Page 83 of Claiming Pretty

The faint scent of smoke and spice lingered in the room,mingling with the sharp tang of whiskey from a decanter and used glass sitting on the mantle.

The door slammed shut behind me, the sound reverberating like a warning, and I flinched.

I turned toward him, but before I could scream, Scáth shoved me up against the wall, pressing a blade to my throat.

“Shhh…” he whispered, his voice soft, a total juxtaposition against the strength of his body pinning me. “If you fight me, I could cut you.”

I froze. Fuck. Those words…

“If you fight me, I could cut you. You wouldn’t want me to cut such a sensitive area, would you?”

I couldn’t respond, my breath catching in my throat as memories flooded back. The cold press of metal against my skin, the exquisite tension between fear and desire.

“Remember?” he murmured, his lips brushing my cheekbone. “How you trembled under my blade?”

I nodded, unable to form words as heat pooled low in my belly. Having a cold sharp knife at my pulse point should have terrified me, but instead it sent jolts of electricity through my body, my skin tingling with anticipation, begging for his touch.

With agonizing slowness, Scáth began to trace the edge of the blade along my neck, following the curve down to my collarbone. The cool metal sent shivers across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My breath came in short, ragged gasps as he dragged the knife lower, dancing it across my chest.

“So responsive,” he purred, eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve missed this.”

The tip of the blade caught on the neckline of my shirt. With a wicked grin, Scáth began to slice through the thin fabric, exposing my skin inch by torturous inch. The sound of tearing cloth filled the room as he cut a line straight down the center of my shirt.

“Don’t move,” he warned, voice husky. “We wouldn’t want any… accidents.”

I clung to the wall, my knees trembling, my nipples hardening as he cut away the remnants of my shirt and bra, the tatters sliding off my shoulders to the floor, leaving my breasts exposed and vulnerable.

His eyes raked over me, his gaze hungry and possessive.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, trailing the flat of the blade down my sternum. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you under my blade again. No idea how much it turns me the fuck on.”

My breath hitched as the knife dipped lower, tracing lazy circles around my navel, sending heat and wetness into my pussy. Every nerve ending in my body felt electrified, hyper-aware of the deadly instrument in his hand.

His eyes glinted with dark promise as he trailed the knife lower, catching the waistband of my skirt.

“You know, I don’t much care for this skirt. Too fucking short. Exposing too much of what’s mine. Especially to my greedy fucking brother.”

He sliced through the fabric, the blade whispering against my skin as it cut a path down my thigh. The skirt fell to the floor, pooling at my feet.

“And these…”

His breath was hot against my neck as he pressed closer, the knife now tracing the lace edge of my panties. Ishivered, torn between the urge to press into the blade and shrink away from it.

“These are in my way,” he growled, hooking the tip under the delicate fabric. With a quick flick of his wrist, he shredded one side, then the other.

I gasped, flinching, waiting for the pain of him accidentally slicing me. But there was no pain. Just brutal need surging through me as my ruined panties fluttered to the floor, leaving me completely bare before him.

I felt desperately exposed, pinned between Scáth’s hard body and the wall, completely naked while he remained fully clothed.

The cool air mixed with his hot breath caressed my heated skin, making me acutely aware of every inch of exposed flesh. Goosebumps raced across my skin, my nipples hardening into tight points.

And my pussy ached, soaking my thighs.

I stood there trembling, desperate, needy, while Scáth just trailed the flat of the blade lazily across my exposed skin, up my inner thighs and belly, across my breasts, circling my nipples.

“Scáth,” I whispered. “Please…”

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