“Okay!” Heat tingled up my legs as Dig Graves coasted his fingers down my thighs, yanking up the delicate silk of my dress until my legs were naked. Just one stroke of the pads of his fingers along my skin forced my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
His pelvis dug into my ass. The cold sharp edge of the knife rested just under my jugular promising a slice if I defied him. The smell of fresh blood and leather from the man who kept me hostage filled my lungs like spring breeze.
His thumb stroked up my leg.
I felt everything. A glorious everything.
“Princess.” His lips kissed my ear. “What do you have under here?”
“Hmm?” I frowned through closed eyes.
I was trying to enjoy this moment, and he was asking me metaphorical questions.
As his fingers roamed around my thigh, I responded through a slight arch, I lifted my ass to him, pushing into his pelvis, a natural instinct that I could not control.
A prick of a blade dug into my ass cheek.
Oh. It would be easy to grab.
From memory he had quite a few weapons on his belt. I was fast and had the ability to contort my arms the way I needed. He would not know this. After a brief distraction I could reach behind and grab a blade from his belt and angle it under his cock and there, we would be at an impasse.
His knife under my jugular. My knife under his cock.
We would argue at first to see who would cut, to see what was more important to the other. My life or his cock.
I would win.
He would let me go.
We’d stalk around each other.
I’d flee out the door, but not before locking him in.
I would shout and scream, drawing attention to his location and others would come running for an easy kill, keeping him busy with guests, while I went elsewhere.
I thrummed my fingers on the desk.
I should probably do this.
Probably now.
It was a perfect moment.
Easy. Very easy.
Yes, I would do this right now.
But… his fingers stroked higher up my thigh. I almost whimpered from their sweet caress. I wished I could see his sunglasses.
After feeling around my thigh his hand coasted across my pelvic bone. Blistering heat scorched between my legs, and I swear to all the old gods and new that a river was close to gushing out from me. His fingers wandered over my clit.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
His hand patted my next thigh.
