Page 102 of EverGreene
“In a real-world scenario, you would have the leverage and would be squeezing my neck hard enough to hopefully make me lose consciousness and buy you enough time to roll me off of you and run away.”
I drove my hips into him, rolling him over onto his back.
“Perfect, except you would run away and not continue to straddle your attacker while grinding your pelvis into his crotch.”
“Well, that’s no fun.” I looked between Loche’s hands and the ropes, smiling.
“I don’t like that look on your face, Nevermore.”
“Shh.” I placed my finger over his masked mouth. “Stay put.” Loche’s duffel bag was still open and in arms reach. Fingers finding the strap, I pulled it over to us, rifling through it until I found his bandage wrap. “Take your shirt off,” I ordered him, pulling a strip of the bandage from the spool.
“Are you going to ask your attacker to strip for you, too?”
“Depends on how hot they are.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel him scowling at me through his mask. Despite that, he sat up and stripped off his t-shirt as I grabbed his wrist and proceeded to tie it to one of the ropes lining the perimeter of the ring, repeating the same with the other wrist.
“There.” I tossed the bandages back inside the duffel bag and dusted off my hands. “The threat has been neutralized.”
“Effective if your threat was really no threat to you at all.”
I moved my hips over the bulge of Loche’s erection, drawing out a gasp from him. “I don’t know, I think you may be packing some serious heat.”
“Ever.” His voice came out as a hybrid between a croak and a moan.
To add fuel to the fire, I stripped off my tank top, exposing my breasts. Between my legs, Loche’s cock twitched. Eyes never leaving his face, I stood up, teasing him with my hands by trailing down my abdomen and to my waist, where they reached for my skirt and pulled both it and my thong down. Now completely nude, aside from the holster wrapped around my leg that housed my thigh knife, I kicked my clothes to the side and straddled Loche on my knees while reaching for the waistband of his jeans, undoing the fly and tugging both his jeans and boxers off.
“It would be kind of funny if I just left you here.” I leaned into him, licking and nipping my way from his neck down his body.
“You wouldn’t.” He whimpered. It was always a turn-on to render the strong, manly Loche a whimpering puddle in my hands. His wrists strained against the restraints, which would probably snap in two if he were to try it again.
“You’re probably right. Besides, I don’t have a humiliation kink.”
“Speaking of kinks, I could think of a few things to do with that knife.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?” I reached down my thigh, unholstering the knife and spinning it between my fingers.
“Use it like your toy.”
My eyes drifted down to the knife in my hand, in particular, the blade.
“You look horrified, little bird.”
Shit. Leave it to my face to betray the thoughts going through my head.
“Maybe we’ve finally found your hard line.”
“You know, one wrong move right now and this knife could slip from my fingers.” I looked down directly below the knife at Loche’s penis, standing at attention, making it a point to look back up.
“On second thought, maybe we’ve found my hard line.”
I moved further up Loche’s body, positioning myself over his torso. “I have no hard line.” Gripping the flat ends of the blade, I moved my fingertips down to the base of the hilt as I brought the steel down to my labia, peeling back the folds. The cold, metal handle sent a shiver through my body when it rubbed against my clit.
Fuck. Why hadn’t I done this before? The contrast between being turned on and terrified was an aphrodisiac in and of itself. It was danger, an adrenaline rush, a wrong move that would send me to the emergency room with a story I’m sure would make it onto an episode ofUntold Stories of the E.R.A breath with the hint of a moan fell out of my lips as I slid the handle down further, bringing it back up again right at the brink of danger.
This was what had drawn me to V, to the masked man who refused to speak, who broke into my house and chased me down the hall, who’d spent months watching me. And now, it was what was drawing me to Loche. To a man who was willing to enact all my fantasies, a man who would go toe-to-toe with a psychopath, wielding a knife without batting an eye—a man who could break my heart, which made him the most dangerous man of all.
“Ever, stop.”
I arched my back, drawing the knife down again as atingling sensation traveled up my legs. “Tell me why you want me to stop.”
