“Yes.”
“Then it’s decided,” Crash said, his mouth set in a grim line as he banged the gavel down. “Zach will meet with Vice President Damien in two days. Listen to me, brother,” he said firmly. “You keep in contact with me at all times.”
“I’ve done this dozens of times. And in more precarious circumstances than this. We all remember what happened with Gab…”
“Let’s not bring that up again,” I hurried to add, hearing Vienna’s sharp intake of breath.
“Agreed,” Crash nodded his head. “Meeting adjourned.”
“You better make Bee’s coming home party a good one, considering it might be the last one Zach ever takes part in.” Vienna laughed, earning him a slap around the back of the head from Crash as we all left the room.
I shook my head and ignored them, my thoughts going back to the half-naked woman waiting for me in the bedroom.
Chapter 38
Rachel
I was still lying in bed, still in nothing but my leather jacket and thong, waiting for Dante to finally arrive, when my phone pinged with a message.
If you want me to stop, knock on the desk.
I frowned at my phone, rereading the message a few times, trying to understand what the fuck he was on about now, when my door was kicked open, and Dante came in wearing his skull balaclava.
I instantly sat up, giving him my full attention as he kicked the door shut behind him. With his eyes on mine, he undid his belt and pulled it through the holes, the leather snapping in the air.
He held it between both hands, slowly approaching me. I swallowed heavily, just before he wrapped the belt around my neck and tightened it to the point where swallowing became painful.
He pulled me to my knees, nodding his approval when he noticed I was still more or less naked beneath the leather jacket, and then grabbed my wrists. Pulling a chain out of his pocket, he secured both wrists together before laying me flat on the bed and tying them to the bedpost.
He still didn’t say a word, but he pulled gently on my arms, indicating he wanted me to do the same to test the strength of the knotted chain. I did as I was told, and he nodded once more, noticing it didn’t have much give.
Next, he pulled a knife and a blindfold from his pocket. He placed the knife on my stomach and wrapped the blindfold over my head. Like the obedient little bitch I was, I raised my headslightly so he could wrap it around the back of my head. And then I waited.
I sucked in a breath as he picked the knife up and then ran the blade over my stomach in small scratches. He flipped it and then used the handle to push open my leather jacket.
He tutted at me, and the knife went back down my stomach, the blade slapping against my pussy. “Didn’t I tell you to stay exactly as you were?” He said, his voice muffled from the Balaklava.
I suppressed a grin, not wanting to ruin the moment with any comments. I sucked in a sharp breath as the knife buried under the material of my underwear and, with one sharp tug, he sliced it open at my hip. He ran the blade across my hips, over to the other side, before he sliced that one in half too, pushing the material out of his way.
The cold blade travelled back up my stomach, making me hiss as it scratched against my skin. I heard him move and felt the bed dip with his weight as he straddled me, bringing the knife to my throat at the same time he leant over me to whisper in my ear. “I can see every last, tiny way your body responds to me, Rachel. From the goosebumps that chase my knife up your body, to the way your thighs clench every time I go near your pussy. Every tiny detail stands out to me. I could watch you all fucking day.”
He pressed the blunt side to my neck, and then I felt my hands being moved ever so slightly until my fingers were brushing against the wooden bedside table.
Knock if you want me to stop.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered into my ear, his tongue stroking along the sensitive lobe. “Stay still like the good little slut you are, and you won’t get hurt. Fight me, and you’ll live to regret it.”
I gripped the table as the knife travelled down my chest and then the cool blade pressed against my nipples.
“Do you like that, Rachel? Do you think I could pierce the skin here?” he said, pushing the tip of the knife against the side of my tit. I sucked in a breath and pushed upwards, daring him. He chuckled at me, a sound that was fucking sinful, and pressed the knife in deeper.
I gave a small yelp of pain, and the knife was moved, going back to circling my nipples.
“Are you scared yet?” He murmured, his body travelling down mine, only inches ahead of the knife. His weight left me as he knelt at the bottom of the bed, and he used the handle of the knife to spread my pussy lips open.
He exhaled sharply as he took in how wet I could feel I was and then ran the knife up and down the length of me, covering it in my juices.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured a second before he pushed the knife inside me.
