Page 31 of Trapped

I lifted my chin, smiling. “You paid for me already. There’s no need for posturing.”

He raised the knife, its edge catching the light. “This is about trust.”

My pulse pounded. “Holding a knife to my throat will make me trust you?”

Santino took a step closer. “It’ll make you realize just how deeply I own you.”

I shrugged, my heart racing. “Do it then.”

The hunger in his eyes grew more intense. “Are you sure?”

“Show me how much you own me.”

“You can say no. You don’t have to?—”

I reached up, pulling him to me and cutting him off with a kiss. A bold move, but that was the rhythm we danced to. His shock melted into fervor, and his hands moved to my waist, gripping me as though I might free myself. A hand slid down, grabbing the back of my thigh while the other held the knife.

The flat of the blade tapped my leg, a cold promise. My thighs parted for him. He broke the kiss, a wicked grin curling his lips as he trailed his tongue over my lip, a tease that left me aching. He gave it a playful lick and tugged at the neckline of my dress, his eyes gleaming. The knife slipped under the strap, the edge grazing my collarbone. A dark thrill shot through me.

Slowly, he sliced through the strap. It snapped, and my dress fell, exposing my breasts. Cool air stung my nipples before his warmth chased it away. He kissed my curves, licking and nipping. The blade followed his scorching mouth.

He descended, each kiss inflaming my skin. When he reached the juncture of my thighs, he looked up.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m a little nervous,” I whispered. “But I still want you.”

“Good. I’m going to make you feel everything.”

His mouth covered my pussy. His tongue lashed my slit, and warmth bloomed inside me while electrical shocks jolted me. A hard edge pressed into my thigh as I arched against him, my hands tangling in his hair as I struggled to stay grounded.

I swallowed down a ball of nerves. My heart was a bird, its wings beating against my ribs. All my senses honed in on the knife as he scraped it from side to side, so light it tickled. His mouth made it feel so good, but all I saw was the blade.

I gasped, my body trembling. “Please, I need?—”

“What do you need?”

“You.”

He made a pleased sound and returned to licking. Wet heat sank inside me, frantic, thrusting. Every hot swirl felt like a lightning strike. The knife charged every sensation, making the pleasure more intense.

It pressed harder, biting into my skin just enough to remind me of its presence. My eyes kept snapping to the mouthwatering view of Santino between my legs, his face buried in me. He suckled on my clit, and I whimpered.

He lifted his head, his attention rapt on my face. Pure greed lit up his face.

“Santino.”

He chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, he plunged deeper, his mouth working me into a frenzy. I cried out, my body tightening as desire coiled within me like a tight spring.

My thighs tensed, and I shattered, the knife’s cold kiss the only thing anchoring me to reality. I trembled with the force of my release and collapsed back, panting, swirls of color dancing in my unfocused vision.

Santino undid his belt, the metallic clink cutting through my heavy breaths. He dropped his slacks to free his hard and throbbing cock.

“Legs up,” he ordered.

My calves slid over his thighs, opening for him as he stroked his cock. He pulled apart my folds, exposing me to his hungry gaze.