Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes, having no idea what Cain would do next. He’d shown that he was capable of all types of insanity when he held a knife.
Trust him. He said he wouldn’t kill me. He said it. . .I heard him.
Even with that knowledge, this experience was overwhelming, making me unsteady and struggling to breathe.
His dark voice lured me out of my terror. “You never answered my question?”
“What was that?”
Cain brought the sharp tip back to the center of my throat. One false move on my part or his, and that knife would stab through my skin and puncture my windpipe. “Is your pussy wet?”
I opened my eyes. “Maybe, you should see for yourself.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “Then, I would have to move one of my hands.”
Exactly.
“Touch yourself and then show me your finger.” He licked his lips. “I want to suck on it.”
“No.”
“You don’t want to show me what I already know?”
My pulse soared.
“I bet your pussy is soaking those thighs.”
I gritted my teeth, hating him for knowing my body better than I did. He was right. My pussy was wet and yearning for his devilish side. Already my arousal had dripped down and out of my pussy, running along my thighs and into the spaces between the folds of skin.
Cain slid the knife from my throat and placed the tip at the center of my chest, right between my breasts.
Panic struck me. My chest heaved in desperation. But, I didn’t struggle, not wanting to be accidentally stabbed. “Please, Cain.”
“Please, what?”
“Don’t write on me.”
“I won’t.”
I widened my eyes. “You won’t?”
“I won’t, but that’s only because I didn’t clean this knife.”
Terrified, I looked into his eyes. “I would rather you not do it because I don’t want you too.”
“And I would rather you admit that you love it when I cut you. That something inside of you has loved every cut and every drop of blood.”
I blinked. “I. . .kind of did.”
“That’s a debate for another day.”
“And what’s for today?”
Lust danced in his gaze. “I want you to experience an intense orgasm. I want to watch you explode all over my dick.”
I parted my lips, unable to speak.
“Can you do that for me?” He trailed the knife’s sharpened tip under my right breast. Goosebumps rose on my skin.
Then, he ran the knife along the swell of my breast and slowly circled it over and over, setting me on edge. With each rotation, the knife came closer and closer to my nipple, setting my flesh on fire and delivering haunting tingling sensations to my pussy.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against my mouth. “Are you wet, Phoenix?”
I refused to answer.
“Let’s make a deal.” He moved from my lips. “If you’re soaking wet, I’ll swear to lick all the juices up.”
My pussy clenched.
He brought the knife up to my stiff nipple.
Trembling, I tried to look down, but his hold on my head, kept my view on him.
“Keep those eyes on me.” He circled my nipple with the sharpened tip again. “I love how your pupils are dilating.”
My breathing returned to manic. My knees weakened. An ache spread between my thighs. There were sparks of desire bursting throughout my body as he tenderly rubbed the tip along my nipple.
A whimper left me, and I had no idea if it was fear or pleasure.
He grunted. “I wish I cleaned this knife.”
Just like in the soul coffin, my head began to fog. My adrenaline spiked even more. Dopamine flooded through me and everything became brighter. Every feature of the room felt heightened, like I could see flickering details in every inch of marble and even in every shadow.
Cain caressed me with that blade, sliding it along my bare skin and driving me mad with terror and hunger. It spiraled into me all at once. He flicked the tip along my nipple, not cutting the skin. . .but it was damn close.
I gasped and rode a wave of delirious desire.
He moved the blade down my sides and along my hips.
I trembled and squeezed my thighs.
His voice was hoarse. “Do you want me to stop?”
I hated myself, but. . .I had to admit. . .
“Phoenix?”
“No.”
“Good.” He brought the blade over to my pussy. “Because I wasn’t going to stop anyway.”
That same hot wave of terror and desire crashed into me.
Cain teased me more with the blade, caressing here and there. He knew my body so well it was like he had a map tattooed on his finger tips that guided him to the perfect spots.
Looking at him in shock, I moaned softly and arched my hips.
Hunger blazed through his eyes. “Touch your pussy for me.”
“Cain. . .”
“Now.”
With shaking fingers, I reached down and felt the soft bump of my pubic bone.
Cain moved his view from my face to my hands. “Yes. Spread those wet lips apart. Let me see how creamy you are.”