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“It’s fine, Zak.”
He steps toward me, grasping my hips. “Don’t fucking lie, Rox. I felt your reaction.”
Looking up at him and leaning in, I say, “Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t give a shit where Maddox or you stick your dicks.” Needing to get away from this conversation and him, I blurt out, “Where’s Maddox’s gun, Zak?”
His head rears back like I fucking hit him, but he doesn’t release me like I hoped. His grip on my hips intensifies almost to the point of pain. “What do you know about it?” he snarls, and if I was anyone else, the dangerous look in his eyes would terrify me. When I don’t answer, he forces me to step backward until the backs of my legs meet the desk. “Why the hell are you asking about that? Where did you go today?”
I could break his hold on me in a second, but the fact that I don’t, says way too much about how I like it.
“A colleague—”
“The one you’ve been fucking?” I gasp, and my eyes widen, giving him my answer. “Don’t act so surprised, Rox. Mad and I know every man that’s ever laid a hand on you, been inside you. You think the infinitesimal amount of jealously you felt at seeing Maddox with Candi even comes close to the jealously that’s become a living, breathing thing inside us over the years while we watched you screwing all those guys.”
My mind splinters with the revelation they’ve been watching me all these years. I can’t seem to focus or get any words out as shock and anger whip through me like lightening. When I finally find my voice, it’s the anger that wins out.
“You fucking hypocrite! You talk like you and Maddox haven’t been fucking your way through London. Haven’t been screwing girls two at a time, sharing them, yet you want to call me out on who I fuck. Did you think I’d spend my life like a damn nun? That you ruined me enough to spend my life mourning the loss of a relationship that never was, Zak? Pfft! Well, fuck you.” I raise a hand and grip his chin. “I loved every fucking second of it,” I say, enunciating every word.
I’ve been so focused on lashing out at him that I didn’t notice one hand had left my hip, so when I release his chin, he pushes me back and steps between my legs as my arse hits the table. I’m about to push back when I feel the sharp point of a blade beneath my chin, and I freeze. Not through fear though. And again, it’s a demonstration of my warped mind that I’m turned on by the threat.
I watch as Zak’s eyes light with lust, desire and excitement, and a dark smile curls his lips. Keeping the blade at my chin, he leans down.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you, Rox?” His lips brush against my own as he speaks, and I almost whimper at the burning need to have his mouth on me.
I’m weak, so fucking weak, when it comes to these two men. Not giving a shit about the blade digging into the soft flesh of my chin or the consequences, I reach forward and nip his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. I feel the sting of the blade as it nicks my skin, and I don’t care. Our eyes are locked on one another as I release his lip with a pop. Piercing blue pools of liquid heat reach right into the very soul of me a second before his lips slam onto mine. The blade disappears from my chin, clanging to the desk as his hands drop either side of me, caging me in and pushing me down on to the desk.
Our tongues dance with one another, tasting each other, as heat licks at my flesh and between my thighs, causing my clit to throb painfully. Zak breaks the kiss, both of us breathing heavily, and looks down at me.
When he raises his arm, the knife is firmly clenched in his hand, a bead of blood glistening on the tip, then he lowers it to my chest. He traces the blunt edge down between my breasts, nipples hardening instantly, all the way to the waistband of my trousers.
“You like the feel of my blade, Rox.” He slips the knife beneath the button of my trousers, and with a flick of his wrist, the button pings off. “How about here, Rox?” he teases, running the back edge of the knife down the seam of my trousers and gliding it over my clit. “Do you want to feel the cold steel of my blade on your pussy, slipping between your wet folds until you come?” The knife glides up and down over my clit a few times, and I’m unable to contain a groan of pleasure as Zak chuckles darkly before pulling away.
Leaning down, he runs his tongue up my neck to my chin, tasting the blood from the small cut there.
“You taste like the sweetest thrill and the darkest sin, and I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream.”
Before I can reply or catch my breath, Zak yanks the zip down and tugs at my trousers, tearing them down my body and off my feet. Cold, hard steel meets my naked thigh, and I suck in a breath as he trails it up the inside of my leg. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m wired with anticipation and desperate to feel it run over my clit again, only he skips right past. Taking the edge of my shirt in one hand, he uses the knife to slowly and tortuously pop every button off until he reaches my clavicle. I watch him, fascinated, as the pulse in his neck flutters rapidly, his chest rises with stuttered and restrained breaths, but his eyes—they are the real wonder.
A beautiful and vibrant blue that seem alive, enraptured, as they follow the knife glancing over my skin. They swirl with each movement, pupils dilating but never eclipsing the colour completely.
I gasp as he cuts my bra clean down the middle, and my breasts spill to the side as it falls away. He’s barely touched me, yet I feel like with one single caress or stroke in the right place, I’d explode.
“Fucking beautiful.” He leans down, grazing my skin with his lips and every place he touches burns like the hottest fire. When his tongue laves at my nipple, swirling around it, my hips buck, but when he sucks it into his hot mouth and bites down, I almost leap off the desk as a spark of pleasure shoots straight to my pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, unable to contain it any longer. “Zak…I…” My words trail off into nothing more than whimpers as he switches his attention to my other breast. I feel the steel of his knife at my hip, slipping beneath the side of my knickers, and I almost beg him to hurry the fuck up as my body screams for release.
Releasing my nipple with a pop at the same time he slices through my underwear, he takes my mouth, silencing me for a moment.
I hear the rustle of clothing and the clunk of a belt buckle hitting the desk as our tongues war against one another. The sound of metal scraping against wood comes a split second before Zak’s fingers delve into my slick folds, grazing over my clit and intermittently dipping in and out of me. His deft fingers make quick work of bringing me to the edge, but just as I’m about to fall, he whispers, “Don’t you dare fucking come, Rox, not yet.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, as he curls his fingers, and it takes everything to hold back my orgasm. “I can’t…oh fuck,” I pant out.
“When you come, it’s going to be over my cock as I fucking own you.” Raising up, his free hand skims over my abdomen, my breasts, pinching and tweaking each one, as he continues to finger fuck me relentlessly. His fingers curl again, as he growls, “Eyes on me, Rox. Let me see those eyes as I slide my cock into your sweet pussy.” I do as he says, opening my eyes, as he removes his fingers. His eyes are hooded, and desire lights every inch of his face as I feel the head of his cock push at my entrance.
I raise to my elbows to watch as he glides his hand up and down his shaft a couple of times before slowly pushing into me inch by inch. I feel every fucking one as my pussy convulses around him, trying to draw him in further, and my orgasm flutters on the edge again as he bottoms out. His arm snakes around my arched back, raising me up and yanking me to the edge of the desk, arms wrapping around his neck, as he draws back out and thrusts back in with a grunt.
“Fuck me, you feel so fucking good,” he grinds out between clenched teeth as his pace picks up, driving in and out. He dips his head, plundering my mouth and swallowing my cry as his hands grasps my arse, squeezing tightly.
Heat flashes across my skin and sweat beads on my forehead as he grinds his hips in the most delicious way, and pleasure coils in my belly. My nails dig into his neck as the first tendrils of my orgasm crest, and I throw my head back, opening my eyes, only to be met with fierce amber ones over Zak’s shoulder.
