She pulls in a sharp gasp, and I wonder if it’s from my words or my warm breath on her sensitive flesh.
“There is no escape. There is no getting out,” I tell her. It’s the truth. There is no way I can lie to her, because for some unknown fucking reason, this girl has gotten under my skin.
“Do you truly believe that?” she asks without looking over her shoulder at me but twisting her hands in her lap.
“I do, little raven.”
She’s silent for a moment before she responds, “You hurt me last night.” Her confession burns through me. Every inch of my skin is aflame with rage, but I tamper it down. I’m angry at myself for losing control, but I feel no guilt when the memory of how her mouth felt on my dick assaults me.
I know I’m not allowed to do anything to the girls unless father instructs us, but Caia has a hold on me. A dangerous fucking grip.
“What exactly did I do that you didn’t want?” My question is raspy at best, and I hope she doesn’t hear the need in my voice. The desire that she innocently elicits from me.
“You shoved your cock into my throat. You were violent.”
Hearing her utter those filthy words only serves to make me harder. The image of seeing her choke on my dick makes me throb in my boxers.
“Did it make you wet, little bird?” I question. “Because if it did, I’d certainly enjoy doing that to you again.”
“I puked, and no, I did not enjoy it.” Her biting remark makes me chuckle. “Are you going to hurt me now?”
“You’re not here for me to hurt,” I tell her. “The pretty ones are to be savored.” I pull out the sleek blade and bring it around so she can see it. “This here is what we’re going to play with.”
“Please, Drake,” she begs again, her voice timid, lower than it was moments ago when she was sassing me.
“I like this part, Caia,” I tell her. “When you’re scared, your pupils dilate, and those pretty lips part as your breaths come hard and fast.”
I smile as she shivers, the cold metal trailing over her bared tits. The sharpness evident in the way it scrapes against her flesh. When I reach her belly button, the tip presses inside. But I’m careful. I know how to use this to either harm or to toy with someone.
“If you move, it will cut you,” I warn her. “Be a good girl and stay very still for me.” My movements are slow, meticulous, as I reach her panties and slice them from her hips. On either side they fall away. “Open your legs.”
She does, and her cunt is bared to me. Beautiful and smooth.
“Oh, darling,” I murmur. “How I’d love to eat you right now. Would you like that?” I don’t wait for her to respond. “I’d dip my tongue into your tight hole and lick your juices.”
She gasps when I nick her with the blade. Watching the sweet crimson drip from the mound of her breast. In a slow trail, it finds her nipple, stopping on the peak, and I lean forward, my tongue lapping at the metallic liquid.
Our gazes lock, the fear in hers sates my beast. It feeds him like never before. It’s addicting, not because I enjoy this, but because it’s her. She’s everything. Her beauty is my tranquility.
The piano plays in the background as I continue trailing my mouth over her flesh. She shivers when I dip my tongue into her belly button. But she watches every moment of my travels. When I finally get to her cunt, I shove her legs open, pressing the knife against the smooth lips, and I wonder just how pretty it would look if my cock was sliding into her in that moment.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t make her feel good. But her flavor on my tongue is the only thing I can think about. I near her pussy, inhaling her scent, and I know I’m never going to be able to hurt her.
Fuck.
“Tell me your name,” I question her. Not moving my face, keeping it near her entrance.
“Caia Amoretto,” she confesses in a fearful whisper.
The realization dawns on me when I look up at her from my position between her thighs. She’s the one stolen for my father’s ultimate job. The music reaches a crescendo, and I breathe her in once more.
I never saw myself as a savior.
I never saw myself as a knight.
But with her beauty, with her name, with everything she is, I’m going to steal her from my father.
I rise, lean in, find her lips, and meld them with mine. She whimpers when my tongue darts into her warmth, licking and tasting the sweet flavor mixed with the spice of the alcohol she consumed, and I’m addicted.