Wrists taped together. More tape stretched across her mouth. Big, round breasts hanging out, and the rest of her deliciously curvy body shaking in place—whether from fear or rage or excitement, it’s anybody’s guess.
She’s naked except for her coat that’s slipped off her shoulders and is now trapped along her upper arms due to her wrists being bound.
This is probably humiliating for her.
But it doesn’t fucking matter in this moment. Nothing about what she thinks or wants or feels matters right now.
“You’ve taken advantage of me, princess,” I say bluntly. I let the knife trail back up her body, the cool blade mapping out her every curve.
The round jut of her hip and the flat expanse of her stomach. The shallow depth of her belly button, and then it’s further up ’til I’m at the swell of her breasts.
I stand behind her, my cheek pressed against hers as I torture her. As I play these mind games, letting the seconds tick by and tease the blade across her body.
“You had me defending you, did you know that?” I growl into her ear. “You had me going against my own father, who called it from the beginning—you and your fucking family were up to something. I see it now.”
She protests from behind the duct tape. It muffles any words she speaks, making them unintelligible. But again, it doesn’t even matter, because I’m past the point of giving a fuck.
…if I ever did in the first place.
The moment Oona found that damn card in her pocket, there was no going back.
“I suppose it goes back to what we were saying before, princess,” I go on with a cold laugh. The blade’s now made its way past her full chest, inching toward her delicate throat. “You understand something very important—sex is a weapon, and you’ve wielded it admirably. You’ve fucking had me under your spell. Pussy so damn good you had me tripped up. I’ll admit that. But I’m awake now, and you’re about to see there’s no double-crossing a Callahan. We will always come out on top!”
More muffled protests from her. Outraged words the tape smothers and keeps from ever being heard.
I press the knife into her throat as I use my other hand to unzip my pants and pull my cock out.
It’s rock hard, throbbing and twitching and pulsing from how much it needs release. How turned on I am even while being pissed off and furious.
At this point, the two emotions go hand in hand.
Hate and lust.
A husband and wife who are enemies so when we fuck it’s angry and violent.
As much as Simone twists and jerks against me, she understands this—she can’t resist the heat simmering between us. After stroking my dick a few times, I slide my hand around her front and cup her pussy.
Slick arousal greets me, like I already expected.
I grin all over again, my tongue licking at the side of her face. The blade remains pressed into her throat. I mash my palm against her pussy, creating a friction I know’ll drive her crazy, then I slide two fingers deep inside.
Immediately, she’s gripping at me. She’s clenching down around me, giving herself away. Giving up any pretense she’s not as turned on as I am.
A dark laugh leaves me. “Just like I thought. You like things a little rough, princess. You want me to treat you like my fucking whore, don’t you? You want me to show you what bad, dirty traitors like you get when you betray me—don’t you!?”
She gasps from behind the tape as I give an expert flick of the blade and cut the top of her right breast. It comes fast and unexpectedly, the blade shooting from where it was positioned at her throat to carving a small nick at the soft swell of flesh.
A few tiny beads of blood leak from the shallow cut, slowly dribbling down her chest.
Her body quakes against mine. She’s shuddering out a breath that seems to stall itself on its way out. Almost as if she’s malfunctioning; she can’t believe what I just did.
I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, slowly and methodically, grinning at how fucking slick and wet she is.
…at how her pussy quickly responds to me. Her walls clench, encasing me in heat.
“You are so fucking ashamed, aren’t you?” I ask her. “I’ve got you dripping. I’ve already made you bleed. Yet you only want more. Believe me, princess, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
My fingers disappear from her wet pussy and move up her back, in between her shoulder blades. I push her further down ’til she’s practically bent over my desk.