The use of her name increased my fury.
“How about if I fuck you on camera and send that to your dear old dad instead? I could get my brother and some of the men who work for us to come and take turns. I’m sure Rasmus would like to see his little girl’s holes filled with multiple men’s cum.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t do that?”
“You really believe that? Now beg.”
She stared at me, as though trying to read my intentions on my face. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Make it believable.”
I hit record.
Her lower lip trembled as she addressed the camera. “Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, I-I just want to go home.” She wiped away at her tears with the back of her hand, smearing them, together with the blood across her face.
“Not good enough,” I snarled. I flicked open the knife again and took a step closer.
She held up her palms, warding me away. “Oh God, no.”
I ended the video and quickly watched it back. I approved. Rasmus would throw his phone against the wall after he’d seen it and curse me to Hell. I slipped the phone back into my pocket.
Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking it, but fuck, she looked incredible, naked and covered in blood and tears and kneeling on the floor. Raw and primeval. The knife was still in my hand, and I didn’t want to put it away.
Instead, I approached her and held the blade to her throat. “Give me your hand.”
Her hand was shaking as she lifted it towards me. I took hold of it and dropped to one knee, as though I was about to propose. Instead, I put her finger into my mouth and sucked at her blood. My cock grew harder. Fuck, I shouldn’t want to screw her now, not when she was covered in blood and tears.
She yanked her hand away. “Get the fuck off me.”
“No. You belong to me now. And besides, you seemed perfectly content to suck my dick on the plane and to spread your legs for me back at the cabin. Don’t make out like you’re Little Miss Innocent now. You couldn’t have taken your clothes off any quicker.”
I took the blade and ran it down her cheek like a lover’s caress. I didn’t press hard enough to cut her skin but knowing I could excited me. The way she stared up at me with fear in her eyes gave me a sense of power I knew was wrong. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“You’re beautiful like this, do you know that?” I swiped my thumb down her mouth, dragging her lower lip with my movement. “It’s a shame you have Rasmus’s blood running through your veins.”
Her lips tightened. “I’m not him, though. Whatever he did—”
“Whatever he did?” I nodded to one of the framed photographs. “He murdered her, that’s what he did. A woman who never hurt anyone.”
“How do you think she’d react to what you’re doing now?” Kaja threw at me.
“If she was still alive, I wouldn’t be doing this, but since she’s dead, it doesn’t fucking matter, does it? She’s gone. She has no opinion on anything anymore, and I’m not going to tow some imaginary line of morality because I worry about what someone who doesn’t even exist anymore might think of my actions.”
“You don’t feel guilty? Doing this to another innocent woman?”
“I feel nothing. Except turned on. I didn’t even look at anyone else before you came along, did you know that, little Raven? My cock had barely twitched, and then you’re here and it’s like I have a permanent hard-on.”
She jutted out her jaw. “Am I supposed to be flattered?”
“You should be.”
I ran the knife lower, down across her collarbone and lower still, to her left breast. She sucked in a breath, and I trailed the point of the knife around her areola, watching with pleasure as it tightened.
“Lie back,” I told her.
“No.”
“Lie back on the rug. Don’t make me ask again.”