Bitter Queen (Advantage Play #4) - Kelsie Rae Page 0,25
of her thumb along the dull blade.
“See?” I prod. “Fake.”
“Okay. What do I do with it?”
“Try to stab me.”
Eyes widening, she jerks back. “What?”
“It’s fake,” I reiterate. “I want you to try to stab me with it so I can show you how to counter the move. Then you can try.”
“He never tried to stab me.”
“Yeah, but he could’ve, which is why you were paralyzed anytime he threatened you with it. Am I right?”
Her white teeth dig into her lower lip before she concedes, “Good point. So I just…try to stab you?”
“You’re cute when you’re flustered. Yeah. Just try to stick me with the pointy end.”
A ghost of a smile stretches across her face before disappearing. “Okay, Jon Snow.”
“You liked the Game of Thrones reference?”
“I may have dabbled in the series. But only the books,” she clarifies.
“You read Game of Thrones?”
“Maybe.”
My cock hardens as my mind conjures an image of her reading––naked––in my bed.
Then she lunges, and the picture evaporates into thin air. I grab her wrist and use a pressure point while twisting her arm at the same time. The prop clatters to the ground almost instantly.
Shocked, she murmurs, “How did you—?”
“I’ll show you. Props for striking while I was distracted, by the way,” I add with a smirk. Then, in slow motion, I perform the same movement and make her try it on me. It takes over a dozen tries before she finally gets the hang of it. But when she does, her face lights up like the Fourth of July.
“I did it,” she pants with a look of triumph.
“You did it, Blue.” My chest swells with pride. “How else would he try to use the knife to threaten you?”
She bites the inside of her cheek but doesn’t get lost in her past as she answers, “Against my throat.”
“Behind you or in front of you? And while you were laying down or standing?”
Dropping her chin to her chest, she reveals, “All of the above.”
“Then let’s get started.”
The next few hours go by in a blur of Jiu-Jitsu, self-defense, and repetition until she’s comfortable with a blade pressed to her throat. And the best part is that she hasn’t used her safe word. She’s getting stronger.
“You’re doing well,” I praise her with my ass on the ground a few feet away from her.
Lying on her back, she tucks her hands behind her head and looks up at the ceiling. “Thanks.”
“What else do you want to work on?”
Her eyes snap to mine, but I can see the indecision in her gaze.
Sensing her hesitation, I press, “What do you want, Q?”
“I want you to teach me what to do if he…if he gets me on my back.”
The last time we were here, she lost her shit. I don’t want that to happen again. But she’s right. We haven’t tackled the one position that terrifies her most. The one we haven’t faced since the day she used her safe word. And I’m just as scared as she is to hold her down, straddle her thighs, and teach her how to get out of it.
“You sure you’re ready?”
She scoffs. “I’ll never be ready, D. But it’s like you said…I can’t let him win, right?”
“Right.” Rubbing my palm down my face, I kneel down and crawl over to her. She’s in a pair of running shorts, but they’ve ridden up a few inches since she’s on her back. My brows furrow when I notice the angry red marks slashed across her upper thighs.
“What are—?”
“They’re nothing.” Her knees snap together before she stretches her legs against the ground, cutting off my view.
“Q….” My voice trails off. I don’t know what the hell I should say.
Her tone is hushed and indifferent as she answers, “I told you he liked knives, remember? Now let’s get this over with.”
The weight of the world feels like it’s on my shoulders as I straddle her legs. But she doesn’t need my pity right now. She needs my strength. And I’m going to give it to her.
“What’s your safe word?” I demand.
“I know what it is. Just get to the point, D,” she huffs. Her anxiety is making her testy from her current position, so I don’t let it bother me.
Jaw tight, I weave my fingers into her short, silvery-blue hair but keep my grip loose. “Your instinct is to get away when you’re in this position. To wiggle backward, right?”
She nods and tries to do exactly that, but it’s pointless. I just need to tighten my grip, and she’ll be