Page 66 of Christmas With The Kings
Steel flashed so fast it was almost impossible for my brain to catch up. My breath hitched as he drew his blade, the point gleaming under the car’s dome light. In one smooth flick, he cut a long strip from my dress. I gasped, clutching at the fabric.
“Ivan Matthew!”
He was teeming with energy, dominant and dangerous in a way I’d only seen once before. It made my belly flip, my thighs press tight. His jaw twitched, and he yanked me by my neck. That was normally a Reaper move, so it took me by total surprise.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, the sound low and dark enough to curl straight down my spine.
Holy shit.
If he thought my commitment to the holidays should be studied, he’d be blown away if he knew the way my body just reacted to the tone of his voice.Thatwould be worth studying. My pulse thudded against his palm as he squeezed a little tighter. The next thing I knew, he was tying the strip over my eyes, nice and tight, plunging me into darkness.
I whimpered, nerves and need tangling together. “Ivan…”
A rough hand slid into my hair, fisting it just enough to tilt my head back. His mouth followed, hot and unrelenting against my throat. He kissed down my neck, teeth grazing before he latched on and took a mouthful of flesh between his teeth. The mark he left burned, the perfect sting blooming into heat.
“Don’t push me, little girl,” he growled against my skin, his breath searing. “Your destiny’s already been signed. The Blades in charge now, andIwant you quiet.”
I whimpered again, shaking so hard I could feel the tremor in my knees. My fingers curled uselessly in the air. I was now effectively blind, trembling, and so fucking desperate.
The turn of the engine sounded.
“Sir, where are we going?” I asked, my voice shaky.
Instead of answering, he tapped the ring. My toy roared to life, vibrating so hard it stole the air from my lungs. Then his hand was between my legs, mashing the toy against my clit.
Within seconds, I shattered, a scream ripping from my throat, his name tumbling off my lips. My pussy clenched against the toy and his palm. There was no stopping it.
“Did you just fucking come?” He seethed, yanking his hand away.
“Yes, Sir,” I cried, a soft sob ripping from my throat.
“Tsk, tsk. Such a rule breaker. I thought you were going to be a good girl for me? You did so good all day controlling your body. Coming without permission has ramifications. You know what this means?”
“Oh, god. No, please.” I groaned.
He was the worst when it came to coming without permission. Whereas Alek and Nik were more lenient, maybe a spanking and delayed gratificationfor the next one, Ivan got off on making me come so much that I wouldn’t be able to walk.
“Not going to answer me proper huh? Now who is being the bold one. Very well. Mind repeating your safeword for me?”
“Why?” I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
Diabolical. That was the only way to describe this man.
As I groaned and mumbled my safeword, he laughed. He reached over and I jolted, feeling the heat of him. All my senses were on alert as he reclined the seat back.
“Lay back for me.”
Throughout the entire drive to our destination, he tormented me as he expertly controlled my body, making me come and come. The world spun as the darkness was my new companion, and I had no idea where fate was dragging me.
Truth was, I lived for these moments—loved nothing more than unleashing my beast. It was fun knowing that I had the power to provoke the side of him where he withheld nothing. He gave me it all.
I finally understood what all the traumatized women I’d talked to over the years meant when they said, all it takes is the right one. Because every sharp edge and calculated stroke of the Blade’s cruelty was wrapped in velvet control.
And I took it, greedy and writhing, because let’s be honest—this was never a game I didn’t want to play. What I hadn’t expected was the intensity. The sheer precision of it.
My legs were trembling, and my body shuddered in aftershocks. I lost track of how many times I’d come during our drive. I only knew that if he removed my blindfold, my mascara would be halfway down my cheeks.
