My eyes drop to the knife. “Where the fuck do you get your blades? Knife’R’Us?”
She glares and waves the knife right in front of my mask. “Are you seriously making jokes right now?”
She waves it again, but I don’t so much as blink.
“I could kill you. It’d be self-defense,” she says.
“Then do it.” I take a step closer. “Cut me. Kill me.”
She backs up until her knees hit the mattress, a small gasp slipping past her lips and feeding something dark inside me.
“I could do both,” her gaze dropping to my leg where the blood has dried in a crusted stain. “You bleed pretty.”
Fuck me, I think I’d let her carve her name into my skin just to hear her say it again.
“You enjoy hurting me?” My hand shoots out, catching her wrist before she can twitch away. She tries to pull back, but I just grip tighter. Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide.
“You want to hurt me, don’t you? Cut me open and see what’s inside. I’ll let you.” I whisper it against her cheek, close enough for my breath to stir her hair.
“I already know what’s under there.” Her voice is a soft blade, heat curling in every syllable. “You watched, you didn’t turn me into the police, you are just like me, aren’t you?”
My thumb strokes the inside of her wrist, slowly, she’s still holding the knife, but the tension between us doesn’t feel like a threat.
“This is foreplay now?” she breathes.
“Do you want it to be?”
My body’s not asking permission, it’s already decided. Every nerve feels wired to her, my cock throbs, and I haven’t even taken her down yet. She put a knife through my thigh and now I want her, I want her body. Her moans.
I press my thumb to her bottom lip, drag it slowly until her eyes flutter. I press on her wrist harder, and she whimpers with the pain and finally lets the knife fall.
“I should kill you,” she whispers against my lips.
“You’ve got time.” I lift the hem of her shirt and find the lace between her thighs. I trace her hip with my knuckles, slow enough to make her shiver.
“You smell sweet,” I murmur, my mask rubbing her neck. “Coconut.”
Her breath hitches.
“Bet your cunt tastes even sweeter.”
Her breath catches, shallow and quick.
I don’t move. I stay right there, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her like it wants to burn through my skin, like her body’sdaring meto lose control.
My mouth dips low, the mask brushing the edge of her ear as I murmur, slow and sharp, “Fuck…”
She exhales like I punched the breath out of her, hips tilting forward, her thigh grazing mine in a way that’snotinnocent or accidental, her body betraying her, moving for me before she even seems to realize it herself.
I lower my head, letting my hands slide down until they wrap around her thighs, tight and possessive. My fingers digging deep into that soft flesh I’ve already claimed in my head a hundred fucking times.
I pull her in. Closer. Harder. Right where I want her.
“You gonna stab me again, hellcat?” I murmur, the words vibrating against her skin.
Her laugh comes out breathless, tight. “Depends… if you keep showing up uninvited.”
I chuckle and the sound makes her shiver. “You love it. You want it.”
