Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

“I thought you’d be mad,” I admit, changing the subject. “About me kissing someone else.” He chuckles. “You’re nothing but trouble, Elena Young. Want to know why?” He leans over, folding me in half again so he can whisper into my ear. “Because I know there’s a part of you, deep down, that’s upset I don’t have you bent over my lap right now, punishing you for letting another man touch what’s mine.” I frown, my earlier sympathy gone. “You want to know a secret, asshole?” I mumble, pushing him away from me, and this time, he sits back. “Remember how you said the next time I’d touch myself, I’d think of you?” He nods enthusiastically, and I sit up completely, pushing him again until he’s flopped onto the bed, his head and shoulders hanging off the edge, and I straddle him. I lean far, far over until my chest is pressed against his, and the vein on his neck is thick and protruding against his throat. And then I slowly reach to his thigh, pull a knife from the sheath, and press it against his neck with the sharp blade digging right into that vein. I do it slowly because I know if he was truly worried about me slicing open his throat, he would never have let me wrap my fingers around his knife. He’s giving me an illusion of control, and I can feel a bulge pressing against my center, telling me that he’s just a little too into it. I lean down to whisper in his ear. “You were wrong. I didn’t think about you. I thought about him,” I purr, making my voice as sultry as I can with ...