Page 50 of Twisted Alliance

Slowly, his mouth twisted as he watched her in a dark challenge. “Strip,” he ordered.

Blind panic erupted inside while she froze and stared at him like a statue. She wanted to run away, but she realized her legs were spread, and he stood in between them, trapping her on the desk.

“I’m waiting,” he said.

She stared at him. Despite the dark anger and challenge, she sensed something else—he desired her. She recalled how she had felt his hard maleness against her when he held her pinned in bed and when he kissed her. Even now, while his body kept her trapped against the desk, she could feel his unmistakable hard arousal.

She once again reminded herself she was to use seduction as leverage to make him trust her.

Sucking in a deep, shuddering breath, she reached her trembling hands behind her to untie the knots on her dress. She wasn’t able to untie them since her fingers shook badly.

He watched her. “Want my help?” he asked, a dark edge to his voice.

She bit her lip and slowly nodded.

There was flash in his eyes. She held her breath, waiting to feel his heated fingers on her back. But cool air hit her when he stepped away. She blinked, feeling confused.

She watched him as he went behind his office desk and opened a drawer before taking out something. Just when she wondered what it was, it glinted in his hands.

She gasped in shock. It was a knife.

His mouth slowly twisted, seeing the shocked, terrified look on her face as he came towards her with a knife.

Her stomach trembled. “W-what are you doing?” she whispered.

He didn’t reply. He got the knife closer.

“A wedding gift,” he said, his voice darkly casual. “Must be someone from the Gujjars presented it.”

She didn’t dare to look at the knife closely as she was too terrified. She kept her eyes on him.

She gasped when he reached behind her. Her eyes closed, bracing herself for pain when she felt the cold metal against her skin at her back.

There wasn’t any pain. She felt slight pressure on her skin as the ties of her dress were cut.

Cool air fell on her chest when her dress slipped down to her waist. Shocked, she opened her eyes. She realized, she was half naked and in front of a man.

Her face burned as his eyes swept over her body. When his eyes met with hers, they blazed darkly. She let out a gasp when he held up the knife and brought it towards her.

Her body jerked when the smooth jade-colored handle slid over her skin on top of her breasts. Goose bumps peppered her skin.

“Do you still want to be my wife?” he asked darkly.

She was terrified, and wanted to sob out a no and escape him. But something held her back.

She sensed an angry edge behind the darkness of his eyes. Somehow, she knew he was deliberately trying to scare her away.

“Y-yes,” she whispered. “I-I want to be your wife.”

His eyes flashed darkly before he began to move the smooth handle of the knife.

The tips of her breasts hardened as the knife circled around her breast. Her chest heaved seeing his dark hunger on his face while he watched her body. Her stomach trembled when he moved the handle to another breast and circled the pebbled tip.

Her breasts tuned heavy and ached with a strange pleasurable pain.

A soft moan escaped her.

Suddenly, the cool handle of the knife disappeared from her skin.

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