Though, I’m not into those kinds of trophies. Too much risk of getting caught. Much better to stick to my pictures. The ones that tell the story of how long I’ve been hunting her. How long I’ve been waiting for her.
Jade says nothing, her lips pressing into a thin line. Anger flashes in her eyes. Her nails press into her palms, though not hard enough to draw blood. Shame.
Her hands are already covered in other people’s blood. It should be time for them to be covered in her own.
I hum, stalking toward her with the dagger in hand. “After all the time you’ve spent sending me those pictures and messages, you don’t want to know?”
There’s a small gasp as I slide the blade along her leg, through the jeans hugging her toned legs.
The slit opens, revealing her tanned skin.
I draw the blade along her skin, drawing a small amount of blood. Not enough for it to bleed too much. Just a thin river along her leg.
Jade winces, gritting her teeth together, though she doesn’t say anything.
“This is a lot more fun for me if you scream.” I repeat the process to the other leg. “I could carve my name into you.”
“I’m not your fucking property.”
I chuckle and slide the dagger under her shirt, running the flat of the blade along her skin.
A shiver runs through her, and for a moment, there’s a flash of interest in her eyes.
She likes this.
She likes the teasing and the taunting. The risk of the knife slipping a little too deep.
I always suspected my minx was a bit of a sex freak, but now, seeing her like this, I’m going to have my fun with her for as long as I can.
We have our days together counted, but I’m not sure I can let her go. I don’t want to kill her, either. I have no idea what I’ll do when our time is up, but I do know that I intend to enjoy every second we have together.
And I could always keep her. She’d be safe with me. Safer than she is with her family.
“You really are a little slut, aren’t you, love?” I remove the blade from beneath her shirt, putting it back on the counter. “You used to love sending me pictures. I think I’ve seen just about all the lingerie you own.”
“Get bent.”
“I’d like to bendyouover. Your pussy is probably dripping just thinking about it.” I trace my fingers up her inner thigh, not quite reaching the apex. “Remember all those pictures you used to send me? Your pussy was soaked. You were telling me all the things you wanted to do with me.”
“Yeah, well, clearly that was a fucking mistake.” She squirms against the binds again, trying to get herself free.
I skim my fingers along her other thigh. “Love, you need to stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself. I’m going to be the only one making you sore, so if you can’t stop fighting, we’re going to have a problem.”
“You’re a sick fuck. My family is going to tear you limb from limb to find me.”
I roll my eyes. “Your family isn’t going to do anything to me. They’re not even going to be able to find you.”
“That’s what you think.”
I trail my fingers up her body, fingers running beneath the curves of her breasts and up the valley. “Do you remember that video you sent me where you were riding your fingers?”
“That wasn’t even me!”
I scoff and pull up the hem of her shirt, showing off the heart tattoo on the front of her hip. “That tattoo was in the video, Jade. I’m not an idiot, and this is going to be a lot better for both of us if you stop treating me like one.”
She squirms away from me, but I don’t miss the way her thighs press closer together.
“And then there’s that brain of yours.” I trail my fingers beneath the curve of her breast.
