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He continued. With every hard pinch of my nipple he would lick my swollen clit, then go back to stroking me on both sides with his fingers. Then he would twist my erect nipple and thrust his fingers in, and my body clenched around him, wanting more, needing more.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. The room was hot, so hot. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted release. Oh god, I needed it soon or I’d faint.

“Please,” I said. “Please.”

He slapped me across the face and twisted both my nipples so hard it felt like burning. I screamed.

“That’s the scream I want,” he said. He bent his head down to my aching nub and sucked hard, his mouth sealed around me as he thrust his fingers once again into my body. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was there, I was almost there—

He pulled his fingers out.

I bucked my hips up, searching for release, but it did not come. I opened my mouth, and the scream that escaped me was a gasping scream, hoarse with desire.

“Tell me you want me, kitten,” he whispered.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

He touched me on either side with his fingers and I twisted, wanting him inside of me.

“Say it. Tell me you want me.”

“No.”

He pressed hard, and my body rocked into him, hips arching, but his fingers were gone, the pressure eased.

“Say it.”

I moaned, the sound filling the room. Only pretend. This wasn’t real. Say anything, confess everything. It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter. Who would know? Who would ever think it was the truth? I opened my mouth and made my confession, and if it was true then I was the only one to know it.

“I want you.”

He licked me hard, again, his tongue flicking once at the top and sending white hot shocks of pleasure through my body. I was almost there, god, I was so close—

“Say it agai—”

“I want you!” My voice was ragged, my tongue thick in my mouth. “I want you. I want you.”

He twisted my nipples as he thrust his fingers in me, three short thrusts and then out and no! God, no, I needed it, I needed more, I needed all of him—

“Louder.”

“I want you!” I screamed. “Please! I want you! I want you! Gavriel, I want you!”

He sat back on the bed, his hands no longer on me. My body shook with the ache of desire, unsatisfied. Lust tore through me, a hard pain that made my teeth chatter.

“No,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Oh god, please, don’t.” I whimpered, unable to stop myself from pleading. This was the torture he wanted to see, this was the agony that he would leave me in. I hated him then, hated him and wanted him in equal measure, and I had never known that such desires could be one and the same.

Then he smiled, his lips gleaming with my juices.

“There, kitten,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.”





CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Gav

Instead of satisfying her, I decided to let my kitten squirm. All tied up, looking delicious. Tasting delicious. When I took my knife out of the drawer she nearly cried, but I left her there without touching her again.

Release. That’s what she wanted. That’s what I wanted, too, but I could control myself. I could control her. Yes, everything was falling nicely into place. Even with her little stunt with the razor. I admired her for that. She was a smart one, I knew that from the beginning. There was something different about her that made my mind go into a reeling circle of...

Emotion? Maybe. Maybe it was the thrill of the kill, enhanced by her as a witness.

I ran a bath for myself; I wanted to imagine that I was her. Imagine what she must have felt like. In the other room she moaned, but I ignored the sounds. I wanted to know what was in my kitten’s mind, what she was really, truly capable of. Now I knew she was capable of killing, or trying to kill, and I understood that. But she had also been capable of suicide.

I settled myself into the bath and picked up my knife from the granite edge of the tub. It looked bigger than when I’d used it to kill other people.

Could I do it? The shadow resting over my heart was a poison, but could I bleed it out this way?

I put the point of the knife to my skin. The blade made a dimple on the thin tissue of skin just under the heel of my palm.

Could I do it? I wanted to. The world grew dark around me, and all I could see was the point of the knife, the shiny steel blade. I twisted the handle slightly. The knife pierced the skin and a drop of blood welled up at the point where it had slipped through into me. My teeth gritted tightly.

In the silver reflection of the blade I saw myself. My mouth twisted in horror. Pain crumpled my face. I looked almost… human.

The knife left my hand, flew across the bathtub. It hit the cream-colored stone and bounced back, slid down into the water at the other end of the bathtub. I pulled my knees back, as though the knife would come after my legs, wanting to finish what it had started.