I gasp, my pussy flinching with the sudden touch as the cool metal brushes over my aching clit, slowly moving further down. My pussy clenches, even more so when he starts moving in the opposite direction, teasing me as he drags the smooth handle back past my clit and away from my body.
He holds up the knife and I see my arousal glistening on the metal handle, but along with that, the small trickle of blood from the tip of the blade that rests in his palm. Marcus raises his hand until the glistening handle sits right between our faces, and just when he has my complete and undivided attention, his tongue slips out and rolls up the long edge of the handle, tasting everything I’ve got on offer.
“You say no,” he rumbles, his deep tone bouncing off the walls as he carelessly tosses the knife across the room. It clatters against the stone wall and falls to a soundless stop on my bed, sending a wave of relief pulsing through my veins. “But your body is screaming yes.”
There’s absolutely no denying it now. He’s seen the evidence for himself. So, knowing that I could be making one hell of a big mistake, I nod, feeling my gut twist with unease.
His fingers trail up my thigh and sail over my waist before finally coming to a stop at my shoulder. He takes the remaining black silk that hangs by my side and effortlessly tears it before doing the same on the other side and letting the silk fall away, leaving me vulnerable and scared. Though something tells me that he truly is here just to fuck. My sex-deprived little soul is screaming in elation, but my head is still warning me to be cautious.
He steps around me, slowly circling me as his fingers sail over my skin. I feel his sharp stare on my body, watching me closely and studying every inch of me while my heart races, not liking him out of my sight as he stands directly behind me.
My body trembles as he moves in close and I feel his hard cock straining against his pants as he presses his body up against mine. His hand softens against the curve of my ass and a breathy moan slips from between my lips.
My eyes widen.
Fuck. That was a bad move. It’s one thing letting him know that I’m down for a bit of senseless fucking but showing just how badly I need it is a mistake, one I’m positive that I will pay for.
His hand draws back and I brace myself, knowing exactly what’s coming next.
SLAP.
A loud, breathy gasp tears from my chest as the sharp sting sails through my body. My ass burns from the spank, but before I can focus on the throbbing, his hand curls around my body and slides down around my thigh.
Marcus raises it high and pulls my knee out to the side, opening me wide as his other hand curls under my ass and cups my pussy. He adjusts his fingers, capturing my clit between his pointer and middle finger before giving it a firm squeeze. “This is mine,” he tells me. “I own you. You’re not to give this up for anybody. Not Roman or Levi, or any sorry fucker who comes looking for you. Is that understood?”
Instinctively, I grind against his hold, desperate to feel his pleasure while fighting my inner thoughts, telling me that I should be bawling like a fucking baby in the corner of the room. “And if I say no?” I ask, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them.
The heat of his breath skims my neck, sending a wave of electricity straight to my core. “Are you asking me to stop?” he questions as his hard stare hits my fragile one.
“No,” I whimper, shaking my head, the desperation pulsing through me. I’d give anything for him to release my clit and give me what I need. “Please don’t stop.”
“Then tell me you understand.” His fingers squeeze just a little bit harder and I gasp, sucking in a shaky breath as I nod adamantly. “Say it,” he breathes into my ear.
“Only for you.”
Marcus responds by releasing my clit and rubbing slow circles over it, finally relieving the dull ache, but not nearly enough. I’m just getting used to his rhythm when his hands fall away and a whimper slips from between my lips, but before the disappointment pulses through me, he takes my waist and spins me, the chain effortlessly turning and whipping me around.
I come face to face with Marcus and see his deadly eyes focus on mine and remember who the fuck I’m dealing with. I shouldn’t be allowing this but now my body is far too worked up. On some level, I know this has to be a twisted joke and that he’s bound to leave me high and dry. Nothing is ever this simple with the DeAngelis brothers.