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“Why do you look guilty, my little sinner?” Jacob’s fingers caress down my cheek, the movement causing reactions between my thighs that I hate.

He smirks down as if being able to read my body.

“Do you have a plan up your sleeve, kitten?” His hand shoots out and grabs my throat, squeezing. His hand tightens around my throat making me gasp for air.

As he leans down toward me, I lift my arm, the curve of the knife shaking in my hand, the weight feels heavy as I lift it to his throat. The blade cuts into his flesh, and I hold it as steady as my hand will let me, trembling a little but holding my ground.

He grins down at me and chuckles.

“Go on, princess, slit my throat.”

His voice deepens to a whole new level making my insides curl.

He leans down so the knife digs into his skin, leaving a cut and making it easier for me. A small trail of blood trickles down his neck. I watch as he swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes never leave mine. The cold stare he gives me tells me to do it. To end this, to end him.

I try with everything I have to make my hand move to deepen the cut, but it doesn’t move. I will it to do it, but stare at my hand in frustration as it just sits there holding the knife to Jacob’s throat.

“Come on, kitten, here.” He lifts his hand toward mine, his fingers wrapping tightly around mine. I don’t miss the way my heart flutters at the feel of his touch. I watch as he pushes the knife a little more. I pull back slightly, too chicken to go through with it.

“You’re not backing out, are you, baby?” His devious smirk has me swallowing the lump in my throat. My chest rises and falls with every inhale and exhale I take.

He stares down at my chest, his eyes coming alive as his finger trails a line from my neck to the top of my breast, stopping just before my nipple that has pebbled under my night shirt. Maybe it’s the chill or maybe it’s the way Jacob’s stare does delicious things to my body as much as I hate it.

His stare dares me to do it, to end his pain, the pain I see in his eyes every day. I see it, I see him, even if he never shows himself, the torture he has deep inside haunts him.

“You want to run?” His voice is a soft whisper that sings to the wetness pooling in my panties.

I shake my head softly and let out a gasp as his fingers trail further down inches from my center.

“You should run, stick that knife in my throat, and watch as I bleed out on the bed.” Jacob doesn’t even flinch.

His pupils darken as his fingers pull my panties to the side.

The knife digs deeper as he moves forward crowding me on the bed.

Blood drips from his neck, landing on my chest.

Jacob growls, and by all that is mighty, I have just creamed a little.

“If you don’t slit my throat, princess, I’m going to fuck your ass as punishment.”

“Do it.” I challenge him.

“Oh, my little sinner. You're going to regret giving me permission.”

The wicked gleam in his eyes tells me all I need to know.

I may be his little sinner, but he’ll devour me with one bite.

Sad thing is, I won’t try to stop him.

Not even a little.

* * *

I expected him to take me just like he said, but he gripped my chin and told me to behave. Then before he left the room, he brought a bag in and dumped the contents on the bed. Boxes of tampons and pads filled the space, and I bit my lip from smiling as my eyes found his. He looks traumatized.

“This should do you for now. Behave and be a good girl. I meant what I said, Savannah, if you want freedom and you want to run the only way you’ll get that is if you kill me, and trust me, princess, I don’t go down easy.” He takes the knife from the spot beside me on the bed and lifts it, raising his eyebrows at me. I shrug playfully as he shakes his head and walks out. The familiar sound of the locks close behind him.

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