Page 79 of Undisputed Chaos
His smile was evil against my skin, his teeth grazing my skin as he whispered, "Good. They're two sides of the same coin. And I’m going to give you both.”
He was actually going to use the knife on me. My mind spun, dizzy with desire, making me desperate and needy.
The cool metal gleamed in the moonlight as Adrian adjusted his position, looming over me in the confined space.
His eyes never left mine as he slowly turned the knife in his hand, positioning the smooth jade handle toward my soaked panties.
My wrists strained against their bonds, not from a desire to escape but from the overwhelming need to touch him, to anchor myself in this beautiful madness.
“Perfection,” he breathed, voice thick with dark satisfaction as he dragged the handle tantalizingly slowly, just above the hem of my panties.
"So trusting, even when you're completely at my mercy. Even when I could do anything I wanted to you, and no one would hear you scream."
The handle moved with agonizing precision, each centimeter making my breath hitch.
When it finally reached the center of my panties, Adrian paused, eyes darkening as he eyed the damp fabric clinging to me.
"Fucking soaked already," he observed. "Dripping through these panties just from a little danger. My angel likes my knife, doesn't she?"
I nodded, unable to form words as the polished jade pressed against my clit through the thin barrier.
This was it—this was really happening. Adrian was going to claim me with his weapon, mark me, and I was drowning in how badly I wanted it.
"My angel's been having filthy thoughts, hasn't she?" he crooned, voice dropping to a mocking growl that made my core clench.
"Wondering what it would feel like to have something so dangerous so close to your pretty pussy. Wondering if I'd actually… do it."
The handle circled my core through the fabric, pressure firm and deliberate. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more of everything he was giving me.
I was flying, lost in subspace, every nerve ending singing with submission.
"Please," I whined, the word torn from somewhere deep and desperate.
Adrian's eyes flashed with triumph. "Please, what, angel? Use your words.” His grip on my throat tightened fractionally. “You can do it.”
I wanted him to ruin me; I wanted his mark on me forever. “The knife,” I pleaded, lost to desire, “I want it.”
"You need what?" he mocked, slipping the handle beneath the edge of my panties, the cool jade finally making contact with my heated flesh.
I cried out, back arching as far as the restraints would allow.
"I need you to fuck me with it," I sobbed, the words spilling out in a rush of honesty and desperation.
"Please, I want your knife inside me. I want to be claimed by something that's yours. Something that could destroy me, but won't because I'm yours."
He grinned, dark and satisfied. "That's my good girl. Begging for my knife like the dirty angel you are."
With a quick, precise movement, he turned the blade edge up and sliced through the thin material of my panties.
The fabric parted with a soft, surrendering sound that made him groan low in his throat.
He repeated the motion on the other side, the second cut even more careful than the first, his hand steady despite the desire evident in every taut line of his body.
The snipped panties fell away, leaving me completely exposed to the night air and his hungry gaze.
His jaw clenched, every muscle in his tattooed frame coiled as he drank in the sight of me, bound, spread, and absolutely dripping with need.
"So fucking wet,” he rasped, sliding the handle along my slit in slow, deliberate strokes. "Look how much you want it, angel. Soaking my knife before I've even fucked you with it."
