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His words don’t frighten me the way they should. There’s a carefulness to him I don’t expect, a line he won’t cross. After experiencing so much helplessness, that steadiness is a relief.
My cheeks burn as I lie back on the bed.
And in that moment, I’m acutely aware that the world keeps moving around us like nothing has changed.
But everything has.
CHAPTER 20
Katana
Shadows pool along the walls,but all I see are Micah’s eyes, black and unwavering, locked with mine like he’s tethered me in place.
“Don’t look away,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “Eyes on me.”
Heat flares under my skin, my body answering before my brain can catch up. Shame prickles at the edges—but deeper and hotter than that is something else. A rush of power I didn’t expect washes over me from the way he’s staring at me. As though I’m sacred. Desired.His.
“Open your legs wider,” he orders softly, stepping closer, his stare dragging down the length of me. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Jesus.Embarrassment surges, but it doesn’t drive me away. It roots me. I part my thighs further, breath catching as his focus sharpens.
His gaze returns to mine, a dangerous glint in the darkness. “Play with yourself, little murderess. Show me how you like to be touched.”
I nod, biting my lip as my fingers slide over my clit. Awhimper comes out of me, and heat burns in his eyes, incinerating me. At the same time, it encourages me.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “You’re so damn wet.”
“For you,” I whisper. “Only you.”
A soft moan escapes him, and I swear, I’d sell my soul to the devil to keep hearing that sound. Since that’s not an option, I settle for turning him on so he keeps moaning.
I slide one finger inside my pussy, still playing with my clit. My breath hitches at the intensity in his eyes, his gaze flickering from my wet pussy to my heaving chest, then to my face, as though he’s memorizing what I like.
I shove another finger inside me, biting my lip to prevent the moan that wants to slip out. I’m already losing control, and I’ve barely gotten started. Usually, it takes me a long time to get myself to come. Apparently, that’s not the case when Micah’s watching me.
“Don’t come. Not yet.” The words strike like a shiver through me. “Not until I touch you.”
The air between us vibrates. I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
I nod, frantic and desperate for him to touch me. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
Micah moves closer, like a predator choosing when to strike. He looms over me, the heat of his body swallowing the chill of the room. His hand hovers low, fingers grazing where I’m aching most.
A soft sound escapes me, half-moan, half-plea. His lips part, breath hitching in his throat, and for a heartbeat, he looks almost undone.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice rough and reverent. “My good fucking girl.”
I didn’t realize I had a praise kink until now. But those words in that deep, gravely voice nearly send me over the edge.
He grabs my hand, his eyes locked with mine. He eases it out of me, then bends down, sucking my juices from myfingers, never breaking eye contact. A jolt of pleasure courses through me, my pussy squeezing air.
“Please, Micah,” I whisper, not caring that I’m begging. “Touch me.”
He keeps sucking on my fingers while his other hand moves to my pussy. His finger slowly moves around my clit, and my body turns to jelly.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
He releases my fingers from his mouth. “Oh, little murderess, I’m not Jesus. I’m your fucking monster who can please you better than any deity ever could.”
