Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“Did you know that reclaiming something that was stolen from you can help with trauma?” he asks. “Yes,” I murmur. “And if something hurt you before, giving it a new meaning can help.” His eyes lift, focusing on me intently. “Do you want me to show you a new meaning to this knife?” I hesitate but then nod my head. A different kind of fear is seizing my body—the kind that I’ve always been attracted to. And I’ve missed it so much. “Pull up your dress,” he demands roughly, his voice deep and raspy. Quickly, I do as he says, bunching the material up just high enough to bare the apex of my thighs. His nostrils flare, and he clenches his jaw briefly before ordering, “Now wrap your hand around mine.” Furrowing my brows, I do as he says, grabbing ahold of his hand that’s curled tightly around the blade. “Wouldn’t want to cut up those pretty hands of yours. So, you’re going to guide me.” I shake my head, feeling myself start to retreat. “I won’t touch you,” he promises. “You’re in control, little mouse. I’m only here to protect your hand. Instead of allowing this knife to cause you pain, use it to give yourself pleasure instead.” My throat constricts, and I have the strongest urge to run away. But that feeling is what keeps me still. I don’t want Xavier to win. To haunt my life so terribly that an inanimate object has the power to control me. Nodding my head, I guide his hand up, my breath hitching when the handle slides along my slit. Zade watches my movements closely, his teeth cl...

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