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I licked my lips and undid the button of his jeans before sliding down the zipper. I pushed them down far enough for his erection to spring free. He was already hard and ready.

I glanced at his face before carefully sliding the side of the knife down his length and back up again.

"Holy shit." He swallowed audibly. "Sweetheart, that is…" His hips rolled, equally careful, obviously mindful of the damage I could do to him right now.

I replaced the knife with my tongue, licking him from tip to balls and back again.

He quivered. "Mina…"

I set the knife aside and pulled my singlet off over my head and onto the floor. He gripped the waistband of my leggings and tugged. I half stood to pull them off, before lowering myself back onto him, dressed only in a bra and panties.

I picked the knife back up, and once again brought it to his throat. While I pressed lightly, he snuck a hand between us, over the gusset of my panties.

It was my turn to quiver.

Taking that as his cue, he tugged my panties aside and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my clit.

I swallowed down a ball of nerves and positioned my pussy over his cock. Blade poised in one hand, I slowly lowered myself onto him.

Until now, I was acting on instinct, and having read a lot of smutty romance books. I'd never imagined doing this myself, much less taking the lead. But the knife in my grip gave me confidence like nothing else could. It made me feel both safe and powerful.

Nothing and no one could touch me, unless I chose to let them.

"Don't be scared to draw blood," he said, rubbing more firmly on my clit.

My tongue slid over my lips. I nodded. I pressed down until a bead of blood formed on his throat. The sight was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

"Mmm, yeah," he groaned. He thrust up slowly, taking his time to enjoy every moment.

I moved to a different spot, a centimetre from the first, and pressed down until blood sprang from the small incision. It trickled over the tattoo on the side of his neck, and onto the floor.

Once, twice more, I cut into him, always gentle, always shallow, my desire rising with every stroke of his thumb.

"I'm going to come," he said, sounding pained with the effort from holding back. "Come for me first."

With one last incision, I came, bucking slowly, holding my hand steady so the blade only went exactly as deep as I wanted it to.

He came a few moments later, eyes shut, expression one of total bliss as he spilled himself inside me. Cum flooding warm and wet like the blood that dripped onto the hardwood.

I sagged down over him and pulled the knife away. I breathed in heavily, inhaling the scent of sweat, blood and him. The most heady combination I ever remembered smelling in my life.

"See, I like knives," he said finally.

I laughed, deep and husky in the back of my throat. "So do I."

He chuckled. "I thought you might. That's why we fit so well together. We both like blood, death and sharp objects."

"Three of my favourite things," I said.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Mine too. After you. You're on top of me and my top four."

I rested my head against his chest and exhaled softly. Content to lie there for a while and be alive.

CHAPTER 3

MINA

Reuben sat behind his desk, hands in front of him, fingers laced together. To anyone who didn't know him, he'd appear calm and composed.