Page 102 of Claimed By a King

“I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I shake my head. “You will save your wrath for those that deserve it. I trust you.”

Her eyes glass over before she stares at the cut she gave me, studying it. Her tongue darts out like she wants to lick the trail of blood, and as much as I fucking love the idea of that, I hope she doesn’t do that.

I don’t know that I’d be strong enough to hold myself back from her then.

Slowly, Zoe stands, not making a move to back away from me.

“I want you to do that to me.”

“What?” My brows shoot high because surely she’s not asking me to cut her.

“Cut me open too,” she whispers. “I want your mark on my skin. I want you to cut me and make it bleed every day until I can no longer feel his…”

She trails off, but I know what she’s saying. She’s talking about the marks Gunner left on her.

I’m going to sever his fucking hands and dick, and then, I’m going to pull every fucking tooth from his head. I’ve seen the bite marks. His bite marks. I’m going to remove every fucking weapon he used on her, and then, I’m going to make his final hours a living hell.

I’m not going to argue with Zoe about this. If she wants me to cut her delicate flesh open to help her heal, then I’ll fucking do it.

Palm up, I hold my hand out between us, and she places my knife in my grip.

“Where?” I ask and she grips the hem of my t-shirt she’s wearing, pulling it high enough for me to see the underside of her black bra.

“Right here. Slice through this.” She points to the bite mark scar on her stomach, left behind by Gunner, and my hand starts trembling with the need to kill.

“Are you sure?” My voice is a husky rasp, and I clear my throat hoping I don’t sound like a monster.

I hate seeing his marks left behind on her, but I do like the idea of ruining them with my own. I dare say that’s exactly what my princess wants.

“Yes. Please.” She begs.

“You tell me to stop, and I will.” I remind her, and she nods as I lower myself to my knees.

As I glance up at her, I wonder what’s going through her head.

When she was in the same position, I had craved to force my cock in her mouth. I wonder if she wants to fist my hair and mash her clit against my lips.

Fuck, I’d love nothing more.

I notice her chest rising and falling quickly again, and instead of wondering if it’s fear, I ask.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable right now? I’m not scaring you, am I?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I like that fucking answer.

“You’re having a reaction right now. Are you sure my nearness isn’t causing you distress?”

She bites her lips, her blue gaze locked on mine as she shakes her head.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, Princess.”

She shakes her head.

“Is it excitement?” I ignore her refusal to admit how she’s feeling, and press her for an answer.

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