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She blinks and her jaw drops. "What the fuck?"
"Language." I scowl, and she merely stares back at me.
"You’re kidding, right?"
I straighten and she shakes her head. "Youarekidding." She laughs uncertainly. "You really have a rotten sense of humor."
"I am not laughing."
She presses her lower lip between her teeth and my dick twitches. She folds her arms about her waist, calling attention to her beautiful tits, the hourglass figure that has her tiny waist, flaring out to meet those fleshy hips, sleek thighs, down to those upturned ankles that beg me to fall at her feet and worship at those gorgeous toes.
Oddio!I really have it bad, if all I can think of is sucking on her toes, before moving my way up her body, pausing only to take a bite of that scrumptious pussy, before I fasten my mouth on those luscious nipples and suck and lap and slurp on them until they are full and heavy and trembling in my grasp.
"I… I don’t understand." She murmurs, "Are you serious?"
"Have I ever been anything else but?"
She looks at me, then glances away. "What do you want?"
"I told you already, sweetheart. You are going to marry me."
"And if I refuse?"
I tilt my head.
She opens and shuts her mouth, "Look, you don’t have to do that. I mean, virginity is overrated anyway and—"
"Shut up." I bring the handle of the knife to my mouth, and without taking my eyes off of her, I lick the blood—her blood—off the grip."
She draws in a breath, her gaze widens, and her pupils dilate. "Wh…what are you doing?"
"What do you think?" I step back, pass the knife to my other hand, then wipe the blood from the blade—my blood this time—on the sleeve of my shirt. More blood drips from my fingertips from where I’d wrapped it around the blade earlier.
She makes a sound of distress, turns, grabs a towel and reaches for my injured hand. She wraps the towel around it, folds my fingers over it. "There, that should help," she murmurs.
"Why did you lie to me?" I glance down at her bent head, "I would have been gentle with you your first time."
"Maybe I didn’t want you to be?" She peers up at me from under her eyelids, and her green eyes are filled with uncertainty, "Look, I couldn’t bring myself to confess that, okay? It just felt like I would be handing you an advantage of some kind…" She raises a shoulder.
"So instead, you let me fuck you with a knife handle."
"Kinky, huh?" Her lips twist. "Not that I didn’t enjoy it."
That’s what I am afraid of.My tastes are far gone enough, and the longer I stay with her, the more I am going to reveal just how depraved I am when it comes to taking my pleasure.
I hadn’t intended for things to get this out of hand with her… But something about this woman makes me want to drop all the veneer of civility and bare the animal I am inside to her. I want to scare her, shock her… Fuck the hell out of her. I want to take her pussy and imprint myself inside of her, so she’ll never forget what it is to belong to me.
It’s precisely why I am going to keep my distance from her. I’ll marry her, I’ll use her to get to the Seven, and then I’ll set her free. Until then, I am going to restrict my interactions with her to the bare minimum. It’s the only way I am going to survive this unscathed.
I pivot, head for the door and she calls out, "Wait, Michael."
I pause.
"What you said about marrying me… You… You really mean that?"
I nod.
"You don’t have to do it, you know. I mean, just because there is something between us..."
