Page 72 of Behind the Scenes
“I trust you,” she replied as she pulled the knife from him. The sound of his gurgles reached my ears, but I didn’t dare look, not when Harley pushed me against the wall and gripped my hair to expose my neck as she pressed the knife directly to my throat, mimicking my move from before.
Just like that night, she smeared the blood all over my skin.
“Should you?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed.
“No,” she admitted. “And you shouldn’t trust me either, but here we are.”
She dragged the flat side of the knife down until she reached my shirt. Her hand finally released my hair so she could grab ahold of the fabric.
When she sliced right through it with the knife, I couldn’t hold my gasp.
“Here we are,” I repeated breathlessly. “The receptionist is an insider; she doesn’t work here or know who I am or my real name. Your manager’s name is the only one on the reservation, no one else’s. He had plans to come here already, so this will be pinned on the jealous, violent boyfriend of his current mistress, who has been sending him death threats.”
She let out a chuckle. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
The knife slid against my skin, trailing down my bra before she cut it clean off.
“Oops. That didn’t happen to be your favorite, right?”
I gasped as my breasts were exposed to her. She ran the still warm knife over my nipple, and I shivered at the contact.
I watched as she took her time sliding it down my body until she got to my pants. Wetness was already pooling in my underwear.
I wanted her to rip the fabric off me. Fuck me until I was breathless and begging. I couldn’t handle the teasing.
“The suit will go on as planned,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “The more we prepare, the less it looks like we had anything to do with this. I sent in the paperwork to his office today.”
There was a man dying in the room with us, but he was of little concern.
I was mesmerized by her.
Harley drew patterns on my skin with the knife, so careful not to prick me, but just the danger of it—of her—was enough to make my head spin.
I tried to reach down to help her take off my pants, but she let out a noise that had me freezing in place.
“If you were anyone else, I’d end you for forcing my hand,” she grumbled as she tugged down my pants and underwear.
My breath caught when the knife brushed across my mound.
“But I’m not anyone else,” I reminded her and shimmied the pants down the rest of the way before stepping out of them.
“Sit and open for me,” she ordered, motioning to a small table beside me.
“If you were anyone else, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and your bossy attitude.”
“But I’m not anyone else,” she repeated my words back to me. “And I think you’ll like it more if I fuck you.”
Fuck.She’s going to devour me. Destroy me.
And I wanted her to.
She flipped the knife to brush the handle against my folds, causing a violent shiver to run through me.
As ifI wasn’t sopping wet already.
Her entire expression had changed. Darkened. Just like thenight in the alley. The night when I saw her for the first time—therealher. The night when I should have run, but something stopped me.
