His eyes shift down to where I’m holding the blade, and I follow his gaze to watch our hands clutching it almost on my lap. “Not until I show you how to use it.”
“Oh my God, you’re so weird. I’m not going to stab you, even if you’ll enjoy it.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up the tiniest hint. “Funny, Angel.”
He lifts our bound hands and presses the tip of the blade to his neck a couple of inches below his solid jawline. Then he grabs my free hand and uses it to press my index finger into the groove of his neck muscles there. “Here, feel how soft it is. This is a great place to stab, especially with a shorter knife, all damage, no bone impact unless you hit the spine.”
He’s clutching me tightly, so tightly I’m afraid the point is going to cut into his skin any moment. “Understand?”
I nod, a little scared of the demonstration while a little turned on by his knowledge and confident execution. This is a man who can keep me safe, and my cavewoman brain loves it.
His hand comes off mine, clutching the knife, and curves around my low back. “Now lean forward, Angel, bring your hips to mine.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scoot forward, the steel making uncomfortable noises under my bare thighs and now bare ass since my skirt has ridden up.
I hike my legs up around his and lock my knees there. He brings my arms up around his neck like we are about to slow dance in high school. But when my hand with the knife curls around his neck, he guides the point of it right between his neck and his shoulder blade on the outside of his suit jacket. “There is another soft spot. The knife will sink right in, then leave it and run. They will spend time spinning around, trying to dislodge it while they bleed out very quickly.”
My throat feels tight with this sexy mouth so close to mine, talking about murdering a man of all things. “Any other tricks you need to show me?”
“Mmm…not with the knife.” His mouth takes mine in seconds, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling until I moan loud enough for him to hear. Then he kisses me again and trails his hand up to take the blade out of my grasp before I do some real damage in my lust-fueled haze.
I think he’s going to put the knife away now, but instead, he brings it to his throat and wraps my hand around it again. With a gasp, I break away from his lips and stare down at it. “No way, I could kill you.”
He leans into the blade and draws a very faint red line across his skin. I blink against the contrast and skip my gaze up to his eyes. They are bright and heavy lidded. It hits me that he’s trusting me right now. Trusting me with this thing he considers a vulnerability.
I don’t need to see anything else. While holding the knife in one hand, I open his pants and drop my hand inside to find him hard, pre-cum already leaking from his broad tip. If we were in bed, I’d take him in my mouth, but right now, I just want to help him take the edge off.
I work him fast and hard, watching his face and the knife at the same time for any more blood or any signs of pain. All I get is heavy panting, then he leans his forehead into mine as I work him harder, my arm holding the knife going tingly from the exertion.
“Harder, Angel, make it hurt.”
I groan aloud at his orders and dig my nails in a bit as I pump him hard in my hand. When he comes, it’s with a grunt and hot jets of cum that make my hands slick. The second he eases down enough and stops shaking against me, I drop the knife, letting it fall to the floor.
Now, all I need is him to ease my own razor-sharp need. And after that hot as fuck stunt, I want to cut him to shreds.
I reach for him, and with a bold stare and a line of blood on his collar, he drops to his knees and flips up my skirt.
His gaze promises pleasure, but it also promises pain. Between us, there are always both.
28
ADRIAN
The day of the summons arrives cold and clear. I couldn’t sleep and spent most of the night watching Valentina as she slept fitfully. If I could take the haunting from her eyes, I would in a heartbeat. If I could save her from this, I’d endure any trial.
Kai pacing in the hallway lets me know it’s time. I hoped to slip out before she noticed, but she grabs my hand tightly in hers when I shift to the edge of the bed. “You weren’t going to sneak out, were you?”
“Considered it,” I admit.
Tears coat her eyes and then slip down her pale cheeks, curls sticking to the wet trails. “Come here,” she whispers.
I crawl across the bed, shoes and all, to take her into my arms one last time.
When I told her the council wouldn’t try to take me out, I lied, and I lied well. They want nothing more than to wipe me off the face of the earth so they can take over my little piece of it. So I can’t challenge them as I have been since my father died.
She’s so soft and warm in my arms I don’t know if I can bring myself to let go. Her hands roam down my chest and latch onto my belt buckle.
“Angel…” But there’s no real fire in it. Not until she leans out to capture my lips in a kiss that threatens to melt my bones.
Her fingers turn frantic to open the belt, and my cock turns to iron as she delves her hand inside my boxer briefs and cups me tightly.
“One more time,” she says. “I need to feel you inside me right now. Please.”
She’s already working my pants down to my hips, and I trail my hand up her bare thigh to find her curls already soaked for me.
It takes seconds to roll her over, bring her ass to my cock, and slip inside her wet sheath. She sighs against my forearm cradling her head as if she’s been waiting to feel me for ages and not hours.
I clasp her hip and pull her hips in me while I surge forward. I’m already about to come between the frenzied need for her and the way her cunt clenches around me so sweetly.
When she whimpers, I trail my hand over her hip and delve my fingers in to find her clit. I skim it gently, and she trembles against me. “How does that feel, Angel?”
“Perfect.” There’s a tremor in her voice too, and I push away my own feelings to focus on her. I can give her this. One last time, I can make her feel good.
“Push back against me. I’m going to make you come so hard.”
She follows my orders, and I trace the curve of her thigh back to her hip and then her tight little ass. It takes some maneuvering to squeeze my hand between us, but the second I swirl my thumb around her hole, she gasps.
I gently feed my thumb into the little ring of muscle, and her hand shifts down to take over at her clit. “Come for me, Angel. Let me see you fall apart.”
She shivers again, and I watch her face as she squeezes her eyes closed and then shudders so hard her knees knock together.
“That’s it.” She’s so perfect. So fucking perfect. I pull my hand away from her ass, grab her hips and slam into her body a couple more times. That’s all it takes to follow her into my own orgasm.
After, I carefully ease away so I don’t mess up my suit and clean us both up. When I return, tears ghost across her eyes again. “Change your mind.”
I sigh and shake my head. “We already discussed this. I have to go.”
“Change your mind,” she repeats more firmly.