Page 75 of Dragonfly

“No. I’m giving you my knife.”

Savannah sucks in a breath. Her hand twitches, and I press the bottom half of the holster against her palm so she doesn’t drop it.

“Damien—”

“Don’t try to tell me you don’t want it. I won’t hear it. You need protection. If the incident with Ricky proved anything, it’s that not even having me near… or my bodyguard watching you… is enough to keep you safe. You don’t want your gun back. But you seem very comfortable with a blade.”

She gulps. “And you’re not afraid that I’m going to stab you again?”

I fold her fingers over the holster. “No. I’m not.”

Savannah stares down at the knife in her hand. She’s quiet for so long that I wonder if I fucked up—but then her head snaps back to mine, her hand tossing the half-open holster to the floor. The stiletto falls out of the sheath a little more.

We both pretend not to notice.

Savannah starts to jog in place. “So… are we going to spar now?”

This isn’t the reaction I was hoping for. Savannah taking me giving her my knife as some grand gesture of my affection for her and being so overwhelmed with gratitude that she strips and fucks me with the mirrors surrounding us… I’d been leaning toward that one.

But this is Savannah. Ragna mia.

And she’s perfect.

I roll my neck on its stump. “I’m ready when you are, my dear.”

“Okay. But first… let’s make a bet.”

Oh? “A wager? Gambling is usually the Sinners’ domain, but alright. I’m game. What are your terms?”

“We wrestle. If you pin me first, I’ll let you spank me. But I pin you?—”

My upper lip starts to curl on its own accord. “I’m listening.”

Her eyes seem to sparkle mischievously. “You’ll have to let me win to find out.”

“You know better. I can’t just let you win.”

“Oh. I know. But, believe me, you might want to.”

Savannah is probably right, but since I’m suddenly very interested in baring her ass to me and watching her squirm as I bring my hand down on it again whether I’m inside of her or not… I can’t see how I lose either way.

She’s gotten so much better since we started. It’s not as easy for me to overpower her, and she’s taken my tips to use her speed and slighter weight against her opponent. There’s also no denying that her time in the gym has made her stronger, too.

And, for some reason, she seems to really want to win this match.

Then again, so do I….

Just when I’m about to pin Savannah, the devious minx takes hold of my cock. Already so hard I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as we tussled, when she grabs me and tugs, it’s all I can do not to cream my pants like a goddamn teenage boy.

I don’t know how she does it. One second, I’m on top of her, grinding my hips as if I can fuck her fist. The next, she yanks, I moan, and now I’m on my back. I miss her touch as she releases my cock. Before I can lunge for her, though, she’s on top of me. Straddling me with a leg on each side, she presses her pussy against my lower belly, allowing my cock to nestle against her ass.

Her workout shorts are so tiny and so thin, it’s almost like she’s not wearing anything at all. Only she is, and so am I, otherwise one well-timed thrust might have my cock finding a hole of hers to lodge in.

Pussy. Ass. Right now, I’m so desperate to be inside this woman, to claim her again, that I’d take whatever she offered me… and, almost out of my head with lust, I start rocking my hip so that she knows it.

One hand plants on my chest. The other grabs for something. I can’t even tell what it is. My sole focus is grabbing at Savannah’s shorts, trying to shove them aside before I grab my own to free my cock—and that’s when I see a flash of fluorescent light against metal, see her hand move, and curse when my left ear suddenly feels like it’s on fucking fire.

It takes me a second to understand what happened. Well, that and seeing Savannah lift my stiletto to her lips, tongue darting out to play carefully with the tip.

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