Not knowing whether this is a warning or a threat coming from him, I freeze. The last thing I want to do is lose a nipple to his knife.
I have to force myself not to shiver at the very thought as I pull my eyes away from his blade and try to refocus.
Not that Seven is making that easy.
He places the knife at a slight angle, dull side pressed to my skin as he drags it up over my nipple. He repeats the same thing again, this time down and I feel an ache start to build inside me as my body reacts.
Seven does this several more times until my nipple has hardened to his touch before he suddenly leans over to suck it into his mouth. I can’t help the gasp that escapes me, which only makes him suck harder taking even more of me into his mouth.
My mind is already swimming as it tries and fails again and again to focus.
He’s not supposed to be trying to pleasure me, not if my theory is correct. He should be trying to resist me ... right?
Or does this prove my theory is correct?
What was my theory again?
My mind blurs as Seven pulls away, the air sending a shiver down my spine as my breast is released from his mouth. He shocks me by slapping the flat of his blade against my wet nipple, and a flame sparks to life where the ache was quietly building before.
Seemingly ignited by mixture of fear and primal instinct.
I know I shouldn’t want this man. I shouldn’t wantanyof them, but every time they touch me, my body can’t help but react.
Iknowit’s stupid. I know I shouldn’t want them, but I do.
I’m just going to chalk that up to hormones and the fact that these men, as terrifying as they are, look like literal fallen angels.
If bodies and looks were all that mattered, I have no doubt that I would have thrown myself at them from the start.
Okay, keep it together, Evelyn. Just pretend, don’t let things go too far. Test your theory, enjoy the moment, but keep your wits about you.Remember, these are supposed to men feed on control.Now, try to use that against him.
My theory, right.
Steeling myself for courage, I slowly push my hands up Seven’s thighs even as he moves his blade across my chest to start playing with my other breast.
Reaching the top of his pants, I start to run the palm of my hand against the shape of him. I don’t even have time to realize he’s stopped before his fingers have wrapped around my wrist.
“What are you playing at?” he hisses, pulling my hand away from him.
“Nothing,” I answer, my voice barely audible.
Seven’s eyes narrow as he sits back, absentmindedly spinning the blade in his other hand as he cocks his head to the side.
“You’re supposed to be trying to escape, not grope Valentine’s dick.”
“And, so what if I grope him?” I spit back, wondering at myself. “Am I not supposed to be seducing him?”
“He’s not going to react kindly, trust me. It’s not a turn on for him. It will only make him angrier. He wants you to fight him; to hate him. So, you’re going to make him think just that, okay?”
“Then it appears you might have more in common with Valentine than you think,” I say signaling for him to look at his crotch by dropping my own gaze. Judging by his pants, he’s obviously less than excited by the sudden turn of events.
Seven’s blinks in shock before his face twists with anger.
“Take that back,” he growls, his lip curling up over his teeth to reveal the silver snake winding around them. “I’mnothinglike him. I just don’t like being thrown off my game.”
“I think you are. I think youallare.”
Seven’s eyes darken, and a wave of terror grips me as I realize I’ve pushed him too far. Dropping my wrist, he reaches for my shirt, cutting the rest of it away from my body with a single swipe of his blade.