I should shove myself back.
Walk out.
Lock the door.
Forget what her voice sounds like when she’s pleading.
Instead, I drag her shorts off.Tow the blade, safe, controlled, from the inside of her knee… to the tender skin just beside her pussy.The steel carrying the heat from my hand now, warm and cold all at once against her trembling flesh.
She jerks.Not away.Into it.
Fucking hell.
“You want to know what I’ll do to you?”I murmur against her ear.
She whimpers.
“Make you hold still while I trace every inch of you,” I say, sliding the steel between her folds, leaving goosebumps like a trail of worship.“Not to hurt you.To claim you.”
Her breath shatters.
Her hips roll.
My hand snaps to her lower belly, pinning her down.
“Don’t move,” I snarl.
Her thighs tremble.“Royal…”
“You move again,” I growl.“And I’ll use the sharp side.”
She freezes.Shaking.Aroused beyond reason.I run the blade, slow, reverent, back and forth.
“You have no idea how hard I am right now,” I say into her throat.“No idea what I’m holding back.”
She swallows.“Then don’t hold back.”
Christ.
She doesn’t understand what she’s inviting.
“I’ll fuck you,” I say.“Not your body.Your mind.You’d think about this every time you closed your eyes.”
“Good,” she whispers.
My vision tilts.My control snaps like a bone.I press the cold flat of the blade to her clit.
She gasps, arching.
I hold her down, her breath turning into a broken moan.
“Royal…”
“Say you’re mine,” I demand.
“No.”
“Say it,” I growl, pressing the steel firmer, circling slow enough to torture her.
