Page 23 of Scarlet Mark
“Killian,” I whispered, uncertain of his intentions. This was different from the club, where I maintained control, or at least the pretense of it.
But this…
Killian owned every second, every breath. I had no choice here, no ability to deny or consent to anything he wanted to do.
I was quite literally his to play with as he saw fit.
And for some dark, fucked-up reason, that left me craving more.
Iwantedhim to take away my choice, to give me a moment of peace without thought, to steal me from this hellish reality and give me somethingreal.
It unnerved me, accelerated my breath, caused my heart to speed up, and forced my lips to part.
Every male of my past had been one of someone else’s choosing. Never mine. And for the first time in my life, I found myself actually desiring one. Albeit, the wrong one, but I wanted him all the same.
His lips curled at the sides, his thigh shifting away from mine. He balanced on his side, his grip around my throat tightening, his gaze holding mine. “Have you ever taken a life, Amara?”
I swallowed, his palm constricting the movement. “Yes.”
He tilted his head to the side, the blade sliding beneath the lace along my shaved mound. “Yet you hesitated.”
“Yes,” I repeated.
“Why?”
I didn’t want to answer that, so I merely stared back at him.
Which caused him to grin in response. “I do love the fire in you.” The metal skimmed my sensitive skin, dipping between my thighs.
My limbs locked, my breath freezing in my lungs.
“Try not to move,” he murmured. “I would hate to harm such a pretty cunt.” The tip of the blade met my clit, causing my hands to fist, my heart to race. Not in fear, but in excitement.
Men had done a lot of things to me over the years, but this… this was new.
He held my gaze, his pupils expanding as he slipped the dagger deeper, parting my slick folds in the most lethal of ways.
I shouldn’t like this.
This is wrong.
Yet the inability to move, to push against the blade for friction, nearly killed me. And his smile said he knew it.
“Beautiful, Amara,” he whispered, the steel gliding through my arousal.
I whimpered as the sensation disappeared, craving more even though I shouldn’t. This dominant man had a hold on me I couldn’t explain. He provided a mental escape that I needed, one that left me helpless and wanting beneath him.
And also shaking with an uncontrollable need.
“Part those pretty lips for me,” he coaxed, pressing the sharp tip to the edge of my mouth as he shifted his hold to the side of my neck.
My eyes widened even as I complied, my pulse thundering in my ears.What is he going to do? Was this all a way to toy with me before death? To leave me wanting in the worst possible way before taking my life?
“Stay very still.” The words were so low, the timbre of his voice stroking me in all the right places.
Warm, damp steel slid across my lips, a familiar musky essence coating my mouth.
Oh, fuck…
