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Chapter Thirty-Four

ROGAN

My words echo around the trailer as Rory stares at me in shock and lust. Her nostrils flare as she looks at me like a deer in the headlights, unsure if she should move or stay put.

“Better yet, I’ll remove your clothes for you.” I smirk.

Rory’s throat works as she swallows and licks her lips, her pulse thumping in her neck. Let’s just see how far I can push this little hellcat.

I take a step forward and point to the ground in front of me. “Come here. Now.”

Rory glances around, and I wonder if she’s looking for a way to escape. But then her green eyes collide with mine, and she obeys, slowly moving to the indicated spot. “Stay,” I growl as I search for the lost knife.

It’s lying up against the wall, the blade glinting even in the shitty lighting. Smiling, I pick it up and head back over to her. Circling her like a predator, I decide how I want to go about this. I could take her hard and fast, bending her over the back of this stained couch.

Or I could take her slowly.

Methodically.

I don’t have the necessary toys with me today, but I saw the way she looked at the knife, the way she almost moaned at the blood, and how her body shuddered as I beat the fuck out of that piece of trash.

She liked it…

No.

Shelovedit.

I stand in front of her and place the blade on the pulsing vein in her neck. “Are you wet for me already, Hellcat? Do you just like to watch, or is it the violence that affects you so?” She doesn’t answer, not that I expected her to, but hunger flashes in her eyes.

Perfect.

I slip behind her and tug the jacket off her shoulders, pulling her arms free before draping it gently over the couch’s armrest. Under it, Rory wears a skintight, cream colored sweater that clings to her curves.

Her breathing is shallow as I step in front of her and run the back of the knife along her nipple. It peaks at my touch, and my mouth fucking waters at her reaction.

I drag my fingernail up and down it until it’s hard enough to be tugged on. She hisses when I pull a little too hard, her emerald eyes boring into mine, but she still stands firm.

“You like a little bit of pain, don’t you, Hellcat?”

She glares, and I smile, leaning down to her ear with her nipple captured between my fingers. “I can tell you do. I smell it on you. Tell me to stop if I’m wrong.”

I lick the shell of her ear, feeling her tremble, and switch to her other nipple. I can almost hear her pulse speed up as I work her other side, pulling it into a hardened peak.

Standing back, I admire her for a moment, but she doesn’t cower or shy away from my gaze. No. My hellcat raises her chin as if to dare me to continue.

Challenge accepted.

I tug the fabric away from her nipple, and using the knife, I cut it, my cock hardening when her cherry red nipple pops through. “No bra, Hellcat? My, my. Aren’t you full of surprises?”

She grits her teeth as I repeat the process on the other side, severing her sweater just over her nipple. She shivers when I glide the cold blade over them.

Growling, I grip the hem of my shirt and pull it from my body, my muscles flexing as I drop to my knees and take one of her nubs into my mouth. She moans, tunneling her fingers into my hair and messing up my perfect style, but I don’t even care. I wear the freshly fucked look much better anyway.

My hands slide up her luscious legs to the waistband of her jeans, and I flick the button open. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she hisses, “Fuck,” as I tug the zipper down and bite her nipple at the same time. Smiling, I switch to the other side, slipping that nub between my lips and sucking on it hard.

I slide my hands up and down her thighs, then thread my fingers through her belt loops and pull her jeans to her ankles. “Lift your legs and step out of these fucking jeans.” I growl when her bare pussy lips are right in front of my face. “No panties either? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

She steps out of her pants, and her hips thrust gently, her pussy already glistening for me. With a snarl, I stand and grip her shoulders before shoving her back against the wall. She breathes hard as she watches me with fire in her eyes, her erect nipples poking through the holes of her shirt, still gleaming from my mouth.

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