A smirk spreads across his face. “I didn’t see you stopping me last night.”
“I can’t even remember last night,” I yell at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Because Nate needed the reminder that you belong to me,” he replies simply. As if carving his name into my ass is totally acceptable.
“No, no, no.” I place my shaking hands in my already tangled hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He reaches out, grabbing my arm, and yanks me to his naked body. “It’s no big deal.”
I reach up and slap him across the face. “This … this is a very big deal.” He branded me. Made me his in a way I never thought possible. “What if I carved my name into you?” I snap.
He turns, walking over to his nightstand and opens up the top drawer. Removing his pocketknife, he slaps it open. Coming back over to me, he holds it out to me, handle first.
I just stare at it. It’s one that I got him for his birthday five years ago. I told him to go bleed to death. I got it for him after he got me a dildo that said go fuck yourself.
“Do it,” he says, offering me the knife.
“Colt,” I whisper his name. Either he’s lost his fucking mind or this is a game. This is where things have gone, and I’m not sure what to do.
With his free hand, he raises my chin to look up at him. “Do it, princess. You don’t even have to tie me down. I’d gladly lie there while I bleed for you.”
My breath hitches at his words. How can he make me hate him and want it at the same time? Why do I always feel like I’m losing this game? I swear, if he wanted to, he could drive me insane in a matter of days. It wouldn’t take much at this point.
“Straddle my hips and carve your name into my chest, princess. Let the world see how much you love me.”
My eyes search his, trying to find an ounce of deceit. He’s trying to manipulate me and make me look stupid. “I don’t love you,” I whisper.
Dear Lord, what all happened last night? What did I say? Just a few nights ago, we were in my shower expressing how much we hate one another while fucking. Now he’s dropping the word love?
“No?” he asks, frowning. “I think you do, Raylee.”
I swallow at the use of my real name. It’s always princess to him. Shaking my head, I take a step back, and my ass hits the damn dresser again, making me whimper. But he’s already stepped closer, pinning me in place.
“Have you ever wondered why we can’t let each other go?” He lowers his face to my neck and gently kisses my racing pulse. “Why you so willingly crawl back to me after every failed relationship you’ve ever had? Or why you beg me to fuck you? It’s because you know that no one will ever satisfy you like I do.”
“Love and sex aren’t the same thing,” I breathe, trying to think of a reasonable argument.
“Oh, they are, princess.” He pulls back and lifts the knife in front of my face, making me suck in a shaky breath. “No other man will love you the way I do.” He runs the tip of the blade down my chest bone, and I hold my breath. “No other man will bring you to your knees like I do.” The knife trails down over my stomach and my pelvic bone. I spread my legs when he shows no sign of stopping. “Or make you crawl like I do.” The tip falls between my legs.
“Colt?” I swallow nervously, and whisper, “What are you doing?”
He brings it to a stop, the blade sitting between my legs, the cold metal making my nipples hard. His eyes meet mine when he says, “You’re my dirty little slut, princess. Mine. And that’s why I carved my name into your ass. So you’ll always have a reminder that I own you.” A tear runs down my face, and he watches it with amusement.
“No.” I shake my head once, denying what he just said. It can’t be true.
He laughs softly, and his eyes drop to my legs. “Look what I did to you last night. You were such a needy slut. Starving for whatever I would give you.”
My stomach knots at his words because I can’t remember what all I did for him, but I’m sure he’s right. He’s my weakness.
“Begged me in front of your ex to get you off. Then to stop making you come. Admitting to my friends fucking you. And how much you love it when I humiliate you.”
I whimper as fresh tears fill my eyes, making his face nothing but a blurry figure.