Page 84 of Claiming Pretty

He smirked. “Please what, rabbit? Tell me what you want.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my heart racing, desire and fear mingling in a heady cocktail.

“I… I want…” The words caught in my throat. How could I admit to wanting this? To craving the danger, the thrill? How could I admit that I liked when he used his knife to make me come? That I wanted it again?

Scáth’s eyes flashed with fire and he let out a growl.

“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me you want me to use the knife on you.”

His eyes bored into mine, intense and unblinking.

I felt exposed, vulnerable—and not just because I was naked. It was like he could see right through me, past all my defenses, right into my dark little desires.

“I want…” I breathed, the admission sending a shiver down my spine. “I want… you to use the knife… on me.”

“Use how?”

“I…”

“Say it. Claim it, rabbit. There’s no need to be ashamed of what you crave.”

“Fuck me with the knife handle,” I blurted out, heat rising to my cheeks.

But there was no judgment on his face.

He smirked. “I have a better idea.”

Oh.A dark thrill sent a shiver down my spine. What twisted things would my shadow do to me?

“Open your legs,” Scáth commanded softly.

I hesitated, my legs trembling, momentarily unsure what I was signing up for.

His eyes burned into mine, dark and hungry.

“Open. Your. Legs,” he repeated, each word deliberate and commanding as he pressed the sharp edge of the knife across a nipple, not enough to cut but enough to promise pain if I didn’t comply.

Slowly, I parted my thighs, stepping my feet apart, exposing myself to him. The cool air caressed my swollen clit and folds, making me acutely aware of how wet I was. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and fear.

His gaze raked over me, his pupils widening with need.

“Don’t move a fucking inch,” he growled as he shifted aside.

His hand plunged downward, the blade flashing in the dim light.

My breath caught, heart stuttering as I waited for the sharp bite of steel against my most sensitive flesh. But the pain never came.

Instead, I felt the sudden vibration of the blade embedding itself into the wall between my legs, mere inches below my exposed pussy.

The knife quivered there, its polished hilt jutting out obscenely between my thighs.

His eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction as he took in the sight before him, from my parted lips down to where the knife pinned me in place. “Now, show me how you ride that handle.”

I stared at him, my breath coming in short gasps as I processed his command.

Slowly, hesitantly, with my fingertips on the wall beside me for balance, I lowered myself onto it.

The smooth, polished handle pressed against my swollen folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I began to rock my hips, sliding my wet pussy along the length of the handle.

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