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This is ridiculous. He shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be thinking about how hard he can fuck me. Yet no matter how much I want to stop, I can’t. I keep the blade where it is, his eyes flicking between my lips and my eyes.
“I’m here to finish you. Now spread those legs wider for me and give me that pretty cunt to play with.”
My heart rate picks up. “You think I’m that easy?” I raise my brow, looking down at the knife still on his throat.
“For me? I know so. I’m done playing games with you, detective.”
“What if I’m n—”
He silences me by leaning forward and crashing his soft lips over mine. His fingers run through my hair and he pulls at it, arching my neck.
“Let go of the knife, dolcezza.” His breath hits my burning cheeks and I do as he says. His hand covers mine and retrieves my last line of defense.
I hold my breath as he brings the bloodied knife up to my neck.
“It’s only fair I get to mark you too, don’t you think, dolcezza?”
I squeeze my eyes shut as the sharp tip presses against the skin of my collar. After a sharp sting, I open them and let out a ragged exhale. The pressure between my legs is almost unbearable.
Frankie leans in and runs his tongue along the wound, only intensifying the burning from the small cut.
“We need to stop this,” I stutter.
“Not happening. I’m not letting you get away again. I’ve had one taste and I need more. Tell me, do you think you could go through the rest of your life not knowing?”
I nod weakly, but I know it’s not true.
He’s all I’ve dreamt about for weeks, no matter how hard I tried to stop it.
“Such a beautiful liar.” He strokes my hair away from my face and crashes his lips over mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I can taste the metallic twang of my own blood.
Shivers run through me as he runs his thumb along the inside of my thigh, still ferociously kissing me.
“This time you’ll see it’s me fucking you, you’ll feel it’s me. You will forever remember this, the man who owns your orgasms. The man who owns your soul.”
I roll my eyes and he forcefully grabs my chin between his fingers to face him.
“Do not roll your eyes at me, brat.”
“I’m not one of your ‘yes girls’.” I glare at him.
He kisses along my jaw. “Trust me, I know.”
I pull back. Weirdly, I don’t like that comment.
“What do you mean?”
He chuckles. “If you were, you’d already be sucking my cock, and I wouldn’t have had a knife pressed against my artery.”
He has a point.
A darkness flashes across his eyes and he brushes his fingers along my arm.
“On your knees, Zara.” His voice is deep and commanding.
I almost obey, but I stay strong, holding his stare.
“Submissives and I have a mutual agreement. You and I, however, do not have such luxuries.” He taps the bloodied knife on the tip of my nose.
