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“Do you trust me?”
I nodded and dropped my head back against his shoulder, whimpering when his strong hands gripped my breasts.
“Need you to say it, Jessica.”
“I trust you.”
No sooner were the words out than he had the knife out of my bra and the blade slicing through my shirt.
“I like this shirt, you dick.”
I felt his grin against my neck before he gave another playful bite and popped the knife through the front of my bra.
“You won’t need that either.”
I wanted to be mad. I wanted to yell at him.
But his mouth had moved to my shoulder and he was palming my breasts and tugging on my nipples. All while the knife remained open in his hand, the blade never once coming in contact with my skin.
I’d never been more turned on.
With a quick flick, the knife was embedded in the wall next to the door, and Kieran was pulling away.
I looked at the knife for a few seconds before turning to find him stripping out of his shirt, a heated look on his devastatingly handsome face.
“Still trust me?” he asked, his tone gruff.
“That wasn’t the trusting part?”
His mouth twitched into a smirk, like the idea amused him.
Without answering me, he walked through his room, shedding knives and blades and clothes, and rummaging through drawers. By the time he returned, he was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. All he had in his hand was a condom.
“You’ll have control, but we can’t do this your way.”
My brow pinched and my head tilted.
“You have to trust me,” he said earnestly.
“I do.”
That ugly part of me reared her head, screaming at me not to. Reminding me that he would ruin me. But I pretended not to hear her.
I looked at my jeans and heels. “Can I undress, or are you going to cut these off too?”
He took a step back, his eyes burning as he waited.
And those damn eyes never left mine as I slowly took off my shoes, my skin-tight jeans, and underwear.
With a challenging smirk on his face, he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms, twisting me at the last second so my back was to his chest.
I hadn’t minded.
Not in the last few days. Not a few minutes ago.
But now, with nearly nothing separating us, it was hard to feel anything other than that man’s heavy body and his hot breath.
It was hard to distinguish anything other than my mom’s boyfriends who had slipped into my room when I was little.
