Page 24 of Dark Daze

"That's my girl." Risking impaling himself on the knife, he leaned in to kiss me roughly.

I didn't move the knife away, but I did kiss him back until he broke it off.

"You're moving back to Dusk Bay," he stated. "I won't sue for custody if you do. One on condition—she knows who her father is. It's way past fucking time for us to be together. You and me and her. And Gunnar and Hilton too if that's what you want. I don't fucking care. You belong to me and you belongwithme. The rest, we'll sort out later. For now, put that fucking knife away. The only one around here doing any stabbing is me, into your pussy with my cock." He loosened his grip on my throat and tangled a hand in the front of my shirt.

I drew the knife back, but didn't put it away, not yet. I kept my eyes on him, because he made it all sound simple, and I knew he was still angry with me.

"You won't sue for custody?" I asked. "Why? The other day you were adamant."

"The other day I was pissed off," he said. "How would you feel if you learnt you had a kid you never knew about? That the woman you've loved since you were seventeen kept something important from you? You'd be angry too."

"I guess so," I admitted.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "You would have used the knife on me if I kept something like that from you." He tightened his grip on the front of my shirt.

"Is that what you want to do?" I glanced down at the blade.

"No," he said. "I want you with me, not dead." He kept me pressed against the wall and said, "Never lie to me again. I'll never lie to you either. I fucking love you." He kissed me roughly again.

"I shouldn’t, but I fucking love you too," I said when we came up for air.

I could have put the knife away, but instead I put a hand on his chest and shoved him back toward a chaise which sat against the wall.

"Now here's the Daze I know and love." He grinned.

"Shut up, Ric," I growled. "For once in your fucking life, shut up."

I pushed him back onto the chaise, straddled him and lightly pressed the blade to his throat.

"Some people would think I should cut your throat while I'm here," I said.

"What do you think?" he asked.

I looked at him thoughtfully. "I think you should stay very still while I fuck you." I started to undo the front of his shorts.

"And if I don't?" He looked at me sideways.

I pressed the knife against his skin until the tip drew a drop of blood. "That's what will happen."

The blood trickled down his neck.

He smiled. "How did you ever think you could get away from Dusk Bay? You're one of us, right down to your bones."

"It took the time away for me to see that," I said. "I'm not gonna say sorry for leaving. I'm back now." I shoved his shorts down and freed his erection.

"You never were good at saying sorry," he lifted his hips to help me push his pants down further.

"Neither were you," I told him.

"It's one of the things you love about me," he said.

"Maybe." I shrugged and pulled my skirt and panties aside so I could impale myself on his cock. I was so wet, I slid down all the way until he was balls deep inside me.

"I told you you would beg for my cock." He looked smug.

"I don't hear any begging." I sat on him firmly, unmoving.

"You have a knife to my throat," he pointed out. "You're not so much begging as you are insisting. Same thing as far as I'm concerned."