Page 32 of His Queen

Her gaze nails me in place as every logical thought I have vanishes. I breathe out, silently fighting the desire that flares within me like an erupting volcano, destroying everything in its path.

We don’t speak. All she does is hold the knife out to me in the palm of her hand.

The game is about to change into something raw and corrupt in a place where there’s no coming back.

Cautiously, I take the cold blade. My fingers tighten unconsciously as power floods my system, tingling with anticipation. The blood pounds in every vein and vessel in my body, stirring my need into a frenzy. My mind is buzzing as I unfold the blade, though my movements are measured and assured.

For a moment more, we linger in silence before her eyes drop from mine to focus on the object in my hand as if willing me to make use of it. It’s there in every line on her beautiful face. She understands that this isn’t about violence but pleasure—something we both need.

I lightly drag the tip of the blade up her naked thigh, watching her creamy skin erupt with goosebumps. I draw a tiny circle and hear her breath shudder in response. Trust pulses between us like a vein. It’s thick and alive, flowing with an energy you can feel all the way to the bone. I’m barely fucking breathing as the knife glints on her skin with an edge as sharp and clear as the connection we share.

My gaze cuts to hers, searching for the permission she’s already granted. God, the risk. The risk is too much, but the temptation is too strong. I want to see the dark crimson pool on her ivory skin when she comes. I want to feel the surrender in her trembling body as she trusts me implicitly with her life.

Her eyes flash with sensuous heat, her gaze never leaving me, but I see the way the vein in her neck races with anticipation. Or is it fear? Why do I hope it’s fear?

I bite my bottom lip when Mira wraps her fingers around my cock, guiding me closer to her cunt.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, but I keep the blade on her thigh.

“I know,” she whispers. “But I need you to do this.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to feel what you feel.” My cock touches her swollen pussy lips. “I want to witness you come undone with me, experience your pleasure…even if it means pain. Do it,” she urges, flexing her hips, letting the head of my dick slip inside her.

With a low growl, I lean my head down, lips parted, staring at the knife. “Do you trust me?” I ask, cutting my gaze back to hers.

“You know I do.”

I pull back, and she lets go of my length, her brows furrowed in question. But the second she feels the blunt end of my knife press against her opening, she sucks air through her teeth, her eyes fluttering shut, long lashes fanning her flushed cheeks. Inch by inch, I start pushing the handle inside her, studying her expression, making sure I see nothing but desire mark her face.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” I ask, pushing farther to see just how far she’ll let me go. And when she moans loud and long in response, I turn the knife in a slow circle inside her tight little walls. Her chest is rising and falling, her breaths rapid and deep. “Tell me how my knife feels inside you.”

Her lips part. “Nicoli, I’m going to… Oh, God.” Her head falls back, and her body trembles as she comes, a flood of warmth gushing from inside her, soaking my hand settled between her thighs. Her hips move as she rides my knife so brazenly. She can’t stop herself. She doesn’t care about the risks involved, that this knife could cut her, tear her apart and make her bleed. She only cares about the pleasure that now consumes her, her body shaking as the wave recedes. My dick throbs violently. I’ve never been this close to coming just by watching an orgasm slash through her.

Carefully, I withdraw the knife from her soaked pussy, leaning closer, letting my lips touch her ear. “You didn’t scream for me, Hummingbird,” I rasp. “Now I’ll just have to fuck you until you do.”

I’m still clutching the knife when I pull her off the table, and in one swift movement, she’s turned around, bent over with her ass facing me. Her shirt covers too much of her exquisite flesh, so I slice the blade through the fabric, leaving only strips of silk clinging to the sexy curves of her body. My insides are pulled taut as I touch the tip of the blade next to her spine, dragging it upward to her shoulder blades.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whisper, wanting her to beg for it as I tease the tip of my cock to her entrance.

She takes a shuddery breath, whipping her hair over her shoulders as she glances back at me. “Use the knife on my skin,” she says without a single moment’s hesitation. There’s no trace of uncertainty in her voice, zero fear in her gleaming irises.

“One cut,” I growl with a low whisper. “One cut is all you get.”

With a slight pressure, the blade parts the flesh right between her shoulder blades, crimson instantly pooling around the blade, and just as she cries out, I spear into her warm tightness, my cock stretching her, replacing beautiful pain with exquisite pleasure.

My orgasm is imminent, my hips pounding, my rhythm out of my control. It’s just too damn much. My senses are flooded—the sound of her sensual moans, the sight of her bleeding for me, the feel of her cunt. It’s sensory overload, and I just can’t stop it.

“Nicoli,” she whimpers.

“Scream,” I groan, knowing I’m about to come with her.

A final cry of pleasure is wrenched from her throat as my name echoes through the air, and I jackhammer into her until, finally, I’m spilling inside. My entire body shakes from a crescendo of pleasure that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s liberating, allowing her a glimpse of my depravity.

I always thought she was different, that she didn’t belong in this sin-stained world filled with violence, cruelty, and blood. A world I fucking thrive in.

But now…now I realize I’ve been wrong all along.

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