“Yes, you are.” A curl tugged at the corner of his mouth. “And you’re getting off on it.”
“No, I’m not.” I was just trying to figure out my next move, which I almost had until he moved the blade up to my shoulder.
Suddenly I was back in my room, staring down the barrel of a gun.
I had two years to prepare for this moment.
I told myself that Preston had his fun and moved on, but there was always a twitch in the back of my mind. Deep down, I knew this was coming. I didn’t want to accept it.
I brought this on myself.
Preston sliced through one strap, then moved over to the other, and all I could think about was how close the tip was to my face.
My neck stretched in an attempt to keep my head out of danger. Not that it helped any. The second I moved, I was pricked.
I winced, and Preston tsked.
“I told you to stay still.”
Bastard was waiting for a reason to cut me.
A sting burned over my collarbone and down my chest, making me hate myself more. Because Preston was right, some part of me was getting off on this. As much as I wanted to deny it, the evidence dampened my panties.
I told myself that this was normal. The subconscious did all kinds of things to ease trauma. This was just my body’s way of preparing for my impending violation and nothing more.
Then his mouth clamped down around the cut on my shoulder.
Everything heated up.
The air filling the room, my breath, the sweat coating my palms, and even the mattress underneath me felt like it was on fire.
“So fucking sweet,” Preston growled while licking the blood off my skin.
A hot tongue slithering over my skin should not feel that good. Combine that with how his feral tone vibrated through me, and I was convinced this was definitely the result of residual drugs. Either way, Preston sure seemed to be enjoying himself.
I half expected to be cut again. Maybe a part of me wanted it? But it wasn’t the knife that dug into me. It was Preston’s teeth.
He pinched one nipple and bit down on the other. And it wasn’t a nice playful nip. It was hard, firm, and painful enough to make my back arch off the bed. Or at least I thought it was pain that did it. The humming buzz vibrating through my core would disagree.
I never thought I’d want to be cut or stabbed. But the longer Preston’s mouth was on me, the more I longed for the sting of his blade. Then my body might remember the danger we were in instead of giving in to a monster who toyed with lives for fun.
Despite the sensations clouding my mind, I still managed to keep some modicum of control.
My jaw clenched as I clamped my lips shut, turning whatever sound was trying to come out into a garbled muffle.
Preston didn’t like that.
He lifted up and glared down at me. “You’re holding back, Little Bird.”
I returned the challenge on his face with a challenge of my own. “Untie my hands, and we’ll see how little I am.”
“Tempting,” The corner of his mouth lifted in an almost smirk. “But I have another game in mind.”
Half a second later, my panties were gone. I wasn’t even sure how he did it. The knife was still in my view, and yet Preston managed to strip me completely. And all I had to mull over was the sound of tearing fabric and a brief snap.
“How did you do that?”
Preston’s brow rose. “Do what?”
