Page 95 of Goldsin

A little game—a taste before I get to feast on my meal.

Her steps mimic mine. I take one forward; she takes one back. She can’t escape me. And truthfully? I don’t think she wants to.

She may be scared, but she’s savoring it. Just as much as I am.

The back of her legs collide with a ping-pong table, putting a stop to her sad attempt to escape. Her hands spring up, slamming on my chest as I chuckle and push forward, curving her body until she lets her back fall on the flat surface.

I cage her under my body and flick her nipple with the tip of the blade, growing hungry at the little sounds escaping from those rosy lips.

“Open your eyes,” I order.

Her eyelashes flutter open on command, and my dick stirs at her compliance.

“Now don’t move.”

I retrieve the tray of cocaine. Trapping her back against the table, I use the knife to collect the powderand place it on her body, this time in shorter lines so I can take more of it.

I’m turning her into my own personal canvas. A perverse form of body art.

“Thanks for the fantastic idea,” I mock. “This already feels way less sad.”

“You’re a psychopath,” she breathes, breath hitching when I prick the skin with the point of the blade, mixing her blood with the coke.

“Keep the insults coming, love.” I lean down next to her ear and whisper, “They only turn me on more.” Then I take the first line of cocaine from her collarbone, nose burning as I incline my head and ride the first hit.

Not enough.

Moving down her body, I lick the line of her breast, sucking on the skin once the powder is gone until it turns red. She threads her fingers through my hair, and before she gets to pull me away from her, I pin her hands over her head.

I lick every part of her, sucking until the powder disappears and I’m desperate for more.

“Please,” she moans. Begs.

And I lose control.

Images from the last time she pleaded with me penetrate my mind.

“God, this wouldn’t hit as hard without your body to taste,” I groan.

This isn’t enough.

“Fuck it.” I brush the last lines off her body and onto the floor. “This.” I bite the underside of her breast, and she squeals. “This ismy drug.”

I bite, lick, taste every inch of her.

Her heavy breathing and rising moans are all I can hear as I spread my tongue down her navel until I reach the only patch of material still on her body.

Her body arcs, following my touch.

Needy. Desperate. Mine.

But there’s something I need to do first. Before I can indulge in her.

“Lucian is having a party tomorrow night.” I kiss around the hem of her underwear. “You need to be there. It’s an order.”

She tries to speak, but only shaky breaths reach my ears as I let my tongue run over the material, teeth delicately latching onto her clit before I do it again.

I free her arms and play with her nipple, making her body tremble. Her fingers find my hair in no time, and she tugs, failing to pull me from her.

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