Flicking my knife closed, he pockets it before turning his attention back to me, wrapping his fingers around the sides of my panties and tugging until they fall away from my body. Balling them up, they disappear in the same place as my knife. “You can’t just—Fuck,” I cry, forgetting what I was saying when his fingers find my soaked pussy. “Oh, Hellion. Look how much you hate me,” he murmurs, attacking my neck once more.
