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“If you truly believe that, then all is lost, and you’d let me walk out of your life forever.”
I turned away from her and walked over to the window, the vast expanse of the sea calming me. She was right. I should let her go. The voices in my head confirmed that she was too good for someone like me.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“What was that?” she asked, forcing me to repeat myself.
“I can’t let you go,” I shouted at her, turning from the window and closing the distance between us. My hand pressed firmly against her neck, pinning her to the paneled wall. “Can’t you see I am not the hero in this story? If I was, then I’d walk away, knowing you deserved better. But you’ve fallen for the villain. A selfish, maniacal villain who left his morals at the gates of hell years ago.”
“Then tell me what you want. Is it me? Or revenge? Because I’m not sure if there is room in your heart for both.”
Something inside me snapped.
“There is no choosing.” The words came out low and measured. A warning emphasized in each word. Without another thought, I took her mouth hard and fast. This wasn’t a sweet, loving kiss. I devoured her. My lips crushed hers, my teeth catching her lip and biting down until she yelped, but she didn’t pull away. She met my fervor with a passion of her own. Her fingernails raked down my scalp and then fisted painfully in my hair. Our tongues clashed in reckless abandon until my mind was swimming with need. My cock pressed painfully against my breeches. I needed to own her. Prove that she was mine in every way. I gripped the bodice of her dress in my fists, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the cabin.
“We won’t be needing this. I want to look at what’s mine.” I pushed the ruined dress off her shoulders and down to her feet before lifting her up and tossing her petite form over my shoulder.
Her tiny fists pummeled at my back. “James, what are you doing?” she yelled. “We’re not done talking.”
“Oh, kitten, I think we are.” I slapped her ass hard to drive home my point. But she continued to protest, kicking her legs wildly, arousing my demon. I loved it when she fought me.
I tossed her on the bed, her breasts bouncing and her hair in a wild mess around her face. She was stunning.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I cautioned as she tried to squirm off the bed. I pulled the dagger at my belt, twirling it between my fingers. “You stay put.”
“You cannot fix this by fucking me!”
I ignored her for now, walking to the bedside table and exchanging the knife for a length of rope. If she was going to make this difficult, I was going to savor every minute.
“Give me your hand.”
“Why?”
I gave her a cautionary look, and without another word, she offered her wrist. I secured one to the bed, followed by the other. Rage swirled behind her emerald eyes. A finely contained tempest.
“This isn’t what I want, James.”
“Is that so, love?” I challenged, a smug smile creeping across my lips as I crawled on the bed, stalking toward her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide what I already knew. I wrenched her legs apart, and just as I expected, she was ripe with desire. Her pink pussy glistened with the arousal she’d been trying to hide from me.
“You think I don’t know what you like? That your darkness doesn’t speak to my own? You cannot hide from me, Katherine.”
Her lips parted, likely another string of questions that were too difficult to answer. I pressed my finger against her lips, halting whatever she was about to say, and pulled a handkerchief from my breast pocket. She jumped when I mopped up her wetness, coating the scrap of fabric.
“Now, open up.” Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, and I stuffed the cloth in. “That’s my good girl.”
I left her on the bed, taking my time stripping off my coat and shirt while I admired the view. My cock throbbed in my pants at seeing her spread out for me. A heady rush clouded my better judgment, pulling out the darkness within me.
I retrieved my blade from the bedside table, pleased as her eyes followed me around the room. I crawled back to her, positioning myself between her legs. She trembled as I dragged the cool metal down her thigh, turning it to tap the flat edge against her clit.
“We’re kindred spirits,” I said as I continued to tease her with my knife. “We thrive on the edge of fear. It’s a potent aphrodisiac, wouldn’t you say?”
I flipped the blade in my hand, gripping it until it cut into my palm, and slowly slipped the hilt inside her tight slit. Her eyes rolled in her head, and a muffled moan escaped around the gag in her mouth. The look on her face with my knife inside her was divine. The blade dug into my skin. Blood filled my palm and dripped onto the sheets. I worked her with the hilt, drawing it in and out until her hips were rising to meet each stroke.
“Not yet, love. I want you on my mouth when you cum.”
I pulled the hilt out, and her desperate mews of protest brought a smile to my lips. She needed this just as much as I did. I licked her sweetness from the handle, slow and deliberate. A growl rolled up my throat in response.
Once it was clean, I turned the dagger on her. My blood still coated the blade and stood out in stark contrast to her porcelain skin. I added a bit more pressure this time as I dragged it along her inner thigh. Just enough to draw a well of blood from her skin. It was mesmerizing to watch as her very life source mixed with mine. She held perfectly still, pleasure and pain dancing in her eyes.
