Page 38 of Cruel Fate


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I inhaled sharply. My eyes found the intruder leaning against the door frame, arms folded in front of his chest, a small grin on his face.

I dangled the metal restraints. “I wonder why.”

Adrik laughed at the dry response. He was out of the room and then back within a minute, this time bringing a small box with him.

“I brought you a small gift.”

I snorted. “No, thank you.”

He grinned. “You’ll like this one. I had it personally made for you.”

Adrik sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood up, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I wore nothing but a pair of panties and a sheer tank top. Given that I’d had to rip the shirt off me in order to bathe with these stupid chains, I could only put on a tank top, and even that was a struggle.

He was taking his sweet time opening the box, eyes glued to my face. Anticipation rose inside of me, and the proximity made me aware of the harsh beating of my heart.

My brows narrowed. “Where did you get that?”

“As I said, I had it made personally for you.”

It was the most beautiful dagger I’d seen in my life. The blade was sharp enough to slice through anything, the tip acute. The handle was as thick as my index and middle finger combined, with a lion’s head engraved on it.

“It’s beautiful.”

I was mesmerized. It wasn’t anything grand, but it made my heart flutter.

Adrik’s hot breath on my cheek caught me off guard. When did he get so close to me?

Eyes locked on mine, slowly, he pushed me back down in a horizontal position. The tight shirt rose slightly, exposing the bottom part of my stomach.

His burning gaze felt like the pits of hell: hot, blazing, and infinite. Everything in me told me to look away, but I couldn’t. I was afraid that the moment I looked away, he would be gone, and this would be nothing but my imagination.

“Because it’s a gift for you, I haven’t had the chance to test it out.” He was on top of me before I could blink. “May I?”

I barely mustered a weak nod.

He broke eye contact, and mine followed the movement of his right hand. He stared at the tip of the blade, a wide grin breaking on his face. It was terrifying. Shivers danced down my spine, yet I didn’t want to refuse whatever he had in mind for tonight.

The tip of the dagger was just above my chest. Turns out, I was right. It was sharp—sharp enough to slice through the fabric of my shirt. The sound of it being torn joined my heavy breathing to fill the room.

Something twitched in the pit of my stomach the moment he grazed the blade on my bare skin. It wasn’t harsh enough to pierce through the skin, but it was rough enough to leave red marks wherever the edge traced.

The trace of the blade on my skin was as light as a feather, yet still there to leave me aching for more.

“You’re shivering,” he noted. Nothing but satisfaction laced his sharp tongue. He loved seeing me shiver and shake beneath him.

My upper body was exposed to him entirely. Steadily, as if to taunt me, the tip of the dagger moved lower. He was staring at me with that goddamn smirk on his face. I watched as patience slipped from his expression.

In a swift movement, he tore my underwear, grazing the sharp blade above my pussy.

He tilted his head. “Are you afraid?”

It hadn’t struck me until then just how much I was shaking. Though it wasn’t fear. Not entirely, at least. It was anticipation, excitement, and desire. I wanted to see what he was about to do, to see in which way he would continue to ruin me.

“No.”

Adrik threw the dagger in the air. To me, it seemed as if it were spinning in slow motion. He caught the blade and squeezed it lightly. Crimson red trickled down his palm, but he didn’t even glance at it. He was unbothered—or even more turned on?

He teased me with the handle, tenderly pressing it against my skin.

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