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“That I have.” Iz licks his lips.
He takes big, slow steps toward me. I wait for the right moment—the instant he tries to take the weapon from my grasp.
Except… that moment doesn’t come. He doesn’t blanch when the knife pierces his pec, blood beading and running down his chest. I hold the blade tightly as he groans and lets the tip sink deeper into his flesh.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
Izoran brings his hand up to clasp mine, helping me hold the handle and keep the blade in place. He takes another step forward, his eyes fluttering shut, before forcing the both of us to thrust the knife into his chest.
Right where his heart would be… if he had one.
I’m not sure he does, because he only grunts and rips the knife back out, leaving it in my hand. I stare at the deep wound, gushing blood.
“You can’t kill me like that, Fire. You’re welcome to keep trying, but I’ll take my prize for catching you now.”
What prize?
I try to reel backward, away from him, but he catches me around the waist. Shouting, I jam the knife into his shoulder, but he doesn’t let me go. He spins us until he can press me up against the trunk of a tree and drop to his knees at my feet.
Then he yanks my pants and underwear down my legs, hauling one of my thighs over his shoulder. He licks a line up my inner thigh and inhales deeply, his husky groan sending a shiver of arousal through me.
“Let go of me.” I shove at his shoulders, and he doesn’t budge.
“You agreed that we could take you as our prize. I’m taking my first taste of victory.”
His tongue teases my folds. I tremble at the promise he’s making with his words and tongue, but I can’t give up yet. This isn’t what I want—I’m playing this game to win my freedom, not to be ravished by a cocky demon in the middle of the forest.
My palm is sweaty, but I still have a good enough grip on my weapon to shove it down, piercing him right through the shoulder.
He doesn’t retreat.
He doesn’t disarm me, not even when I tear the knife from his skin and stab him again.
All Izoran does is hold me against the tree… and groan. “It’s so sexy when you hurt me. Keep going, Fire.”
And then he buries his face against my pussy, and I’m left stunned as my body shivers from the pleasure.
CHAPTER SIX
NOVA
The serrated edge of my knife tears through the skin of his shoulder. Izoran groans against my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Do it again,” he commands.
My grip on the knife loosens, blood dripping from the tip onto the hard dirt. He’s bleeding heavily, the gash ripping through multiple layers of tissue until it hit the white bone of his shoulder blade.
“What?” I wind my other hand through his hair and try to pull him away from my aching core, but he refuses to move.
“Flay me if you want. The pain only makes your cunt taste sweeter.”
Lips parting, I stare down at the wound. It’s already healing, but it’s gruesome. Isn’t the pain excruciating?
I lift the knife and stab this time, embedding it in his other shoulder. He hisses and brings a hand up, sucking a finger into his mouth. Then he slides it through my wetness until he can work it slowly into my pussy. The intrusion is uncomfortable;I’m not used to anything being inside me, but he refuses to move away.
They told me this would happen—that they’d own my body if I was caught—but I thought I could fight back.
How am I supposed to fight when hewantsme to hurt him?
