Knox shrugs. “At least you won’t get an infection.”
“My turn,” I say, reaching for the knife again, but Aspen grabs it first.
“Can I?” she asks, crawling toward me on the mattress.
My cockjoltsat the sight.
“Of course.” I hand it over.
She presses it to my chest, but she’s too soft, barely scratching the skin.
“Gotta go deeper, doll.” I tilt her chin up, smirking. “Don’t tease me.”
“I don’t think I can,”
Before she can finish, Knox moves behind her, covers her hand with his, andpresses. The blade bites.
“Good girl,” I groan as she finishes the last line.
When she’s done, she keeps the knife. She moves to the head of the bed, lying back like a fucking queen.
“Okay,” she says, eyes flashing with wicked amusement. “Who’s going first?”
We all freeze.
Ryker tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
“It’s my turn.” She taps the soft skin above her breasts. “Each of you will carve your initial.”
Knox’s facedrops.
“Not gonna happen, pet,” he growls, stepping forward to take the knife.
But she sits up, holding it way too close to her body.
“Aspen.” His hands twitch at his sides.
“You either do it, or I do it myself,” she says, locking eyes with me. “You cut me already!”
I breathe out. “I did. But those were shallow, Aspen. If you want a scar…”
“It’ll need to be deeper. I know.” She lifts her chin. “I don’t give a shit.”
She presses the tip against her chest.
“I’ll go first,” Knox growls, jaw tight.
She stares him down. “If you leave with the fucking knife, Reaper, I swear to God I’ll bite your dick off.”
The room goessilent.
Then Maxsnorts. “Jesus, Aspen,” he mutters, laughing.
“Give me the damn knife, brat,” Knox says, raising his hand.
She passes it to him without hesitation.
“Lay back,” he orders.
