Page 21 of Deadly Wrath

The knife is still in his free hand.

Fuck.

My mind is screaming to fight, to wriggle free, to do something, anything—but the heat of his body pressing into mine scrambles my thoughts. Everything turns to mush.

He’s so damn close. I can practically taste his breath, feel it ghost across my lips, warm and teasing. “What the hell are you doing?” I manage, but my voice comes out too breathy, too weak. The panic I should be feeling is overridden by something worse, something needier.

I’m acutely aware of every ridge, every muscle of his body pressed against mine, the hard lines of his chestrising and falling against me. Then he shifts, his chest brushing mine.

Shit.

My nipples harden, pebbling against him, my body reacting like a needy little slut instead of someone who should be focused on survival.

Maybe I hit my head too hard against the wall.

Because there’s no other explanation for what’s happening inside me right now. Alessio leans in, his breath warm against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Tell me why you were looking into me, Stalker,” he growls, and dammit, he’s too damn close.

I squirm. “Get off me,” I murmur, trying to thrust up, push him away, anything to create some kind of space between us. But it only makes things worse. I’m struggling, trying to wriggle free, but every shift heightens whatever the hell this is. His closeness, his heat, the weight of his body pressing me down, it’s too much. Way too much.

His eyes burn into me, dragging over my body, making me hyper-aware of my nakedness. And he’s looking. His grip on my wrists tightens, not painfully, but just enough to remind me I’m at his mercy.

“I think this is turning you on,” he murmurs, the smirk on his face is so damn smug I want to slap it off.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t be so full of yourself,” I shoot back, doing my best to hide the confusion I feel.

My breath catches, my body feels tense, bracing for whatever comes next. I expect some crude remark, some cocky quip meant to get under my skin. But he doesn’t speak. Instead, he reaches for the towel and pulls it open.

Heat floods my face.

His eyes drop, dragging over every inch of newly exposed skin, and I catch the slow flick of his tongue over his lips like he’s savoring the view. He’s taking his time, committing this to a core memory.

Even though I’m completely confused and annoyed by how much I’m drawn to this whole messed-up situation, I can’t ignore the way my body is totally betraying what my mind is screaming.

I shake my head, trying to snap myself out of it, trying to grab onto any shred of control I have left. A sudden surge of defiance pushes past the haze, and I meet his gaze, my chin lifting. “Nothing you could do is gonna turn me on, asshole.”

His lips curl into a slow, mocking smirk. “No?” he taunts, licking his bottom lip. His eyes flick down andback up, locking onto mine like he already knows the answer. “Then what’s this?”

The faint clink of metal fully grabs my attention just before I see Alessio flicking the knife open with that effortless confidence that annoys me. Before I can even process what’s happening, he grips the handle, and then he drags the blade lower down my stomach.Oh. Oh no.

He slides the handle between my pussy lips, and I jolt so hard you’d think I got electrocuted, my body betraying me before I can even pretend I’m in control of a damn thing. Heat rushes to my skin like someone flipped a switch I didn’t know existed. The cold steel and carved ridges hit the exact spot that makes my breath stutter and my brain glitch out completely. This is twisted, fucked-up foreplay, and my body’s acting like it loves every second of it.

“Oh no,” I gasp, my legs instinctively pressing together, but it’s no use with his massive body between mine. He’s got me exactly where he wants me. My body tenses while the smooth end teases my most sensitive spot.

He watches me, really watches me, with a knowing smirk. “Still think I can’t turn you on, stalker?”

I bite my lip hard, forcing myself to snap out of it. But the smug glint in his eyes tells me I’m too late.

“Fuck, this feels good.” The words slip out before I can stop them. I hate that he’s right, and I hate that I want this, that my body is betraying me in the worst fucking way. A low, shaky moan spills from my lips, completely unfiltered. Just what I don’t need—me betraying… me.

My cheeks burn with humiliation, but it’s nothing compared to my throbbing, overstimulated pussy, begging for a release. It’s been way too long since I’ve gotten laid, so much so that I’m damn near ready to take a weapon just for a bit of stimulation.

I try to turn my head, desperate for anything other than his eyes on me. But I can’t. My arms are pinned above me, holding me in place. There’s no escaping him, no dodging the rush of pleasure that’s swallowing me whole.

Alessio’s eyes darken as he lifts the knife’s handle, now glistening with my juices. A slow, cocky smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“Such a dirty little stalker, aren’t you?” he taunts.

Oh, fuck him. This infuriating bastard is doing this on purpose, trying to get a rise out of me.

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