Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“You know what I see? I can see how tightly your pussy is clenching the knife,” he growls, face strained with need. “Like it’s just begging to be filled.” “Do you wish it was your cock instead?” I pant, enjoying the way his eyes flare. Absolutely loving that he can only dream of fucking me, forced to watch a knife handle do it instead. A rush of power flows through me, and I can’t contain the smile. His eyes lift to mine, something dangerous whirling in his irises. My stomach clenches, the orgasm cresting higher. But I don’t fear him. I pity him. “Does it hurt knowing that you can’t touch me?” I ask, another moan slipping free when I hit that spot inside me. “Does it cut deeper than this knife?” “Yes,” he confesses, his tone low and dark. “You can’t have it,” I taunt. He eyes me closely, understanding what I’m doing and not liking it. Yet, he’ll never disobey me, knowing that the trust I’ve placed on him will be shattered. Giving respect hurts like a bitch when your hands are tied. I drive the knife deeper and faster, reaching that peak, and I decide that giving him a small taste will deepen the agony. All I need is a little nudge, but this time, I’m not the one that will be begging him to let me come. He will be begging me. “Do you want to lick me, Zade?” I ask, eyes threatening to cross. “I’m so ready to come.” He drops his gaze to our hands, baring his teeth from the restraint. “Yes,” he chokes out. “Say please.” A flick of his dangerous gaze and savage curl to his lips...