I hummed, not exactly the eager participation I was hoping for. "Was a hanger really the best you could do to defend yourself against me?" I asked, not pressing any further. Giving her time to adjust to her new reality.
That I was in control, and she couldn't do anything to change that.
"You should be more prepared..."
"I don't usually have psychos hiding in my closet," she complained breathily with a wriggle.
I chuckled, free hand turning her head to the side. I shifted over her to meet her eye, removing the knife from her throat to dangle it in her vision. "You're going to need one of these, Eva."
"I wouldn't even know how to use it," she whispered, licking her lips nervously.
"Shame," I crooned softly, "Guess you'll just have to be my personal pincushion then..." I slid the flat of the blade down Eva's side until I reached the band of her little thong.
"Cameo!" she said, in what I was surely supposed to be admonishment, but was deeply undercut by her whimpered moan as I used the tip of the blade to pull the fabric away from her skin.
"Light?" I asked patiently.
"Yellow," Eva whispered, her blue eyes full of anticipation.
"How about I make you a deal, cumslut? I'll teach you the right way to use the knife, but I'm going to show you the fun way first."
Her teeth sunk into the flesh of her lip. "And if I say no?"
I clicked my tongue, letting go of her jaw to reach into my back pocket to pull out the last page of the contract that she'd signed the week before, dropping it onto the mattress in front of her eyes.
"Cam—"
I smoothed the page, tapping her signature with a tattooed finger. "This is your signature, is it not?"
"I-It is—but—" she said quickly, swallowing.
"Knife play was on your list of interests. I'm offering you a chance to explore it."
I thought about fighting back,about telling Cameo to fuck off and leave my apartment.
But, free use had been one of the major stipulations in the contract.
And... I wanted it.
My skin felt so hot under the weight of the alpha’s body that I thought I was going to combust, the cool metal of the blade tucked against my side the only thing stopping me from grinding back against him again.
"Green."
“Who are you getting so dressed up for?” Cameo asked, almost conversationally as he pulled the knife away.
I'd almost forgotten about my date entirely with the way my heart was hammering. “I’m going out with Marcus.”
“Aw, how sweet.”
Though the mask was a huge turn on, it had its disadvantages. Cameo was hard to read at the best of times, and without his expression to help me along—I had absolutelynoidea what Cameo was thinking. He could be the most miserable man to have walked the earth or having the time of his life, and other than the press of his rigid length against my ass, I would have no way of knowing.
But… This was Cameo. A furious boner wasn't hard to picture.
I knew that the alpha wouldn’t do anything to actually hurt me, not if he was hoping that I'd be carrying his child soon. But the mask, the all black—which I guess wasn’t any real deviation from the norm—and the knife made him feel so... dangerous.
Like a real home intruder.
The thought made me so wet, I could hardly stand it.
