Page 98 of Goldsin

Hearing Lucian’s name freezes my blood. Every revolting touch he left on Julian’s body last night filters in, and it’s like I can feel him on me.

How can he act with such indifference? Does he seriously want me to attend a party after his father had the nerve to have his wife molested by another man?

What even is there to celebrate?

My fists clench at my sides.

“Victoria is attending, and you remember what Lucian wants us to do, don’t you? Or should he remind us?”

Oh, do my insides twist at the underlying meaning in his words.

If I don’t go, his father will punish him.

I can’t let that happen.

Maybe I can use the opportunity to ask Victoria out on a date. If what Julian said is true, she’ll eagerly accept my invitation, and once I have her alone, I can finally exact my revenge for her mother’s sins.

“Found you,” he whispers darkly in my ear, and a thrill goes through me. His arm snakes across my waist from behind and prevents me from moving away. “I’ll always find you.” The cold steel of his knife traces my neck, across my chest, and down my hips.

I feel so small, vulnerable, in his grip.

The blade reaches the hem of my underwear and in a swift movement slices the material in half. I gasp at the sudden loss of it, feeling my last shred of decency pooling at my feet.

If he moves his hand a little closer, he’ll be able to tell how wet I am. Despite my better judgment, I can’t help but ache for him—to chase this feeling he’s infusing within me.

“You’re so fucking tempting, golden one.” He nestles his nose in the crook of my neck while moving the knife higher up my body. With a flick of his wrist, he brushes the blade against my nipple before moving to the other one.

The more he does it, the harder they grow, and I grow wetter.

“You like this?” He licks the expanse of my neck. “Imagine what else I could do to you with this knife.”

His taunt sends waves of pleasure down my body, and an ache forms between my legs. I clench them together. But the moment I do, I feel how good it is tohave something rubbing at my swollen clit, and I can’t seem to stop.

I don’t notice the blade reaching my neck until it draws blood, and Julian bends down, sucking me dry. My head lolls back on his shoulder as I let him feast on me.

Gasps and moans echo in the silent human-size dollhouse.

Pressure builds between my legs. My own friction isn’t enough.

“Such pretty sounds you’re making.”

My eyes close, body arcing toward the heat radiating from his body. Something hard and cold parts my legs, circling my swollen clit and making me jump at its sensitivity.

“But I bet it’s nothing compared to the noises you’ll make when I really give you what you want.”

The handle of the knife thrusts hard into me, and I lose strength from the intrusion, legs wobbling as a scream rips from my lips.

Julian’s arm keeps me from falling, while the other one holds the knife he’s fucking me with. Drops of crimson fall down his wrist to the floor as he clenches the blade in his fist.

He angles the knife, and the handle pounds on the spot that turns my screams into moans, my vision blurring as I lose myself to the fullness he’s creating inside of me.

“That’s it.” He thrusts the slick handle in and out, brushing his finger over my sensitive clit and making my breath hitch. “Do you feel how wet you are for me? Howmuch you want me?” he asked huskily, biting teasingly on my shoulder.

I whimper.“Yes.”

I grip his hair, pulling his mouth back to my skin. His erection presses into my back, and I can’t stop thinking about having it inside of me. Filling me.

More, more, more, is all I can think.

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