“Your cunt is aching for my Rudger,” he growls, the flames in his nostrils receding. “I can smell it.” I bite back a moan as he slides the blade up my inner thigh, my muscles clenching in anticipation. Jack grabs my knee with his free hand, pushing it further apart from the other and laying me bare. A cool breeze meanders over my exposed pussy, sending shudders down my spine. This is edgier than anything I ever did with William—no one’s ever wanted to penetrate me with an ax. Ax. Ax as in ax murderer.
