That made it hard not to ignore whatever the hell answer I wanted. I dropped the knife, wrapped my hands under her thighs, and lifted her, placing her on the table and pushing aside whatever was in my way as I devoured the one thing that might make this place not just my playground but my heaven.

EIGHTEEN

daisy

All I wanted was Zeid.

He tasted like dark spices, like a drink meant to burn on its way down, but instead he was smooth and intoxicating.

I pulled my lips away from his for all of a second.

“Fuck me, then show me how to use that knife on him.”

What was wrong with me? Nothing. Nothing was wrong with me. He knew what I needed and never once seemed to think I was odd. That I was the problem.

Fucking hell.

“Fuck me. If he wakes up, he’ll hear you making me scream your name. He’ll see something he’ll never have.”

He didn’t speak, and maybe that’s what I liked about this darkly mysterious man. He just answered in every touch. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wide, fitting him between them.

Nothing needed to be said. I felt wanted. It wasn’t just the knife that awoke a soul-deep hunger for Zeiden. It was what it symbolized. He didn’t fear sharing his power with me. The knife was hot as fuck, but the fact that I was his equal? I’d let him hold a knife to my throat just to see what he’d do, because the truth ofit all was that I was safe with him, regardless of the darkness that swirled within this man.

I fumbled at his belt, grabbing at the button on his pants. The second I freed his hard length, my pussy was wet and ready. The ache between my legs was desperate for the one and only person who could calm the need.

“Whatever you wish, my wicked little dove.”

His hands shifted, and the hem of my skirt pushed up around my waist in seconds. My body remembered exactly what it meant to have him here, and I moaned more the higher those hands of his traveled over me.

“If he had touched you, I want you to know I would never have left him alive for you.”

A single hand of his rose to my throat, caressing my skin as he leaned in, licking his way from where my pulse beat to my mouth, where he pressed his lips to mine and stole the air in my lungs. I would freely suffocate for this feeling again and again.

Moments passed, and as the beat of my own heart filled my ears, he released my mouth, but the way he watched me was so intense I still couldn’t seem to remember how to breathe in his presence.

His other hand ran over my pussy, his fingers spreading me as he ran them the length through my slit, grazing over every sensitive inch along the way.

“So responsive, Daisy.”

When he said my name, not just his silly little nicknames, but my name, something burned behind my eyes and I had to blink it all away.

“I will always be ready for you. My body craves you and my soul cries for you. I’m yours.”

I whimpered as his fingers pressed against my entrance, pushed inside of me.

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