“I can. I’ll scream if you don’t stop.”
I chuckle. “Try it. It won’t work. The men know I’m alone with you. And mafia men will be happy to know that I’m fucking you against your will. It will make them respect me more.”
She screams. It’s high-pitched but not truly fearful.No one will come. No one will save her.
It’s a hard lesson, but one she needs to learn.
After a full minute of screaming, she stops.
“You won’t fuck me against my will. You’ve already proved that you’re not a cold-hearted beast.”
I laugh. “I’m a cruel fuck; you know that. You’ve seen what I can do. Maybe I won’t fuck you, but I’ll push you to your absolute limits, and that’s what scares you. Me fucking you against your will would just turn you on. But there are other ways to make you fear me.”
She blushes.
I slide my hand down her stomach and under the tight material covering her pussy. My hand slips lower until I find the sweet wetness proving me right.
She sucks in a breath and stills, like if she doesn’t move, I won’t notice how turned on she is for me.
I drag a finger from her slit to her clit, rubbing the moisture around her already swollen bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” she moans and then gasps as I rub her faster. Her head falls back against my shoulder, but she’s not going to get to come until she admits that she wants me. That she wasn’t thinking about Kit when I fucked her. That all she thought about was me.
“Admit that all you’re thinking about right now is me.”
“I’m thinking about Kit.”
I remove my hand, leaving her empty and wanting.
Her eyes fly open, and she almost tells me to keep going but stops herself.
So I’ll prey on her fear.
I remove my shirt and then tie her wrists together behind her back with it.
“Trying to prove to me that you’re kinky? Tying my arms together again won’t do that,” she teases, but I hear the hint of fear in her voice.
She’s afraid, and she needs to learn to control it. If Beckett would let me, I’d tie up Ri and fake doing dirty things to her because I know what Rialta really fears is others getting hurt.
I pull her back to the weight bench, knocking her journal off. I make her straddle the bench, and then I pull her arms back. Then I tie the ends of the shirt to the bar behind her before taking a step back.
Her legs are spread, and her breasts are pushed out, but I want her naked.
I take a knife from my pocket and walk toward her. I hold the knife clearly in front of her, so she has time to anticipate what I’m about to do.
Her chest rises and falls hard, her breasts begging for me.
I take the knife and slip it into the middle of her bra, slicing it open until her breasts spring free. Her hardened nipples pointint directly at me.
I take one in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as I let the cold blade run down her smooth stomach.
She holds her breath, sucking in her belly to hide from the blade.
I grip the band of her leggings and make a slice.
She gasps.
I continue the rip up her leggings until they’re cut open, and her bare pussy is on display for me.