Page 177 of Lessons in Cruelty

“You keep forgetting who you belong to,” he murmurs into my ear, the tip of the blade scraping over my skin hard enough to make goosebumps break out over my body. “Maybe I should carve my name somewhere you’ll see it every day.”

“Do it,” I whisper furiously. “Sure the cops would love that you signed your crime scene.”

He chuckles quietly, because he knows I’ll never go to the cops. Riversiders hate pigs almost as much as tax collectors.

“I don’t want to try again,” Melissa says quietly. “I’ve moved on. You should, too. Not as if you liked me, anyway.”

It’s useless fighting over the knife because Kai has more strength in one arm than I have in two.

Same can’t be said for his dick.

The sound he makes when I grab it will live rent free in my head for all eternity. A quiet, pained groan vibrating against my ribs. Like I’m sinking his knife hilt-deep into his gut.

His hand wraps around mine.

Warm. Strong. Trembling.

“Yeah?” Melissa murmurs from the bed. “You liked it when I did that?”

There’s this moment where both me and Kai just stop.

Stop moving, stop breathing.

I guess we both realize Melissa’s moments away from having phone sex with whoever the hell is on the other end of that call.

Doesn’t seem to bother Kai.

He drags his hips down, taking my hand with him. And then he pushes up between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my underwear. I huff out a breath, and he nudges my cheek with his, like he’s telling me to shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.

Like I’d make this easy for him, the sick fuck.

Melissa giggles. “I kinda liked that too…”

Oh God.

I refuse to let go of him.

And he’s not giving up.

But I guess he gets tired of banging his dick against a wall, because he wraps his hand over mine and angles up, sliding over the top of my underwear instead.

And my clit.

With my underwear so wet, it’s like I’m not wearing anything at all.

His hard shaft drags over my already sensitive clit, leaving urgent tingles in its wake. The only thing keeping him from crushing me is the weight he keeps on one elbow. The same arm as the hand holding the knife to my throat.

“Yeah? You want it?” Melissa moans.

What if I just pulled my underwear aside and let him fuck me?

How bad could it be?

How much would it hurt?

“Mmm, yeah. Tell me what it feels like.” Clothing rustles on the other side of the room, but it’s all background noise to the ringing in my ears.

The sound of my breath mingling with Kai’s as he uses the grip on my hand to rub his dick back and forth over my clit.