5. Roxy #2
I whimper. A toxic mix of adrenaline and need swirls through my veins.
Almost looking bored, he reaches into his pocket and whips out something that glimmers under the soft lights of the bedroom.
It takes me a second for my eyes to focus on it. The sound of metal-on-metal whooshes, and I cry out when I realize it's a knife.
A beautiful knife.
It seems purple, but the colours change with every movement. Like it can’t quite capture each one, flickering back and forth.
If it wasn't held by a man who has me by the throat, I might be able to appreciate it.
“What are you...?” I rasp through the grip around my neck, but I feel the metal tug at my clothing, ripping my shirt right down the centre until my body is bared to him.
My oversized shirt opens uselessly. Once again, he his burning gaze drags over my body.
I'm not sure if he's found what he's looking for, when he glares back at me.
A muscle jumps in his jaw.
I hate the way my chest heaves and my nipples harden.
This... this is the roughness I crave.
After last night, I wasn't sure if he had it in him.
Holding my eyes, he lowers the knife. And I feel something... barely a whisper of a touch. Trembling, I don’t dare move.
He runs the blade over my clit, not enough to slice through my panties, but enough to send a zap of fear down my spine.
The weapon continues to tease me. Circling me until I know that I’m ruining my panties more than any knife could ever do.
Long, dark lashes shadow his eyes as they remain locked on mine. Unblinking. Watching.
I let out a sharp cry at the sound of the knife slicing, waiting for pain.
It never does.
My panties fall to the floor.
Fuck.
Last night, I was in complete control.
Today, I have none.
His grip tightens over my fluttering pulse, eyes dipping to my pussy. My legs clench together. Lifting my hands, I shove his chest. Hard. But the carved muscle beneath his shirt doesn’t move an inch.
I may as well be trying to shove a brick wall. The fear I should’ve felt last night, finds me now. Once again, he's fully dressed and I'm naked.
“You sore?” he grits out through clenched teeth.
Sore?
Confused, I give my head a soft shake.
I'm not sore, not in the slightest. In fact, my body feels the complete opposite.
My answer seems to confuse him. A tiny line forms between his brows, as he searches over my body again.
What is the matter with him? What is he looking for?
I'm about to ask, but he cuts me off and shoves me onto the be. I stumble over the carpet, falling on my hands and knees on the mattress.
This. This is the dangerous man I knew he could be.
I'm in way over my head. I should stop this.
His hands grip my hips in a painful hold, and the rasp of his zipper breaks the silence.
“Maybe I didn’t fuck you hard enough, then,” he mutters.
Trying to pull away from him proves futile. I want him. The arousal heating my core tells him everything he needs to know. But I’m also terrified.
“Of course you didn’t,” I breathe. “Because I fucked you.”
He drives his cock into me without warning. A pained moan falls past my lips, quickly cutting off into a scream as he slams into me. Fucking me in a brutal rhythm before my body can adjust to his size.
A rough hand tangles through my hair, wrenching my neck back and using his grip to plow into me faster. Hard and breathtakingly rough.
My hands give way, falling face first into the mattress, and strands of hair snap in his fist. I gasp.
Embarrassingly, I'm soaked and needy.
Embarrassingly, I'm trembling on the cusp of orgasm already.
“Kai!” I cry out.
His hips falter for a second, his grip loosening just enough. I take advantage, falling forward, and wrenching myself free. Putting precious inches between us, I scramble away.
I need a second.
My pulse hammers and my chest heaves with forced breaths, desperate to gather my thoughts before they disappear completely in a puddle of need and desire.
This is too much.
I shouldn't like this.
This is exactly what you've run away from, Roxy. Don't be fucking stupid.
In a moment of fear, every other thought falls away. Danger signs flash behind my eyes.
Without thinking, I crawl away, putting as much distance between us as I can. Instinct scream sat me to run, while my body begs me to stay and take it. Take him. All of him. Whatever he wants.
Pulling away from his untamed grasp, a rough hand locks around my ankle and drags me back. Back to pleasure.
I scream, trying to kick out of his hold, but he's too strong.
“Let me go!” I cry, twisting and writhing.
It doesn’t matter. He handles me as if I’m nothing but a doll.
In an instant, I'm on my back.
He stares down at me, blinking slowly. “What’s wrong, Roxanne? Scared?”
I snarl, shoving at his chest. “You’re an asshole!” I bite out, but it doesn’t stop me from moaning like a needy bitch when he slams into me again.
My legs spread for him, giving him all the room he needs.
His hard body on mine has my stomach clenching with need.
His face is only an inch from mine; his breath dusts over my lips.
“What are you going to do about it?” he murmurs. “Hit me with a bat?”
His cock hits something inside of me that has me seeing stars, my head falling back and baring my neck to him.
“I wouldn’t put it past me,” I grit out, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m two for two at this point.”