Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

“I want this,” I admit. Grabbing his wrist, I guide his hand, holding the knife right above my breast. The previous amusement shutters from his eyes, replaced by something dark and treacherous. “I want one just like yours,” I say, rolling my hips to remind him that this is real. He tenses, the veins roping up his arm and neck pulsating. He’s studying me closely, and I’m beginning to lose my nerve. “Please, Zade,” I plead quietly. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, and by the time he’s opening them, his beast has taken over. “Rub your clit, baby,” he directs. I do as he says, reaching between us and finding the sensitive little bud and start circling it lightly. My lids flutter, acute pleasure rising and stealing my breath. I feel my pussy clench around him, throbbing with desire as my touch grows firmer. He growls, rolling his hips so I can feel how full I am of him. One of his hands slides beneath me, cupping the back of my neck firmly while he leans in close, poising the tip of the knife right above my heart. He’s looking up at me beneath his lashes, waiting for my reaction. I only give him a husky moan as a response, grinding against him. I’ve been at the mercy of Zade’s pain before, and it was one of the most euphoric experiences in my life. “I’m not going to stop,” he warns me. “I’m not scared of you,” I bite, moaning again as an orgasm builds. “So many lies,” he whispers, right before he presses the blade in and starts to cut. I suck in a sharp breath, burning...

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