An excited glint shows in his eyes. He holds the knife in his hands as I watch him. He scans my face, lowering on my body as he bites the inside of his cheek. Staring at him, I see something switch in his eyes. It’s like he can taste the kill already.
Without warning, he moves swiftly and stands up, wrapping an arm around my neck and holding the blade of the knife to my throat. My breath catches as I feel the cold metal press against my skin.
“It’s easy, you know,” Travis whispers in my ear. A chill runs through my body, and I’m not so sure it’s a bad thing. My heartbeat quickens, and I bite my lower lip as I strain my eyes to look at him. “I could kill you right now. All I have to do is swipe this knife along your pretty little throat, severing your carotid artery. You would die within a matter of minutes. I know how to clean up blood too.”
His voice is cold, and despite everything telling me I should be afraid of this, I’m not. I shiver as warmth rushes through me, flooding between my legs. I stare at him, savoring how this makes my entire body tingle.
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” I say, knowing it’s going to get a rise out of him. And that’s exactly what I want.
He moves around me and presses the knife harder against me. He kneels in front of me as he stares me in the eyes. “I don’t know if that’s true.”
Before I can say anything, he gets up and pulls me to my feet, slamming the knife down on his desk. His hands are around my waist as he pushes off my pajama bottoms.Fuck. Yes.
My hands immediately find the buckle of his jeans, and I undo them, shoving them aside. I feel frenzied as he pushes me back on the desk and spreads my legs wide. His fingers trace my slit as he feels just how wet I already am for him.
Travis is as hard as a rock, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s entirely from holding the blade to my throat. “I knew you were into knife play,” I tease.
He doesn’t say anything as he shoves himself into me. I arch my back on the desk and cry out from the pleasure shooting through my body. My breath quickens, and it takes me a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside me again. It’s incredible, and I almost wish he would never leave this spot.
His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes, forcing me to stare up at him as my body starts to tremble.
“I could snap your neck,” he says in a cold, murderous voice as he pumps himself inside me. I see the truth in his eyes, and I trust that he won’t, but the desire is still there.
His words echo in my mind, telling me he was in Ryan’s cabin to kill me. Something changed, and I know he’s not going to hurt me now. That doesn’t take away the little bit of fear I feel as his hand squeezes my neck harder.
Something about that danger excites me. I’m dancing on the cusp of death every single day with him, and I’m beating it. It’s intoxicating.
My heart rate quickens as I struggle to breathe under his grasp. Every sensation in my body is heightened as he grips my thigh with his other hand and his cock fills me entirely.
I moan, the sound coming out ragged. He seems to notice this, and the devilish look in his eyes only grows. “Do you want me to stop? To let you go?”
His grip tightens while he waits for my answer. Instinctually, I nod. Though I don’t know if that’s what I really want. I’m starting to feel the rush of adrenaline swimming through my head as every nerve in my body is on high alert. It feels like heaven.
Travis smirks at me and shakes his head, looking down at my body before him. I grab hold of his arm, attempting to push it off me. Maybe Travis likes having a bit of a fight, so I’ll give him one. My grip is weak, which I sense is even more of a turn-on for him as he holds his arm steady.
“I’ll let go of you when I’m good and ready,” he says as he pumps into me harder and harder.
I can’t take it much longer, and within moments, my entire body is spasming on his desk. My legs spread wider, and he pushes them even farther apart with the hand that was on my thigh a minute ago. He relaxes his grip on my throat only slightly before tightening it again. Ecstasy rushes through my veins as my head spins from the choking. I try to moan and whimper, but every noise I make is stifled.
Travis sees this and loses control completely. He doesn’t hold back as he comes and fills me with every drop. As he thrusts inside me, he pounds his hips against me. The desk rattles and shakes below us, and I’m afraid it’s going to break.
When the pleasure fades, he releases me from his grip, and I fall back on the desk, pushing papers and utensils aside inadvertently. I gasp for breath, and my chest heaves as I will myself to recover. Travis sits down in his desk chair, his pants pulled back up and buttoned.
Eventually I sit up and look at him. “I want to go with you when you kill him.”
He nods and gestures for me to get off his desk so he can put everything back together.
He spends the rest of the day stalking Eli on his computer. I watch from time to time, but I have my own work to do for my channel.
When bedtime rolls around, I climb into bed and hold my wrist out for him to zip-tie, but he doesn’t. I smile at him, knowing this means that he trusts me. At least more than he did previously. Finally, we’re making progress.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Travis
Over the next few days, I gradually make room for Sage in my life. I’ve come to the realization that no matter how hard I try to scare her away, she won’t leave. Not even my body count fazed her too much, and if I can’t get rid of her, I have to keep her close. Maintaining my former schedule would be impossible with her constantly hanging around, so I had to makeadjustments. I cringe at the word.
As painful as it is to admit, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Sage is more energetic than I am, and she talks almost nonstop, but I’ve learned to tune her out most of the time. Her voice is like white noise to me now. Plus, she is very interested in the planning process for everything I’m going to do to Eli.
