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“You could be perfect for me.” He tilts his head.
I gasp as he starts to slice through my crop top to expose my breasts.
I swallow past the lump in my throat as he watches with intent before his other hand shoots out and grips my neck.
“I’ll get you to submit to me, angel. Just watch.”
A smirk twitches on my lips. He’s really messing with the wrong woman here.
I tear off the rest of the ruined shirt so I’m completely naked on the top and shuffle off the counter. I hold my hand out for him. “Knife, please,” I say seductively.
He places it in my palm, amusement clear on his face.
I swipe up his blood from the blade, I don’t break our stare as I suck the coppery crimson off my index finger before dropping it. I push down my shorts and panties and step out of them, tossing the knife back on the counter.
“Fuck,” he mutters. That turns me on more. I can get to him just as much as he does to me. He might want to control me, I want to break his resolve.
As I saunter to the couch, I hear him behind me unclasping his belt, his heavy steps following me. I choke on a breath as the leather loops round my throat and he tightens it, completely restricting my airflow.
I try to pull at it and he only yanks it up.
“Knees, now!”
Closing my eyes, I do as he says, my heart now beating erratically as he comes into view. I look up and the panic that was bubbling sates slightly when I see the way he eats me up with his eyes, like a man starved.
17
FRANKIE
I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed anything so erotic in my life. I have ultimate control over myself. I have always prided myself on that.
Until her.
Every muscle in my body is tense. There’s a thin thread of restraint stopping me from saying ‘fuck it’ and both of us letting into our darkest urges. No dominance, no submission, just raw and intense fucking.
She’s right, she isn’t like any other woman I’ve met. That’s probably why I’m so hell bent on claiming her. I see her potential. The fact she’s on her knees, naked, with my belt squeezing her throat, tells me everything I need to know.
I’m just not sure I have the capacity to deal with a woman fierce enough to start her own fires. This distraction could be deadly for everyone around me. Yet, I can’t stop myself around her.
My cock painfully aches in my pants, and I groan, tipping my head back. Never has my brain been so hectic. I grunt as she fumbles with my zipper. I should tell her to stop. I never ordered her to do that.
I will break her. It will be my mission to do so.
Just not today.
I need to punish her for getting to me like this. For putting herself in danger. I knot my fingers through her hair and pull tight, leaving her panting as she frees my cock.
Warm blood trickles down my neck. I swipe it up and look at it, coating my fingertips.
“Clean this mess up first,” I grunt out. I bring my fingers to her lip and she opens for me.
As her fingers delicately gripping around my shaft, she sucks on my fingers.
“Good girl.” That rewards me with a moan.
Knotting my hand back into her dark hair, I tug her closer so her mouth teases against the engorged head of my cock. “Spit on it.” I look down at her and she licks her lips.
Her warm saliva coats me, remnants of the blood staining my dick. As she takes me in deeper, I loosen the pressure of the belt around her throat so she can choke on me properly. Squeezing my eyes shut as the sensation sets me on fire. The way she starts to gag, without even being told to and using her hands at the same time, it’s perfect.
