His other hand slips between my thighs, pressing against my clit through the thin lace. My eyes flutter closed. A moan slips out.
Then—sharp, soft pain just above my left breast.
“Eyes on me, malyshka.”
My eyes snap open, locking on his.
“Good girl,” he growls.
He leans down and licks the blood that wells at the surface.
I grind against his fingers, desperate for more.
“More, please,” I beg, breathless.
His eyes flash as he smiles crookedly.
He takes the dagger and slices through the waistband of my thong on both sides, tossing it somewhere across the room.
“You’re so wet for me already.” His voice is thick with arousal.
He runs a finger through my folds, and my hips buck up in response.
“I’m going to fuck this perfect cunt while I slice your pretty skin.”
I moan, the sound caught between pain and pleasure.
He slices through my bralette, baring me completely.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Hands stay here, pretty girl,” he murmurs, biting my lower lip.
I nod, eyes wide as he stands and shoves down his boxers.
His thick, pierced cock slaps against his stomach. I stare, hungrily.
He resumes his place between my legs, muscles flexing beneath inked skin.
I lick my lips, tasting the copper tang of blood still lingering there.
Kaz grips the dagger again, lines himself up with the other hand.
The blade traces a path beneath my right breast.
Then—he drives into me and nicks me at the same time.
My back arches, a scream caught in my throat.
I lose sight. I lose sound. I lose everything but him.
Chapter 14
Dario
I hear a scream.
All thoughts leave me as I head straight for the master bedroom.
