“I already did. Was that really an issue?”
“I wanted to give you a choice. Wait until you knew everything.” Her eyes hold mine as I hover above her body. “Then you pulled that fucking stunt with Xander and all bets were off.”
My lips crash down on hers as her legs wrap around my waist, pinning us together and allowing her to grind the burning heat of her pussy against me.
“Fuck, I need back inside you, Hellcat.”
“I’m right here, Cirillo,” she moans when I kiss down her neck. “Take what you need.”
“You’re going to fucking regret that.”
“Doubtful. I can take whatever you throw at me.”
“Don’t I fucking know it.”
Unwrapping her legs from my waist, I crawl down her body and spread her thighs.
“This thing is so pretty. But it’s got nothing on you.”
Reaching for my bedside table, I pull out a flip knife and expose the blade.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as I trail the point over the edge of lace that runs down her body.
“Trust me, babe?”
“No,” she cries, fighting to stay still as I shred the lace covering her.
“Should I be worried about how good you are with that?” she asks as I tug the ruined lingerie from her body.
“Probably. But I don’t have any plans on carving you up, babe. I like you whole.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
Sitting back on my haunches with my fingers wrapped around my knife, I let my eyes roam over her.
Her cheeks, neck and chest are glowing red, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth again. There are angry red scratch marks where I caught her flawless skin with the blade. The sight makes my mouth water. The thought of marking her makes my head spin.
“Theo?” she asks, sensing my dark thoughts.
“Say you’re mine.”