Page 72 of Betraying Family Vows
"Don't move," he growls, pulling the blade away.
I feel a coolness that makes me slightly shake as he slides the knife up and down my back in a slow, deliberate stroke. I shiveras it traces along my neck, then down again, lingering at the curve of my ass. He steps closer, grinding against me, making me feel how hard he is.
"You want to know why I don't trust you yet?" he says. "Because you still think you can hide from me. That you don't belong to me."
"I don't think that."
"No?" he asks as the knife drags across my skin.
"Then prove it."
I widen my stance while sliding down the wall and arching my back. "Like this?"
"Fuck, look at you," Dimitri says, voice dark. "So wet you're dripping down your thighs."
His hand withdraws, leaving me aching. I hear the scrape of his zipper, the rough sound of denim as I see his jeans hit the floor.
"You want me to fuck you like this?" he growls, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "With my knife on you?"
The blade slides up and down my back, its sharpness leaving a trail of fire.
"Yes," I say. "I want you to take me. Show me what it's like to be fucked and terrified at the same time."
"You don't get to forget who you belong to anymore," he says, and then pushes inside me in one deep, relentless stroke.
My head lifts up as my eyes roll back. I scream his name. He's thick and hard, filling me until I can't think, can't breathe. Myfingers curl against the wall, searching for something to anchor me.
"Fuck," he says, one hand tightening on my hip. "You feel, goddamn, you feel perfect, Athena."
The blade bites into my skin, the cold contrasting the molten heat building inside me. He holds it in place as he starts to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. My body jerks and a moan escapes my lips with each thrust.
"I love this," he says, voice dark. "My knife on you. My cock inside you."
I want to tell him I love it too, but I can't find the words. All I can do is feel.
He leans over me, chest to my back, and whispers in my ear. "You're a good girl, Alepoudítsa. You just need me fucking you to remind you of that."
He pulls back and slams into me harder. My vision goes white at the edges. He pulls the blade down lower, tracing the curve of my ass. I jerk at the contact.
"Fuck," he rasps in between thrusts. "You're taking me so deep, baby," he says as he grinds into me, my feet almost lifting off the ground.
The rhythm picks up, harder, deeper, every thrust punching a helpless moan out of me. I'm dizzy, lost in the movement of his cock, the threat of the knife, the brutal certainty that no one has ever touched me like this.
His free hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back, reminding me who has all the power.
"Mine," he says, voice breaking. "Say you're mine."
"I'm, fuck, I'm yours," I choke out.
"Again."
"I'm yours!"
"Good fucking girl."
His hand leaves my hair to rub fast circles over my clit. The sudden pleasure crashes into me like a wave. The blade on me, him inside me, my clit, it's the perfect recipe for an erotic explosion.
Fire rips across my skin. Electricity pulses through me. His steady in and out motion makes my thighs shake, makes my body tighten around his shaft.
