Page 53 of Pretend
I brush my fingertips lightly against his scars, and he closes his eyes, relishing my touch like a dream. I run my fingers through each of them. They’re soft and smooth, a pale pink tone insinuating they’re mostly healed.
“You’re…beautiful, Mr. Hannibal.” His breathing slows down, and his shoulders relax when my lips utter complete candor. He registers my words and lets me run my hands through his dark waves of hair. I just want to feel him…every part of him. Suddenly, his eyes pop open like he’s in a frenzy, and I’m about to be devoured.
“Fuck it.”
When he says those two words, my heart jumps, my whole body coils into him, and I melt into his arms.
Daegan doesn’t waste any more time. He kisses me, not letting me say another word. His beard pokes into my skin, and there’s an immediate intrusion of his tongue. Both of our mouths open wide, tasting each other, getting lost in each other's ruthless passion. Hints of whiskey and liquor are still going strong with a bit of cigarettes.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Alessia.” He growls against my mouth in between kisses. My heart drops, and my brows pinch together in disappointment. He bites my lip, sucking on it. Tugging it from my bottom teeth so hard, a moan slips into the thick sexual tension that swallows us. “If I don’t,” he pauses, which sends me searching frantically for the reason why. We’re grinding our hips against each other desperately. My throbbing sex searches for relief, but he halts his pace. I open my eyes to see him holding the knife in front of me.
“If I don’t bury my cock deep inside my assignment’s pussy, I’m not breaking the rules, right?” He arches a brow, and a sinful smile spreads across his face like wildfire. His eyes darken, and they scream bad intentions. Bad intentions are a new era I’m eager to dive into, and I’ll do it headfirst with this stranger.
“I guess not, Mr. Hannibal,” I breathe out, panting for the air the devilish man in front of me has stolen. Hesitation laced in my tone as he waves his knife in front of me manically.
Why is the knife coming into play?
“Since my knife turned you on at El Devine, I need you to show me just how turned on it makes you while it’s inside your cunt.” His deep voice demands, low and husky, against the shell of my ear like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.
He elicits a squeak from my throat. My eyes bulge, my breathing screeching to a halt as I contemplate his request. Does he mean what I think he means?
He starts kissing my neck, his fingers reaching for my towel, pulling it below my breasts, exposing my hard nipples.
“Fucking hell, Valentine.” His eyes are glued to my naked chest. His palm goes straight to touch me, and he squeezes one breast while holding the knife in the other. The blade is now back at my throat, moving down my chest slowlylike he wants to cut me but doesn’t. He’s soaking up my nakedness with his feral eyes, and I watch one wavy strand of dark hair fall over his forehead.
The cold steel continues to trail in the middle of my breasts, down to my core, stopping right above my belly button. He slaps one of them, causing them to bounce, and he growls.
“Oh,” I moan harshly, practically begging him to fuck me. I’m melting into downright despair for his cock. I want to feel him so badly. This night feels like the longest one of my life, but I’m not complaining.
He moves forward, and I stop breathing when his mouth is a centimeter away from touching me. “You. Are. Magnificent,” he breathes against my nipple right before he puts me in his mouth and sucks hard.
“I want to cut the eyeballs out of any man that has looked at you the way I am right now.” He murmurs in between his mouthfuls.
“Mmm,” I purr, biting my lip so hard the pain ricochets back as he continues to tongue my nipple. My gaze jumps from the ceiling to the top of his head. He sucks on them, nibbling on my points, and I arch further into his bulge—the urge to pull down his pants infecting me.
“Do you have any limits, Alessia?” His question catches me off guard.
“I…uh…”
He pulls down my towel entirely, leaving me in my laced pink thong.
“I’m not a virgin, but…I’ve never been kissed down there. I’ve only ever been with Jack, since college, he?—”
His blade is at my mouth, hushing me as he presses it against my lips. His eyes narrow like I’ve struck a nerve.
He tsks, before his husky voice fills my ears. “Don’t ever breathe that asshole’s name again,Alessia.”
Why am I so scared yet so fucking turned on by his primal need? The way he’s claiming me right now has me in a chokehold.
“It won’t happen again, Daegan.”
“Good girl.” He praises me as he kisses my neck. His tongue licks the bottom of my collarbone, trailing it all the way to my jaw like I’m a dessert.
“I just…I don’t know my limits because they’ve never been tested or pushed,” I confess, with embarrassment colored all over my face.
“What?” He growls. “You're telling me you don’t know whether you like to be fucked hard? Fast or slow? Or choked until there’s tears rolling down these pretty little cheeks?"
“No, I?—”
