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He pushes his fingers deeper so he holds the back of my head. An inevitable step for a man who has a naked, aroused woman nuzzling the tender skin of his groin, but I don’t turn the movement sexual. Not yet. I keep my mouth soft, letting my lips caress his skin. “Why here?”
“Because it isn’t for general eyes. It’s private. It’s as much a part of me as that dick you’re tormenting to life, and it’s seen daylight just as much, which is to say hardly ever.”
In the beginning, I couldn’t understand how such a gorgeous, sexy dominant hadn’t been able to find a sub to play with in years. Now I know why. It makes that year he spent slowly getting closer to me at the vet clinic even more special. “You said your last relationship was three years ago.”
“Relationship.” He laughs wryly, a hard edge to his voice. “I hired her. I didn’t dare try to date like a regular guy looking for a sweet little sub to play with. She was a pro, as much as I am. I paid her handsomely to not ask too many questions and to try and keep that side of me satisfied. I could handle it for a while, but hiding so much of my true personality was exhausting.”
“The blood.”
He nods, his fingers kneading my head. “The cutting. The pain. That’s not what we contracted for, and I suppressed all of those needs. I kept our interactions strictly dominant-sub, with only glimpses of the sadist in punishment that we carefully agreed on beforehand, and it wasn’t enough for me. Soon I couldn’t get off at all, and it quickly became apparent to her that there were shadows in me she didn’t want to peer into too deeply. Unfortunately, she didn’t trust me to walk away, so she got some thugs to try and make an impression on me. That made our parting of ways much uglier than it had to be, especially considering I’d already decided to end the contract.”
“It wasn’t Blake, was it?”
A startled laugh bubbles out of him. “No. You’ll laugh too if you ever meet her, though I pray that day never comes. She’s not someone to mess with.”
“Like you.”
“Very much so.” He nods. “I want you to promise me something.”
I tip my head so I can see his face, but keep my mouth on his tattoo.
“Do anything you have to do to survive. Anything. Lie, cheat, steal, kill, I don’t care. Dump my sorry ass for someone else. Just stay alive.”
This is too serious for me to keep playing. I raise my head, and he pulls me up into his lap, bringing my face up close to his so I can feel his breath on my forehead. “There’ll never be anyone else for me, Master. Not now.”
He squeezes his eyes closed and tightens his grip on me. “I love that, and I hate it at the same time. I can’t stay here forever. Surely you know that.”
My entire body clenches and I can’t stifle the sound of agony shredding my heart. He folds me close, his chest hot against my breasts, his hands as desperate as mine.
“They’ll come asking questions sooner or later. Tell them everything. Don’t lie for me. Give them exactly what they want, kitten.”
Horrified, I can barely whisper, “I won’t betray you.”
“Truth is never a betrayal. There’s nothing you could ever do that would make me turn my back on you. You know that, don’t you?”
I can almost hear the sirens already. They’ll find Tasker’s body. There’ll be questions. Lots of questions. And if he leaves…
The thought of never seeing him again makes me crazy. Maybe that’s why I find the knife in his pocket. Why I flip the blade out and hold the wickedly sharp blade to his throat. “You promise me something.”
“Anything.” My threat only makes his lust burn hotter, his erection a solid temptation beneath me.
“If you have to run, come back for me.”
He hesitates long enough that I dig the point into his skin. His eyes flare and he nudges his cock deeper between my thighs. “I don’t run, not exactly. I merely disappear for a while and return as someone else.”
“Then when you come back, you find me.”
“They’ll be watching you. If they ever find out how much you mean to me, they’ll never let you out of their sight.”
My chin trembles but I’m determined to win this concession from him. If I can get his promise, I can survive whatever happens. I’ll have the hope of seeing him again. Gathering my courage, I push the blade harder. Blood wells on his throat and his breath catches on a shudder. His hands clench, one on my neck, the other lower on my back, hard enough I’ll probably wear his fingerprints for a few days.Good.
“I’ll find a way, kitten. You have my word. When it’s safe, I’ll come for you or provide you a way to come to me. If that’s what you want.”
“I want.” I lift the blade away from his throat, afraid to see how deeply I cut him. Blood trickles down to his shoulder, but it doesn’t seem to be too bad.
Suddenly, his hand grips mine, holding the knife so hard I wince. I expect him to punish me in some way for threatening him. Or maybe he’ll grind the ligaments in my wrist together until I drop the blade.
Instead, he jerks my hand to his chest and drags the blade across the width of his pectorals. Then he does it again, making me cut a large bleeding X on his chest. Only then does he pry the knife out of my hand and toss it aside.
