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“Only in a way you’ll like.”

“I thought…”

“Sweetheart, I’ve never wanted to end a life less than yours. I plan to keep you forever. Alive, no matter who I have to fight. Even you. You’re mine, and so is this cunt.” I pressed the knife’s spine further up against her, and she tossed her head back with a breathless moan. “Tell me that’s true. Tell me you love everything I do to you.”

“Except this?” she groused.

I grunted in amusement. “You’re curious. You like the challenge. Perhaps we’ve unlocked a new kink for you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“One way to find out. Pick a safe word.” I rubbed her nipples through the layers and watched as she clamped her mouth shut to muffle a groan. Oh yes, my fairy woman needed this as much as I did. It was the perfect way to put the past behind us. “You use it, this stops immediately. You have a word in mind?”

“Divorce.”

A wide grin beamed across my cheeks, pushing them unnaturally high. It was the perfect word. It defined what neither of us wanted and made me crave her more now than ever before. Blood rushed to my groin, and I adjusted myself to curb the pressure on my rock-hard erection. If I didn’t get a move on, one of us would be tortured, and it wouldn’t be her.

“Tell me I can film this.”

Her gaze dropped to the video recorder strapped to my hand. A mix of intrigue and apprehension flashed across her face. “You’re the devil.”

“Yours, sweetheart. I’m your devil. Let me wrap you in sin and take you down to hell and back with me. Please.”

Her little moan at my plea nearly broke my composure. Didn’t she realize the grip she had on me? She was the only one I got on my knees for. She’d be the only one ever.

“I need your words, love. Yes or no.”

She wrestled her teeth over her bottom lip, then finally nodded. “Okay. Yes.”

If I thought I was hard before, I’d been wrong. She couldn’t have been more perfect for me.

“Now stay still so I can access what’s mine and see how soaking wet and desperately filthy getting tied up has made you for me.”

Chapter 37

I hooked the knife into her jumpsuit at the waist and cut through the durable ripstop nylon, from left to right, front to back, until it sagged to the harness’ lower lateral strap. The tearing fabric drowned out her sputtered gasps. She tracked my cuts with twists and turns of her head yet didn’t move. That was until I clipped the drooping fabric under the strap and sliced it open down to the seam between her legs.

She clamped her legs shut so fast, the knife slipped out of my hands and clattered against a litter-covered stone. Fuck, that’d been incredibly foolish of her. I crouched, recovered the knife, and twirled it around my finger.

“Do I need to tie your legs up too, síbhean?”

“You cut my teuch, I’ll make you regret it,” she snarled.

“Back on your trust issues, I see.” I might not have known what the French word meant, but I got the gist from the way she locked her knees. “Like I’d ever risk damaging such a gorgeous pussy.”

She wrinkled her nose with a skeptical stare, but slowly unraveled her legs, the momentum making her swing a few inches off the ground.

“If you trust I’ll cut your balls off if you clip me even a little, I’ll trust you’ll keep that knife steady.”

“No can do, love. While I like your enthusiasm and have no doubt you could handle the job, I said I wouldn’t hurt you no matter how fidgety you get, and I intend to keep my word.”

“I’ll be good. I won’t move them again.”

“At all?”

She shook her head.

“If you do, what will you give me?” I asked.