27. Laura
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. . .
H ot blood splattered against my side.
The movement was so sudden, I was afraid she had stabbed me. I should know better. She wouldn’t do that—unless I asked for it.
A warm feeling swirled in my belly.
I knew I could trust her.
Maybe that wasn’t the right way to put it. I trusted her instinct. I trusted the bond that she felt between us.
The same bond I felt too. The one that slowly solidified in Hawaii and became impossible to deny over the past few days.
I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to be separated from her, even for such a short amount of time.
Getting this to happen with Julian took some planning. He had to believe I was pliant. That I was on his side and we were partners. That I would take the bribe he offered me on that last day on set in Hawaii to betray Harley—one I never told her about.
As if I’d ever betray her. Delusional prick.
Even while I was busy getting things ready for her, all I could think about was her absence.
For the first time in my life, I wanted someone near me, and while she gave me more pleasure than anyone else had, that wasn’t the only reason.
It was the excitement. The warmth.
Her.
I wanted it all.
“They could trace this back to you,” I warned her. I wasn’t worried about her rashness. That was something I could help her control. I wouldn’t have invited her here if I didn’t know what I was doing.
“I trust you,” she replied as she pulled the knife from him. The sound of his gurgles reached my ears, but I didn’t dare look, not when Harley pushed me against the wall and gripped my hair to expose my neck as she pressed the knife directly to my throat, mimicking my move from before.
Just like that night, she smeared the blood all over my skin.
“Should you?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed.
“No,” she admitted. “And you shouldn’t trust me either, but here we are.”
She dragged the flat side of the knife down until she reached my shirt. Her hand finally released my hair so she could grab ahold of the fabric.
When she sliced right through it with the knife, I couldn’t hold my gasp.
“Here we are,” I repeated breathlessly. “The receptionist is an insider; she doesn’t work here or know who I am or my real name.
Your manager’s name is the only one on the reservation, no one else’s.
He had plans to come here already, so this will be pinned on the jealous, violent boyfriend of his current mistress, who has been sending him death threats. ”
She let out a chuckle. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
The knife slid against my skin, trailing down my bra before she cut it clean off.
“Oops. That didn’t happen to be your favorite, right? ”
I gasped as my breasts were exposed to her. She ran the still warm knife over my nipple, and I shivered at the contact.
I watched as she took her time sliding it down my body until she got to my pants. Wetness was already pooling in my underwear.
I wanted her to rip the fabric off me. Fuck me until I was breathless and begging. I couldn’t handle the teasing.
“The suit will go on as planned,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “The more we prepare, the less it looks like we had anything to do with this. I sent in the paperwork to his office today.”
There was a man dying in the room with us, but he was of little concern.
I was mesmerized by her.
Harley drew patterns on my skin with the knife, so careful not to prick me, but just the danger of it— of her —was enough to make my head spin.
I tried to reach down to help her take off my pants, but she let out a noise that had me freezing in place.
“If you were anyone else, I’d end you for forcing my hand,” she grumbled as she tugged down my pants and underwear.
My breath caught when the knife brushed across my mound.
“But I’m not anyone else,” I reminded her and shimmied the pants down the rest of the way before stepping out of them.
“Sit and open for me,” she ordered, motioning to a small table beside me.
“If you were anyone else, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and your bossy attitude.”
“But I’m not anyone else,” she repeated my words back to me. “And I think you’ll like it more if I fuck you.”
Fuck. She’s going to devour me. Destroy me.
And I wanted her to.
She flipped the knife to brush the handle against my folds, causing a violent shiver to run through me.
As if I wasn’t sopping wet already.
Her entire expression had changed. Darkened. Just like the night in the alley. The night when I saw her for the first time—the real her. The night when I should have run, but something stopped me.
If I had, we wouldn’t be here now.
“Were you this wet for me that night?” she asked, using her other hand to spread me.
The handle of the knife nudged against my clit, and the smallest zap of pleasure ran through me.
The man let out a small gurgle. It was his last. We both knew it, and neither of us cared.
We were a lot more important.
Harley dragged the handle from my clit to my entrance. It was so achingly slow that my thighs started to shake.
I couldn’t handle this calm and collected version of her.
I wanted fast. I wanted hard . I wanted the pure, uncontrolled monster.
But that was a fantasy version of Harley. As much as I wanted it, I was sure it would be far less intoxicating than the way that she looked at me when she had full control. Like now.
She released her monster, but the monster wants to take its time with me.
“I would have let you fuck me,” I admitted.
The breath rushed from my lungs when she pushed the handle against my entrance. I spread my legs wider, and my mouth fell open, but no sound was allowed to escape.
She knew what I needed. She pushed the handle in, keeping just a bit out to stay in control so she could slowly pump it into me.
My pussy clenched on it, aching for more, each thrust feeling so painfully slow that it was threatening to break me completely.
She leaned forward, her gaze holding mine as she licked the length of my chest to neck, blood and all.
“You’re perfect,” she whispered against my skin. I bucked against her, letting her know what I wanted, and she picked up her thrusts. Her free hand came to rub circles over my clit as her tongue continued to lap at the most sensitive parts of my neck .
I was going to come embarrassingly fast. And to think I always found it hard to come before, my mind always too far away.
Until she came along.
I felt everything tenfold. The blood against my skin. Her wet, hot tongue against my neck. Her teeth against my skin. And the handle fucking me.
“I can’t… Harley, I?—”
“Come for me, my love. Show me just how fucked-up and twisted that mind of yours truly is. Show me how mine you truly are.”
And with those words, I exploded.
I chose her. It was a dangerous decision—a possibly stupid one too. But in that moment, as my cunt clenched around the knife and pleasure took over my body, as I felt her everywhere, it didn’t matter.
All I could think about was Harley and me.
All that mattered was us .