Page 161 of Trailer Trash

I press the tip upwards. A red bead rolls down the blade.

“I’ll do it!” I warn.

“I love you.”

The words are spoken so fast and low, I almost don’t hear them. His chest expands, like it physically wounded him to speak them.

“Again. Louder.”

“Harlow—”

“Now!”

“I love you,” he says, his expression twisting into a mix of pain and remorse.

“Again,” I hiss. “And don’t hold back.”

His eyes close, and he swallows hard. He murmurs, “I’m in love with you.”

The tension is so thick I forget to breathe.

“Get on the bed,” I whisper.

His eyebrows lift, but together, we back toward it. With our eyes locked on each other’s, I use the blade to guide his head back until he’s lying on the bed. Standing over him, I drag the knife downward along his throat, chest, and stomach. I hold it there, ready to plunge it into his abdomen if he moves. By now, the belt has loosened enough that I manage to wiggle one hand free. I move onto the bed and straddle his lap. I’m naked from the waist down. My bare pussy presses against his shaft, and instantly, his cock twitches. He draws in a breath.

I grin wickedly. He has no idea what’s coming.

I trace the blade lower, dragging the tip until I reach the head of his cock.

He tenses.

“This thing is a problem,” I say, then place the blade’s edge along the length, ready to press in.

“Harlow.” His voice is suddenly desperate.

“This cock makes me moan for you. It makes me stupid. And you think you can put it anywhere without asking.”

More pressure. Killian panics.

“Okay, okay, okay! Harlow, stop.”

My hand stills, but I smirk, absolutely loving this. I love seeing the fear I felt reflected in his sinister eyes.

“What’s wrong, Killian? Don’t trust me?”

His brow furrows, but he says nothing.

“What do I have to do to make you learn to behave?”

Then—

I cut.

Just a little, but enough that he curls forward and covers his cock. I expected that, and press the blade against his chest. I grin at him as he stays frozen and unable to move.

“I love your crooked smile, Killian. I love those evil lips. So use your broken mouth and repeat after me: I will not rape Harlow anymore.”

Instantly, his eyes darken. “It isn’t rape.”