Page 80 of Hide and Seek
“Good girl,” he soothes as though his words can somehow make me feel better about this whole situation. “You belong to me. Don’t you forget that.”
“I’ll never be yours,” I spit, shaking my head. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“Oh, but you do,” he says, digging his hand into his pocket and revealing a blade. “You know me better than you know yourself, and now . . . you’ll never forget.”
Horror rips through me, and I squirm beneath him desperately trying to buck him off me as the soft afternoon light streams through the window, glistening off the large blade. “No,” I panic, not above getting to my knees and begging for my life. “No. Please, no.”
Tears well in my eyes, and as my gaze remains locked on the blade, I realize this has to be the very same blade that tore through Laith’s skin and left those despicable words behind.
“Mine,” he grits.
“Never.”
He reaches back with his free hand, his fingers coming down between my thighs, immediately rolling over my sensitive clit, and just like every time he’s touched me, my traitorous body comes alive. My hips jolt at the sudden electricity pulsing through my core, and while the weight of his body crushes me into the mattress, he fingers the hem of Knight’s shirt, pulling it up to expose my chest.
He groans, and while I expect him to dive for my tits, it’s not what’s got his attention. It’s the space below—the blank canvas of skin over my ribs.
“All mine,” he repeats as his fingers continue working my clit.
He brings the tip of the blade to my skin, slowly dragging it down my ribs and watching the way it rolls so effortlessly over my body. My gaze remains locked on the blade, terror lacing my every breath. “You’re going to want to hold still, kitten,” he murmurs as his fingers dip lower and push into my cunt.
My hips involuntarily jolt again as my walls automatically clench around his fingers, and when the slightest groan tearsfree from my lungs, I want to kill myself. How can he do this? Even when I want to gouge his eyes out with my nails, my body still responds to him as though he’s the very air I need to breathe.
As his fingers split inside of me, he grinds the heel of his palm against my core, and the blade finally comes down, slicing through my flesh like butter. I cry out in pain, but he rolls his fingers inside of me, and the sharp pain quickly morphs into a wicked pleasure, confusing my senses. His touch alleviated the pain, making it tolerable like some bullshit from Christian Grey’s Red Room.
I feel the blood roll over my side and soak into Knight’s mattress, and then the blade is there again, carving out the little letters, just as I knew he would.
Tears spill over, rolling down my cheeks as my traitorous body craves more, making me sick to my stomach.
He doesn’t stop working my cunt, pushing my body to its limits, bringing me right to the edge, only to pull back and do it again and again. Frustration burns through me, desperately needing the release, but the sharp sting of the blade keeps it at bay.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He carves one letter after another into my skin, and when the blade falls to the mattress, I cry out with relief, realizing he’s finished. Then as his fingers roll inside of me, I can’t help but look down, desperately trying to make out the little letters he’s marked me with.
Seeing his handiwork on my body, he becomes mesmerized, and I don’t miss the massive bulge in the front of his pants, but when my hips jolt again, it’s as though he’s pulled out of his own musings.
“Hmmm, hungry for more, kitten?”
I suck in a breath, absolutely repulsed by this man. Repulsed by my body’s response to his touch. He took Laith’s life and now his fingers are buried deep inside of me. I hate that he’s capable of making my body come alive like this, making me crave that touch, but never again.
There’s no coming back from this. Not after everything that happened.
“Answer me, kitten,” he rumbles.
His tone is sickening and as I remain at his complete mercy, I have no choice but to nod out of pure self-preservation. “Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He shifts over me, collecting his blade as apprehension booms through me, not knowing what to expect. His fingers pull out of me, and I hate the way my body misses his touch, but not a moment later, those fingers are replaced by the hilt of his blade, slowly pushing deeper inside of me.
I gasp, my eyes snapping up to his, not having expected this in a million years. He starts working me with it, circling the hilt inside of me as he works my clit with his thumb. My body trembles and within seconds, I come, my orgasm tearing through me with a fierce intensity.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the mattress, desperately thrashing against the ropes holding me down. “Fuck,” I cry out, my chest heaving, tears stinging my eyes.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong.
He doesn’t work me the same as Knight can, doesn’t allow me to ride it out, pulling the hilt of the blade out of my cunt and disregarding it on Knight’s bedroom floor. He pulls at the ropeson my ankles, freeing them, then he grips my body and violently flips me over. He takes my hips, dragging me down the bed until my bare ass is high in the sky, and my chest is hard against the mattress.
