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“What are you doing?”
Ignoring her, I go to my boots by the door, fishing out the pocketknife I keep hidden in them and I return to her, holding it up.
“You sure you wanna make me bleed, Princess?”
Biting her lip, her cheeks flushed, she looks like every man’s wet dream with the way she’s sprawled out naked on my floor, holding herself up on her elbows.
“Yes.” She admits, and I gesture to my crotch.
“Get my dick out and give it some attention, and then you can make me bleed.”
Her gaze falls to my practically unzipped fly, and a look of trepidation crosses her face.
I get it. She’s remembering. She will have to get on her knees to get to my cock and the last time she did that was at Dirty Diamonds when I held a gun to her head.
Fuck.
I’m about to lower myself to my knees when she finally moves, determination morphing her expression. She doesn’t waste any time, her hands making quick work of opening my jeans and freeing my dick. Her hand looks small wrapped around it, giving its girth a squeeze before she starts slowly pumping it.
Using my free hand, I push the back of my jeans down over my ass, causing them to pool below my knees, and I awkwardly step out of them as Zoe remains focused on my dick, her hand moving up and down my shaft.
My shirt is next as I quickly peel it off, tossing it somewhere to the side, not willing to take my eyes off Zoe.
Peering up at me through the fan of her dark lashes, Zoe’s blue eyes are bright as she licks her lips and leans in closer.
Her tongue darts out, flicking over the head of my cock and I suck in a breath, not expecting it.
“You don’t have to take me in your mouth.” I grit my teeth wanting to say the complete fucking opposite.
The need to fist her hair and force her mouth open is almost like a compulsion I can’t fight. But I do. Some fucking how, I do.
“Don’t you want me to… suck it?”
Fuuuck me. Her words. The innocence in her tone. The sweetness behind her fucking eyes. It makes a man want to fucking corrupt her.
“Yes.” I grunt, “I wanna fill your mouth so fucking much.”
The sweetness I saw a moment ago falls from her face as a sinister grin replaces it.
“Then why are you holding back?” she asks, fluttering those dark fucking lashes.
“Because,” I hiss. “I want you to know it doesn’t have to be like that.”
“Like what?” She cups my balls, gently rolling them in her palm before slowly dragging her tongue across my tip.
“Like at Dirty Diamonds.” My dick jerks in her grasp, wanting more when she releases my balls.
“You mean you don’t want to force your cock down my throat against my will?”
Dread fills my gut at her words, and I shake my head. “No. Never again. If I could take it back, I would.”
Her blue gaze darts to my hand, and she gestures with her head. “But you could force me. Couldn’t you? You have a knife.”
A deep rumble sounds in my chest as my hand tightens around the knife.
“The knife is for you.”
To show her I’m serious, I flip the blade out before offering her the hilt. “My dick and balls are off limits, but the rest of me is your canvas.”
