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She parts her lips instantly, tongue flicking out, and I swear I nearly lose it.
“That’s my good girl,” I mutter, sliding the knife down to rest against her inner thigh. “Now be still while I ruin this pretty little body.”
I grip the knife tighter, eyes dropping to the smooth handle.
“Do you trust me?” I murmur, voice low.
Her breath hitches, but her nod is instant. “Yes.”
Oh, that filthy kind of trust you can’t fake.
My cock twitches hard enough it’s painful. Fuck. It’s like she just gave me permission to be a monster around her.
I push her legs wider, kneel between them, pull her athletic leggings down, and press the cool handle against her soaked slit. She gasps, thighs trembling.
“You really are a dangerous little thing, letting me do this.”
I slide it in slowly, watching her eyes flutter and her lips part. I push deeper, inch by inch, until she’s stuffed full of it.
I stand and bring my lips to her ear, grazing it with my teeth.
“I want your pussy to remember this. I want every fucking nerve in you to know it was me who filled you like this.” She gasps. “Me who made you take it, want it, beg for it.”
She whimpers, her hips rolling, chasing more.
My filthy, perfect girl.
“I want more,” she mumbles.
I give it to her.
I groan against her neck, one hand pinning her wrist high above her head, the other shoving the knife deeper inside her.
“You’re so greedy.” I press her harder against the wall, my body flush to hers. “I like that.”
She moans, quiet but filthy.
“Keep your hands right where they are,” I growl, thrusting the knife into her deep, again, again. “Or I’ll tie them there.”
Her head falls back.
But then … footsteps.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh God,” she gasps, embarrassed.
I pull the blade out, flick it to the side, and grab her hand.
“Come on.”
My heart races and my cheeks burn at just the thought of the embarrassment I’d feel if anyone caught or heard us. Technically, we’re not hiding anymore, and I shouldn’t care, but I would die if a stranger saw me like this.
He drags me behind him through the dim hallway, past racks of weights and mirrored walls. We slip behind the false panel and into the sealed sauna chamber.
He doesn’t even wait.
He presses me to the wall, chest to my back, taking off his pants. I’m still shaking.
There’s movement outside.
