Page 59 of His Wicked Revenge

“Didn’t I tell you to watch yourself?” It digs into my skin a little, but it doesn’t hurt.

“Yes.”

“Then why are your eyes on me?” He lightly drags the blade down and to my stomach. My body begins to tremble due to the impending orgasm, and he notices. Reaching between us, he holds the button to shut the toy off.

I groan while he laughs. “You think I was going to let you come that easily? You aren’t even listening to what I’m telling you to do. You’re being a disobedient brat, Vee.”

“If this is the torture that is a part of your plan, then I think I might be okay with it,” I smirk at him in the mirror.

“Oh, little angel,” he hums. The weight of the knife becomes heavy on my stomach, and with a slight swipe, he nicks my skin. “This is nothing.”

My eyes drop to the spot he cut me, to the left of my belly button. Almost the same place I stabbed him. While my gaze is occupied by the blood rising from my skin, Leo presses the button on the vibrator, starting it up again. I draw in a breath at the abrupt pleasure.

As the buzzing fills the room, my entire body trembles as the toy hums against my clit. He had pressed the button twice, setting it to a faster setting than before.

The knife slides across my skin, not going far as Leo makes another movement to slice at my body. The pain, mixed with pleasure, almost sends me over the edge, but he turns it off again.

A rumble moves from my chest to my throat. The noise never leaves my mouth because my teeth are clenched tightly in irritation.

“X marks the spot,” he utters quietly, ignoring my frustration. I lift my eyes to the mirror, seeing him looking down at the mark he made.

An X like you’d see on a fucking treasure map.

Blood trickles down my stomach, the knife now removed from my body. The X is hot—temperature-wise. It’s the only spot on my body that is on fire even though my insides are engulfed in flames.

As I watch the red tint on my skin grow around the cut, Leo takes the vibrator out from under me. I snap my eyes up because I think he is going to leave after marking my skin. He stands from his kneeling position and walks around me until he is gazing down at me, looking like the Devil.

Slowly, he gets to his knees, still towering over me. With one hand, he sets the vibrator back in its place and turns it on to the lowest setting.

“I need more,” I groan, knowing that I won’t come at this pace.

“I know you do, but maybe you need to work for it,” he taunts and tilts his head to the side.

He lowers his other hand, the one with the knife still clutched in his grasp. The cool metal is pinned against my clit. The chill of the blade grants relief to my overheated body for only a moment before Leo makes another demand. “Ride the toy, Vee.”

“What?” I glare at him in disbelief. “I’m not riding it when you have a knife pressed against me.”

“I didn’t think Veronica Rollins was afraid of anything,” he teases.

“I’m not.”

“Prove it.”

The way the corner of his lip curls up—how he is egging me on—pisses me off. I hate when anyone doubts me.

Inhaling a deep breath, I begin to move my hips. I’m hyperaware of the sharp kitchen knife being pressed against me. Thankfully, he has it flattened. I don’t think it will cut me, but you never know.

“Awe, come on, Vee. You can move faster than that,” he teases some more. “Don’t you want to come?”

I tighten my jaw, rolling myself a little bit faster. I try not to think about the knife, only thinking about the pleasure the vibrator is bringing me. I shut my eyes, focusing on the speed of my hips and the sensation against my clit.

“That’s a good girl,” Leo praises roughly. I open my eyes to find his thumb hooked into his gym shorts. He tugs them down, his cock springing free, and my mouth begins to water. “Want to put this pretty mouth of yours to use, too?”

I wet my lips, nodding eagerly. Without hesitation, I lean forward and take him into my mouth.

“Fuckkk.” He moans when my lips are wrapped around him.

A free hand tangles itself into my hair while the other presses the knife harder against my clit. I hum around him out of pleasure and fear because although I thought it wouldn’t cut me, I feel like if I move my body the wrong way, then it will do what I’m afraid of.