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One second, he is standing beside the bed. The next, he’s on top of it. I try to scramble up towards the headboard, but he grabs my thighs and yanks me down until he’s straddling my hips. He stares down at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. I buck my hips and try to push him off me, but he is as immovable as a mountain.
“I said, I hate you so fucking much,” I snap when it becomes apparent that I’m completely trapped.
“Good.” He leans down over me, bringing his face closer to mine. That cold sadistic cruelty that I think he lives off shines in his eyes as he locks them on me. “I am going to make you and your entire family crawl at my feet and beg me for permission to surrender.”
I shove hard against his shoulders, but I’m so physically outmatched against him that I can’t even manage to push him back one single inch. So instead, I grab the collar of his shirt hard. “If you come after me again, you will be the one begging to surrender.”
My heart jumps as he slides out a knife from his thigh holster. He spins it once in his hand before abruptly moving it to my throat. He presses the flat of the blade underneath my chin, forcing me to close my mouth and to keep it like that. One arch of his eyebrow is enough for me to release my grip on his shirt and spread my arms wide on the mattress.
A smirk dances over Kaden’s lips as he watches me. “You’re very cocky for someone so completely at my mercy.”
Adrenaline and dangerous desire flood my system as Kaden draws the knife down my throat. My heart pounds against my ribs. I suck in short, jagged breaths as he gently trails the sharp point down to my collarbones. When he reaches the spot between them, he pauses.
His eyes are filled with wicked promises as he levels a commanding stare on me. “You’re going to have to stay very still now.”
I don’t even dare to breathe as he brushes the knife down the center of my chest while his eyes stay locked on mine.
Electricity flickers through my skin and every nerve inside my body is on high alert.
With his eyes still firmly on mine, he traces the curve of my breast with his knife.
Dark desire flares through me.
A terrible throbbing sensation pulses through my clit as Kaden slowly circles my tit, drawing closer and closer to my nipple. I suck in rapid breaths. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my thighs clench. The knife moves closer. I stare, transfixed, at the blade closing in on my hard and aching nipple.
A gasp rips from me as Kaden gives my nipple a tiny prick.
Both a hint of pain and insane pleasure flood my body, and I squirm against the mattress.
Kaden’s other hand shoots out and grabs my jaw hard.
“What the fuck did I say about moving?” he growls.
Before I can reply, he slams the knife down on his bedside table and then yanks open the small drawer. I blink, trying to reorient myself. After the intense feeling of him tracing a knife over my skin, it’s difficult. And when I finally get my mind to work again, Kaden has already made his move.
“No, wait,” I blurt out as he finishes locking my wrists to the metal frame on his headboard with a pair of leather handcuffs.
With my arms spread and my hands trapped above my head, I kick my legs weakly as Kaden shifts around so that he is facing the other way. He just grabs my ankles one at a time, spreads my legs wide, and then locks them to the frame at the foot of the bed.
“Oh, come on,” I mutter, and yank against my restraints.
But he has spread my arms and legs so wide that I can’t even move an inch now.
Kaden turns around and then sits so that he is straddling my left thigh before reaching to grab his knife again. “I warned you not to move.”
“You try staying still when someone traces a knife around your nipple,” I grumble and scowl up at him.
With a knowing smile lurking at the corner of his lips, he moves the knife to my other tit and starts circling that as well. A shiver of pleasure ripples through me, and I have to bite back a moan.
“You like this.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and his tone is full of smugness.
“No,” I retort, trying to put as much conviction into my voice as possible.
His dark brown eyes gleam as he starts drawing the knife down over my ribs. “Then why are your eyes flickering with pleasure right now.”
Heat sears my cheeks. What is he, a mind reader? How the hell could he read my emotions that easily?
“Just admit it…” He brushes the blade over my stomach and then traces the curve of my hip. A wide smile spreads across his lips when a shudder racks my frame. “You’re a kinky little thing who likes knife play.”
