Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
A little shiver shakes my core. What will he do when I grab a knife? How will he respond?
Will he end this? Will he be afraid?
No, I don’t think so. I think he’ll be excited. There was nothing in the FBI file that suggested this side, but I think I have a read of him. This is something he wants, perhaps something he’s never had.
And he wants me as desperately as I want him.
“What is this game, kora?” he asks. “You want me to catch you? Is that it?”
I shake my head, taking another step. “What does that mean? Kora?”
“It’s Greek. A maiden. An untouched girl. That’s what you are, isn’t it? Pure. Unused. Desperate. You’ve been saving yourself for me, haven’t you, Rose? And now that you’re this close the need is almost unbearable. Deep down, you’re a slut for me, a toy with holes I can fill. That little kitty between your legs is purring right now, isn’t she? Her first taste of dick and it will be mine. And it will be mine, I promise you that.” He laughs. “Don’t deny it, kora, I can see it on your face. You’re playing a grown-up game now and it terrifies you.”
“I have a different man in my bed every night,” I lie. “I doubt you can live up to any of them. Wild men. Tender men. I let their cocks choke me and I drink every drop of their warm, sticky cum. I leave them barely able to stand the next day, they’re so spent.”
He growls, teeth clenched.
But before he can lunge for me, I take one more step and grab for the handle of the first knife, yanking it from the block harder than I intend. The blade sings as I whip it through the air, at the very same time as he moves forward.
Apollo notices just in time, pulling himself up short, but not short enough.
The tip of the blade cuts into his white shirt, tearing into it across the chest with an audible rip, a button popping off and flying across the room. He laughs as I step back, holding the knife ready, but the truth is I have no idea what I’m doing. My training never included knives, and from what I saw earlier I’m hopelessly outclassed.
“Oh, my little kitty has her claws out I see,” he mocks. Glancing down, I see red begin to stain the edges of the cut in his shirt. He follows my gaze. “Careful with those claws, kitty. You might hurt somebody.”
Without warning, he launches forward. I try to bring the knife up, but he’s on me too fast, taking hold of my wrist and pushing it out to the side as he backs me against the island. I grunt when he grips my hip and turns me roughly, facing me away from him, then leans in hard, forcing me to bend over the marble slab.
“I’ll take this,” he says, and pries my fingers apart, taking the knife out of my hand. I gasp as I feel him cup me with his other hand, gripping hard against my pussy. “Oh, you like this game,” he chuckles. “You’re so wet for me I could fill a glass with your juice. And maybe I will. The scent is,” he takes a deep breath, “delicious.”
“Don’t,” I tell him, squeezing my thighs together, then mewl, my eyes turning in their sockets as he forces his fingers against my slit.
“Don’t what? Take what’s mine?” He moves his fingers again. “Tell me this is mine, Rose. Say the words.”
I shake my head, then grit my teeth when I feel a point against my back. The knife. Fuck. Every nerve ending is on edge, my body tensing as my dress bunches against it. I try to keep my breathing slow and steady, so that my chest doesn’t rise too quickly against it, but it’s difficult.
“Say the words,” he demands.
“Fuck you.”
Apollo digs the knife in harder when he reaches the small of my back. Then it disappears, along with the hand between my legs. For a second, I think that maybe I’ve pushed things too far. That he’s not sure I want this and is going to back away. I want to tell him to continue, but I don’t want to lose that control. If he isn’t willing to take it, I’m not sure I want to give.
But all those thoughts are gone in an instant when the sharp cold edge returns.
My blood runs cold as I feel it slide between my thighs, then begin to rise up. Surely, he wouldn’t? I draw a quick breath, then start to struggle to free myself.
“Say the words, kora. My little kitten, all you have to do is tell me this pussy is mine, to do with as I like.”
For the briefest moment, I almost give in. I almost end the game. Then I regain my resolve. “No.”