Page 18 of Merciless Desires

“I’ll scream.”

“If you do, I’ll gag you, and you might not like how I go about doing that.” I gazed at her body. “Then again, maybe you will.”

She tensed when I trailed the blade to her shoulder and slid it under the spaghetti strap of her dress. With one swift flick of my wrist, I sliced the thin material. When she gasped, I knew I had her attention.

She swallowed hard enough for me to see the muscles in her neck move when I carefully drew the tip of the knife across her vulnerable throat and to the other strap.

“Don’t.” She pleaded with her wide eyes. “You’ve made your point.”

“I’m far from done.” I lifted her onto the desk and spread her legs apart. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Chapter Six

Cinzia

The determination in Gio’s gaze as he ran that blade across my neck and to the strap of the dress should have sent me running in the opposite direction, but it didn’t. The chill that prickled along my skin wasn’t fear when his knife cut the second strap and caused the dress to reveal my chest to him. An energy pulsed through me, an awareness that had longed to break free. One that I could only find with him.

Arousal.

I arched my back when he ran the tip of the knife between my breasts. My nipples hardened in response. Why was I responding this way? I shouldn’t have liked this, but it was Gio. I would do anything to please him.

“You like this?” He traced the blade along my breast and around my nipple. “You’re full of surprises.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” That wasn’t entirely true. I trusted him, but one wrong move on either of our parts and I would regret it.

“Good.” He circled the tip of the knife around my nipple, being careful not to apply any pressure. “I need you to trust that I have your best interests at heart. When I tell you to do something, or not to do it, I have my reasons.”

“What if I don’t like your reasons?”

“Do you like when I touch you?” He continued to torture my sensitive bud with the knife as he reached under my dress and swiped his fingers across my panties. “Are you wet?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I wanted to appear bold and confident, but my heart pounded so fast I was afraid he could hear it.

I had very little experience in the sex department, but I had thought about an intimate moment between Gio and myself for as long as I could remember. My first, and probably only, sexual thoughts were of him. I had imagined more times than I could count what it would be like to be with him.

“You’re awfully brave.” He skimmed his fingers under the elastic that rested on my inner thigh and swiped them along my bare mound. “Smooth.” He smirked. “I like that.”

“I had a feeling you might.” I inched closer to him, gazing between my legs and then back into his eyes. I had read enough of those cheeky articles on how to please a man to know what they might like. “Touch me.”

When he pushed his fingers inside me, I clenched around him and scooted back on the desk, not prepared for the intrusion. He stopped for a moment, looking into my eyes.

I darted my gaze away from his, embarrassed that I had shown my inexperience.

“How about we start with one finger?” He slowly slipped his finger inside me, moving it in and out. “We’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth. “We shouldn’t be indulging in one another.”

“Says the man who is holding a knife against my chest.”

He set the knife on the desk without stopping his motion between my legs. I exhaled and closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm his finger created inside me. In and out, swirling, going deeper. Over and over until the longing I had for him turned into a ticking time bomb. The sensation climbed until I was about ready to explode.

When his mouth ghosted mine, my eyes fluttered and my lips trembled. We were barely touching, but his breath swept along my lips. I yanked against his tie that secured my wrists, but I couldn’t break free. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and force his lips to mine, but I was his prisoner. Not only in this situation but for as long as he was responsible for me, I would be at his mercy.

Before that realization had a chance to settle in, Gio pressed his lips to mine, giving me the one thing I had dreamed about since I was an awkward teenager. He kissed me, setting off a violent shudder that ripped through my body and combusted inside me.

I clenched around his finger as he forced his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me without hesitation or rules. He withdrew his finger from between my legs, rubbing the arousal on my inner thigh as I tried to catch my erratic breath.

“Is that what you wanted?” He ran his tongue along my lips. “Will you stop acting out now?”

I stared into his intense gaze, matching his fierceness, as I said, “Not on your life.”

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