Page 79 of Merciless Prince
When he was done, he stepped back, watching me with cool indifference. One hand slipped into a pocket and emerged with a gleaming knife.
I raised my eyes to meet Killian’s gaze. “Your fake knife torture won’t work this time,” I said through gritted teeth. “So don’t bother.”
He smiled and stepped closer, letting the tip of the knife hover over my chest. Then he pressed it against the bare skin beneath my collarbone. I yelped as it pricked me and winced as a tiny bead of blood appeared.
“This one is real,” Killian said. “But, contrary to what you might think, I don’t always enjoy inflicting pain on people.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I muttered.
“I’m serious.” His cruel smirk widened, and he guided the knife down the satin cami, splitting the top half of it open so that my breasts were exposed. “Why cause pain when you can cause pleasure? Especially when it can have the same effect.”
I scoffed as I realized what he was hinting at. “If you think you can tease answers out of me with orgasms, you’re really barking up the wrong tree.”
He raised his brows. “Is that so?”
I nodded. “I’ve never come with a guy before.Ever.”
That wasn’t true—not since I met the mystery man at the masquerade a few weeks ago—but Killian didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t like he had the same magic touch that could make me melt like butter and give in to every command like I was a toy built to get him off.
“You’re lying,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement as his fingers twisted my right nipple.
“I’m not. Go ahead and try. It won’t work,” I replied, keeping my head held high.
Still smirking, Killian worked my breasts with his free hand, expertly toying with my nipples until they were stiff points. I gritted my teeth, trying my best to ignore the tingling sensation. They were just nipples. Any touch could get them hard. It was a basic biological response.
His hand slid lower, down to my satin shorts. His other hand followed, carefully slitting the front of the shorts open with the knife. I sucked in a deep breath, eyes widening as I watched the tip of the blade move down, resting only millimeters from my pussy.
Killian’s free hand moved closer. The second his fingertips delved into my folds, my clit began to throb like an electrical storm was surging through my body. I closed my eyes and let out a desperate little moan.
“See? You’re a little liar,” Killian muttered against my ear, rubbing my clit in slow circles. “I know what you like. I remember everything.”
The truth hit me like a cold slap in the face. Killian was Mystery Man.
“No,” I whispered, eyelids snapping open. “You can’t be...”
Killian’s lips curved up in a cruel smirk. “Can’t be what?”
“Him.From the masquerade.”
“You really didn’t figure it out until now?” he said. He slid two fingers as deep into my pussy as they’d go, making me gasp. “You’re such a slut, Shay. Getting wet for a total stranger. Letting him fuck you without a word.”
His words left me reeling with a mixture of guilt, shame, and desire. Part of me felt violated, because I wouldn’t have slept with the masked man if I knew it was him. At the same time… what the hell did I expect to happen when I debased myself with a random stranger? I knew he could be literally anyone. A married man. A crazy guy. Someone I hated. But I still said yes. That was all that mattered in the end. I gave full consent.
I couldn’t believe it was Killian, though. How could someone I hated so much be the only guy who’d ever brought me pleasure? And what the hell made him decide to sleep with me in the first place? Was it just another way to mess with my mind?
“Why?” I gasped out as little jolts of electricity shot through me, making my core ache. “Why would you sleep with me? You hate me.”
He didn’t respond. Just kept rubbing at my pussy, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
Something else occurred to me. If Killian had been spying on my dorm with secret cameras, then that meant he had a recording of us from that night when he blindfolded me and handcuffed me to my bed before fucking my brains out.
He could have used that sex tape to blackmail me into keeping quiet, but instead he and his friends tricked me into making another tape at the Hellfire initiation party. A much tamer tape, really, because there was no penetrative sex in it. Just blowjobs and fingering.
That meant…
“You didn’t want the others from the Hellfire Club to know what you were doing with me, did you?” I said.
“I doubt they’d be happy to see one of their leaders sleeping with the enemy,” he replied in a low voice, eyes lingering on my breasts.
