It takes me too long to realize there’s a mirror. I am too consumed with the instantly addictive feeling of her tightness against my cock.
But when I do notice it, it’s my instant undoing.
Those cruel, chocolate eyes stare right back at me. Framed by long lashes and smudged makeup, they are unfairly bright when I can see my own are glazed over in some kind of frenzy.
I’m desperate, oh so desperate, to do as she commanded. Harder, harder,harder.
I admire her sick kind of joy as she takes every thrust with a twitch and a gasp, as if there’s nothing I could ever do to truly satisfy her.
It only enrages me further. I want to fuck that look right off her face. I want her to cry out. I want her to lose herself in this. I want to see her eyes glaze over and hear my name on her lips.
The thought alone has me close, too agonizingly close, and I have to squeeze my eyes closed to try and control it. Wait. Just wait. I can ruin her.
I can…
Everything comes to an abrupt and gravity-defying stop the second I feel that cold blade against the artery on my upper thigh.
My eyes snap open, and that sadistic joy on her face has only worsened.
“What’s wrong, lover? I thought you liked a bit of knife play?” she coos back at me.
I see it then, the switchblade grasped in her hand. Where the hell had she even been hiding that?
“Belle,”I hiss through my teeth.
I’m still fucking inside her. So, so close to the edge, I could just throw myself off it.
But then she’d win, she’d fucking win.
She makes the decision for me, shifting herself away while that blade of hers trails up my body. From my artery to my throbbing cock to my gut to my heart to my neck.
She smiles sweetly, arrogantly, as she stands at her full height before me, casually pulling down her dress as if I hadn’t been maddeningly desperate to remove it only moments before.
“I think this is what they call ‘taking someone for a ride’,” she muses.
I can’t get a hold of myself. My breathing is too rapid and my heartbeat won’t stop pounding. There’s nothing to distract me from my hardness that refuses to abate even when facing danger like this.
Because she’s the one holding the knife.
I shake my head and surge forward, only for the blade to pierce my skin. I freeze automatically.
“Well, doesn’t this just feel like déjà vu,” Isabella sneers, as her eyes drop to my neck.
Before I can stop her, she leans forward and licks up the bead of blood that had begun dripping from the surface wound.
Fuck.
There’s a mischievous glint in her eye as she pulls back, her lips stained a little redder than before.
FUCK.
“This is what’s going to happen, Teo Vitale.” Her voice is sultry sweet as her tongue dips out to lick her lips.
I’m completely and utterly mesmerized.
“You’re going to stop all surveillance on the Natalis. You’re going to stop trying to track down my mother, and you’re going to stay the fuck away from the Prince’s Hand.”
My response of, “Or what?”Doesn’t have time to leave my mouth before her teeth are on my bottom lip, pulling it cruelly for a moment until it bleeds.
