“Stay with me?”
He looks at me for a moment, then nods.
I try to keep my eyes open as he undresses, but they’re too heavy. I feel the mattress dip as he crawls in beside me and pulls me close.
Wrapped in his body heat, I drift off.
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I wake tangled in Kaz’s arms; my body pressed against his. I sigh, enjoying the warmth, the security.
His hand trails up my thigh, fingers curling around my hip.
Is it bad that I want him? Probably.
Do I care? Not really.
He wasn’t the one spewing bullshit earlier—in fact, he looked anything but impressed.
I turn in his arms to face him. His eyes are already on me.
I reach up and cup his cheek, my thumb brushing his plump lips.
“Am I allowed to want you?” I whisper.
His eyes close for a beat. He takes a deep breath.
“You can want me, dusha moya,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp. “But I’m not gentle. I like certain things that might not be your speed.”
My breath catches at the thought of him taking me—using me.
I think of all the kinks I’ve read about. The ones that soaked my panties.
“I, uh… there are things I’ve read about,” I admit, my cheeks heating.
A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest, and my thighs press together instinctively.
“What’s your favorite thing you’ve read about, moon?”
His hand glides along my thigh again, teasing. My heart pounds.
“Well… my favorite is… uh… knife play.”
The groan that comes out of him is easily the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I can feel my panties dampen. My hips grind forward, seeking friction.
“You want me to make you bleed, kroshka?” His voice is pure sin. “Or would you like me to fuck you with a blade to your throat?”
A whimper escapes my lips. “Yes. All of it—yes.”
Before the words are even fully out, he pins me to the mattress.
He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs one of the daggers I keep there.
Kneeling between my spread thighs, he towers over me, his frame solid and terrifyingly beautiful.
He runs the blade across my collarbone. I hold my breath.
