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‘Good girl,’ he said, leaning down after he fixed my arms above my head. For a moment, I thought he’d kiss me, his breath whispering over my lips as his eyes met mine. ‘It’s fucking hot to see you struggle against it, to see you accept wanting this. But I still belong to your cousin. I’m trying to figure this out in my head. Whether I can play with you here and still go back to my life with a free conscience. It’s not that I don’t ache for you, because I do. I just don’t know if I can fuck my fiancé’s cousin without ruining my own moral code.’
‘I won’t tell...’
‘I’d still know.’
And then he left me there, attached to the pillar, as he sat on the couch across the hall from me.
Watching.
CHAPTER TWENTY
LOGAN
I clenched and unclenched my fist against my thigh as I watched Valentina cycle through a range of emotions.
At first she found it hot, being attached to the post like the few others who were equally situated throughout the hall. Eventually the ache started in her arms and feet as she held her position, cycling between stretching her shapely calves and sagging against the cuffs that held her up.
Her chin would lift as people passed by her, amused at her tear-stained face and cream stained linens. The occasional man or woman would caress her cheek as they passed, or graze a hand over her exposed sides. None stopped to interact with her with me glaring.
I couldn’t help it.
She made me furious. And delighted. And enraged. And so fucking horny that I’d wanted to pin her over the table and fuck her in front of everyone while telling them all that she was mine.
Insane.
We barely even knew one another.
Valentina was young and horny and thinking with her pussy rather than her brain. Her relentless pursuit of me brought out a side that I’d long kept hidden. A side of me I only let out to play on rare occasions. For a day. With a stranger. Not with my fiance’s bloody cousin. She’d stroked my ego and been just as eager to stroke my cock, and that was an addictive high. Being desired above all else is one of life’s great pleasures. It was like crack. I wanted more.
Eventually I stood, grinning at the intake of breath that lifted her chest as I approached. When she blinked up at me through her mascara smudged lashes, I had to fight hard not to open my trousers and split her open with my dick.
‘Sweet Cherry. Is it as fun playing when it’s like this? When you are a little ornament on display for everyone else, but no-one is touching you the way you need?’
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wooden pillar behind her.
‘Or do you need more, my slutty wee brat?’
‘I need more. Please, Logan?’
My name on her tongue gave me goosebumps.
‘If you ask nicely, I’ll touch you where you need it.’
‘Please, can you touch me? I want you so bad.’
‘Mmm,’ I said as I pulled out my knife, her eyes opening at the sound of the blade flicking outward. They widened as she watched the sleek metal dance between my fingers. With one slash at the ribbon that held the material to her waist, it fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. Yanking the remaining two pieces of material, I hauled them from her body and tossed them aside before running my blade up her thighs. The way she trembled had me hard.
‘Some games can be dangerous, little brat. Do you still want to play?’
‘Yes. It’ll always be yes.’
I followed her curves with the tip of the blade, keeping the pressure light enough to avoid cutting her, but hard enough so the threat felt imminent. When the metal grazed the mound of flesh immediately above her clit, she whimpered.
‘Stay still, pretty girl. Wouldn’t want to slice it right off, would we?’
She shook her head and swallowed hard as I slid the blade down over her wetness to the right of her labia. Her whole body trembled as I ran the tip over her clit ever so steadily, her lips opening as she inhaled.
‘Is it maddening? The light, sharp touch? You want it harder, but harder would leave you with a lacerated cunt, and nobody needs that.’
