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“You wish.” I can feel my pussy throbbing between my legs, but I ignore it.
“I know violence gets you going,” he whispers. “I can feel your heartbeat pick up, Lana.”
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what? Call you by your name?” He leans away. “I think you know as well as I do that we’re well past introductions now.”
God-fucking-dammit, I wish I could see him more than anything.
“You know my name. Now give me yours,” I say.
He snorts. “I’ll give it to you …” Suddenly, I feel something cold underneath my chin. A blade. Mine. “After you come for me.”
What? Did he just…?
Oh my fucking God, the arrogance!
“Fuck you, I would never—”
He removes his hand from my wrist, the knife still at my throat like an imminent and very clear threat.
If I move, I die.
But his hand slowly lowers down my arm, smoothing along my body, and every single one of my senses is awakened against my wishes. A rumbling groan escapes his mouth as he cups my breast, the sound so low and gravelly it brings goose bumps to my body.
And I don’t understand why my body has this reaction.
Why I feel the need to lean into his touch.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
Don’t let him do this.
But the second my muscles twitch, the blade pushes farther into my skin.
“Don’t even think about it,” he says, his voice so dark it makes me gulp.
He moves farther down my dress until his hand is right between my legs, making me feel needy, twisted, and debased.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“You’re a—”
The knife pushes even farther into my skin until I’m forced to tilt my head back. “Don’t insult me when the fun is just about to begin, kitty.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say through gritted teeth.
But his finger pushes down on my slit, and I’m having a hard time staying put.
“Don’t call you what?” he murmurs, rubbing my clit through my dress. “A violent little kitty?”
“Ridiculous,” I scoff, but his fingers keep working me, and it’s hard not to breathe puffy breaths. I hate to even think about how damp I’m already becoming.
Stop it, Lana, don’t even think about getting wet.
“No, what’s ridiculous was thinking that cat mask would protect you from being found,” he says, his hand slipping down farther until he reaches the bottom of the dress near my thighs, and his fingers creep underneath. “But I found you. And now I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
“Get your hands—”
