“Wrong answer.”
With a sudden movement, he’s behind me, his breath ghosting over my skin, the knife pressing gently against my throat and eliciting a small gasp from me.
“What are you doing?”
“I swear to you, I’ll kill that man.”
“Adam, you’re scaring me,” I pant.
God, I’m scared and aroused at once. He never touches me, yet his presence alone numbs my head and makes my thighs tighten.
“I’ll kill him for daring to think he can have what’s mine,” he whispers cruelly in my ear, making me shudder.
“Stop. You sound …”
“Like a killer? I am.”
His torso presses softly against my back like he owns the space—like he ownsme. His hardness settles between my cheeks through the thin silk fabric of my dress, teasing and tempting me. I arch closer, my breath hitching, shameless in the way I lean into him.
“Do you trust me while I hold this against you?” he growls in my ear, trailing the knife lower on my belly. The feeling of the blade makes my heart rate accelerate, but I nod. “Perfect.”
Without laying a hand on me, he lifts my dress just high enough, eyes locked on mine as the blade slides under the thin lace. One sharp slice that causes a soft gasp from me and my thong hits the floor. He watches me through the mirror, eyes slow and hungry, then smirks like he already knows exactly what he wants to do to everything underneath.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to touch you when all I can think about is your moans,” he growls, forcing my legs to part with his knife. “Your shudders. You gasping my name from pleasure.” The flat of the knife glides over my already soaked pussy. “I want to see this again.”
Shame sears through me, but the arousal is far stronger. His free hand grips my jaw, pulling my head back until it rests against him. The cold blade presses against my clit as he drags it back and forth. He knows exactly what it’s doing to me. A broken gasp rips out of me, my legs shaking, the pressure winding tighter with every stroke.
“Yes,” he hisses, unable to tear his eyes from the knife grinding against me. “Show me again. Show me how good you look when you fall apart for me.”
Fuck, it’s already too much, but I can’t stop. My hips move on the blade, chasing more like a needy slut, shame be damned. I’m soaked, throbbing, and it still isn’t enough. I feel obscene—hell, Ilookobscene—and still, it’s not enough.
His grasp tightens around my throat. “Yes. Show me how filthy you really are. How twisted that pretty little mind gets when you’re this desperate.”
God, I can barely think.
“Adam, I?—”
“Right here,” he says, pressing the blade a little harder on my dripping pussy, making me twitch. “I want to see it. I want to see you lose control for me,” he hisses, possessive and hungry, and Idolose control. My hips jerk before I can stop them.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growls, breath hot at my ear. “So fucking wet for something you’ve never even had.”
The blade presses harder on my pussy, and I whimper, too needy to hide it. “Rub against it,” he snarls. “I want to feel how desperate this pussy is for my cock.”
My breath’s a mess, ragged and uneven, but I can’t look away.
His eyes are locked on mine in the mirror, dark and hungry, like he’s already inside me. I watch his hand move, the blade pressing lower against my pussy, and I can see how wet I am. Fuck, I’m soaked.
I should be ashamed. Hell, I should be terrified. But all I can think is how much I want more.
My chest is rising too fast, my thighs already shaking. I can see everything. The way I’m spread open for him, the slick between my legs, the look on my face like I’m already fucked.
And he’s barely even touching me.
I want him to touch me.
I need him now.
“Please …” I whisper, breathless and humiliated. “Touch me. I—I need it.”
