He moves to the other breast, licking, sucking, and lightly biting the nipple until if feels like I’m going to detonate. But I try to remain still, because that blade is way too close.
Slowly, he penetrates me with the weapon. I jerk against him before realizing it’s the shaft of the knife and not the blade. The metal is cold and hard inside me, and I open my mouth to protest when he flicks my clit with his callused thumb.
I tremble and lean against him. What is he doing?
He releases my breast with a loud pop and leans back, satisfied sliver streaks taking dominance in his eyes.
Somebody pounds on the door and I jerk, heat slashing into my face.
“Go the fuck away,” he growls.
We could get caught any moment. My excitement heightens at the thought, and I move against the knife. His eyes flare and he pulls out the shaft, shoving it back in, slowly fucking me with the metal. “Stop,” I whisper as I gyrate against it.
“You sure?” He speeds up and sparks flash behind my eyes.
I make a sound between a whimper and a moan that will haunt me later. He presses on my clit and wires uncoil inside me. I stiffen. And he slows down and then drives it much farther in. How close is the blade? The tip scrapes my thigh and I gasp. Will he really cut me?
“Don’t.” I’m so close to the edge, needing relief. God, this is too much.
“I’ll do what I want to you,” he whispers, pulling it out and fucking me with it. “You like it, and you know it.”
I don’t have an answer. The emptiness inside me is a vast and aching pain. One I don’t understand. My brain fuzzes and my body screams for relief, even though I’m on the edge of being cut. Of being hurt.
He jerks my head to the side with his fingers caught in my hair, and pain crashes along my scalp. He leans in, his eyes nearly black, his nostrils flared. “Are you done fucking around with me?”
I can’t move but try to nod, feeling like a trapped animal. An aroused one.
“Who is the only man who’ll ever take this body?”
The words don’t penetrate my overwhelmed brain.
He bites my lip and then licks the wound with his tongue. My pussy feels it as if he’s in two places at once. “I own you. Say it.”
My thighs tremble against his hips. He twists the knife handle. “You do,” I say in a panicked rush, not caring that I’m lying my ass off. “You own me.” Except, exactly who am I lying to? No other man will ever make me feel like this.
The look that comes over his face will terrify me later. For now, I can only stare. His eyes darken even more and his chin lowers, a dark flush highlighting his cut cheekbones and making that scar more prominent. “That’s right. Don’t you ever forget it.” He shoves the knife in his pocket and yanks open the snap of his slacks before ripping down his zipper. He tightens his hold on me and then drives inside me with enough force that my shoulders bang against the wall.
Then he’s moving.
Pain shocks through me followed by an excruciating pleasure that has me wrapping my legs around his hips and scratching my nails down his torso. Frantic, I tear open his buttons to claw his chest, leaving my marks on his taut skin.
He fucks me hard without a hint of the gentleness he showed my first time.
I throw back my head, feeling the gates start to open. Mini bombs detonate inside me, shooting out, and fire cascades as the orgasm takes me with a violence I wouldn’t have thought possible. I cry out, and his mouth overwhelms mine, sucking all sound into his body. His powerful shoulders jerk several times with his own release.
Then everything stills. The entire world. We remain locked together, both panting, our heartbeats thumping hard against each other.
He looms over me, his gaze dark. “This was me being gentle with you, beautiful. Don’t piss me off again.”
I blink, still unable to capture an entire thought.
He steps back and allows my legs to slide to the floor.
A chill skates through me and I shiver, feeling vulnerable and alone.
One of his knuckles lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re the fucking reason for everything in my entire universe. I’ll worship you until I die, and most probably after that as well.”
I swallow. “That wasn’t worship,” I croak out, my throat bone dry.
His smile is an intriguing flash of teeth. “No. That was a lesson. But don’t for a second think I wasn’t worshiping you the entire time.”
There’s no question I’m way out of my element. Even so, my body feels satiated and well used. With a side of aching pain. I frown.
He rubs between my eyes before slipping out of his jacket and settling it around my shoulders.
I balk. “I’m not leaving with you.”
He plants his hand over my left breast, above my heart. “Don’t think I’m not considering it. But your people have three teams on you and the Sokolovs have three inside. Outside, additional teams roam the block and four snipers are perched high above the street. The only reason—and I mean the only reason—I’m not shooting my way out with you over my shoulder is that I won’t risk your life. Plus, we’ve come to an understanding now, haven’t we?”
I nod because there’s really nothing else I can do.
“Good girl.” He kisses me again and then looks at me, his eyes hard. “Post about me again, and I’m going to spank your bare pussy to orgasm and make you beg for it first.”
My legs freeze. “Um, no. Not my thing.” Seriously.
“We’ll see. So long as you understand me. Enjoy your freedom while you have it.” Turning, he unlocks the door and walks out, disappearing into the crowd.
I scramble to pick up my dress and panties, fastening the button of his jacket, which reaches to my thighs. Shame heats my cheeks until my face hurts.