He sits down on top of me, and my gasp turns into a whimper when he takes out a long knife.
Pure menace swirls in his eyes while he uses the tip of the knife to force off the buttons on my dress, then cuts through my bra. I squeeze my eyes shut as he presses the point of the knife against my elbow, slowly dragging it down over my armpit, then circling my breast. It’s very odd, this soft tickle of a touch that burns my nerves, edged with the panic of knowing that at any moment, he could push the blade into my skin.
“Fuck!” I stammer. “Please, please, please, Logan…”
“Shhh, Lia,” he murmurs, pressing his finger to my lips. “Let me have some fun before I kill you.”
I look away from him, tears streaming down my face as he continues to stroke my upper body with the tip of his knife, dancing over my nipples, down to my belly button, around my lower stomach. Then back up to my neck, under my ears, through my hair…
He uses the blunt edge of the blade to wipe away my tears. They don’t seem to upset him now. If anything, I can feel him growing harder as he straddles me.
“I wonder where I should stab you,” he muses. “Here?” He suddenly presses the knife into the tender skin below my breast, and, true to his word, I scream. But in the next moment, I gasp in relief when I realize he only nipped at me. A tiny bubble of blood appears on the surface, and I stare down at it in confusion, myheart racing.
“How about here?” Another nip, this time to my stomach.
It takes a few more tiny pricks of the knife for me to stop freaking out every time he marks me. And yet, by the time he lays down the knife, I’m a sobbing mess.
“Shh,” he murmurs, drying my tears in a way that could almost trick me into thinking he cares. “I guess you don’t want me to kill you, do you, Lia? Hmm?”
I shake my head, incapable of saying anything.
“Or maybe you do,” he smirks, “because your pussy’s wet. Even when you think I’m going to kill you, you’re fucking wet for me, my little ghost. I can see your panties, and they’re soaked. Do you want me, Lia?”
Fuck. He’s right. His words would be terribly humiliating at any other time, but I’m so overwhelmed all I can do is lie still, shivering all over.
“I said,” he growls in my ear, all his cruel humor gone, “do you want me, Lia?”
My mind is reeling so hard from what he’s doing to me that I only manage to understand the meaning of his words after he’s repeated them a third time.
“Yes, Logan… yes…” I whimper.
He grabs my panties and starts pulling them off. Then he pauses. “This isn’t going to change a thing, Lia. Don’t think you can whore yourself out to me to save yourself. I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t actually want me to.”
By now, my pussy is swollen with need. I can’t understand it. All I know is that I desperately want him.
He sees me squirm beneath him, and a small smile breaks out on his face. But when he looks up at me, his expression is sober as he murmurs, “Sayredif you want me to stop.”
Then he grabs the knife.
“L-l-logan!” I gasp as he wipes the blade on my barestomach. “Please… what are you going to do with that?”
“Is itred?” he questions teasingly, softly dragging the knife down to my pussy.
“I… uhm…” I blink fast. “N-no, notred…”
Did I just give him the green light to kill me?
All I can do is stare in horror as he slowly brings the knife between my legs. The sharp tip grazes my folds, and I keep perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. Then he flips it around, and before I can say a word, he squeezes the blade between his fingers, and pushes the handle up my soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck!”
It feelssofucking good to be filled like this. Even better when he starts to drive it in and out, each thrust touching some deep part of me that has me clenching around it, pure pleasure frying my nerve endings.
But out of the corner of my eye, I see blood dripping from his hand.
Every moment of pleasure he gives mehurtshim.
“Logan,” I blurt out. “Logan, please… please don’t hurt yourself!”
