Dropping the ball to the floor, she crawls onto my lap before I can stop her, and pushes me back onto the bed. Straddling my body, she reaches behind her back for something. “I want to show you another trick.”
Hands on her thighs, I go to push her off, but her muscles vise around me, holding me captive. “I’m done with your tricks.”
“This one you’ll find useful.” A blade gleams in the corner of my eye as she twists it, smiling. “When you’re angry. It’s as easy as one long slice to release all that tension inside of you.”
Cold metal bleeds through my shirt when she sets the steel tip against my chest and pops one of my buttons. I don’t even bother to look where it falls. My eyes are riveted on hers, searching for any sign that she might plunge that blade into my ribs. Another button. Followed by another, until a wide gap shows off my bare chest.
“Just as fear can be an aphrodisiac, so can pain. If you learn to love and embrace it, you become invincible.”
The relentless pounding of my heart isn’t fear, but excitement, evidenced by the hardening of my body.
A cold burn streaks across my chest where she drags the blade, scoring my flesh, and I clench my teeth to the pain. “Fuck,” I grit, muscles flinching with the chasing sting. Never taking her eyes off me, she lifts the blade, showing blood running down the steel, which she licks away.
“You taste like rage and lust.”
Everything inside me begs me to throw her off and tell her to get the fuck out of my room. Instead, I grip the back of her neck, the rage exploding to the surface when I push her down onto the bed beside me. I swipe the blade from her hand and twist it in the same taunting manner as she had before.
Her lips part around a smile that I could cut from her face. “What do you wish to do with that knife?”
The blade is a quick diversion, and I stare at my distorted reflection in the metal. Without much prompting from my head, the cold steel is propped at her throat, my eyes locked on hers, as I reach down and tear away her panties beneath the dress. Furious with her.
One-handedly, I spring my dick from my pants.
She squirms beneath me, as if to fight me, but I’m stronger.
I wedge my legs between her thighs, and a cold sting smarts my cheek where she slaps me. The giggle that follows only goads my fury, and I press the blade enough to lift her chin.
“If I ever catch him fucking you again, I’ll take this knife and drag it across your throat.”
She lets out a moan.
A fucking moan.
Slamming my dick into her, I watch her eyes roll back, her tongue sweep over her lips.
Incoherent words in French dance around my head, while I rock against her.
“Tell me what you’re saying,” I demand.
Eyes weighted with desire, she gives a heavy blink and moans again. “I said fuck me harder, young master.”
So I do.
Chapter 15
Isadora
Present day …
When I was fifteen, Aunt Midge thought it’d be fun if I babysat one of the neighbor kids for extra cash. A little five-year-old girl, whose mom worked late into the afternoons, leaving her daughter with no one to pick her up from the school bus stop. I never had siblings, a pet, or anything that I might be remotely responsible for keeping alive, so I’m not sure where Aunt Midge got the idea this would be good for me.
For eight dollars a day, I met the kid at the stop, walked her home, and hung out watching mind-numbing episodes of Larva until her mom got home. Didn’t seem like such a bad gig, until, one day, she decided to change it up by asking if she could play in the backyard. It was fenced, so I didn’t think anything of it. About ten minutes before her mom was due home, I ventured out to call her in.
She didn’t answer.
I searched every corner of the yard.
Didn’t find her.
To say I was panicked was an understatement. I literally suffered an anxiety attack while racing through the house in search of her. Wheezing for air, feeling dizzy with the urge to pass out. Full on panic.
With only a couple minutes before her mom showed up, I happened to wander outside to check the front, and found her camped out in the middle of the