Twisted Obsession (Underworld Kings)

The moment my hand grips onto her neck, a squeak leaves her lips and I want more sounds from her. Pinning her against the window, I smile when she shivers at the cold. Outside, the night air is icy, inside though, I'm boiling.

I reach for my blade and bring it up to her face. "I walk away when it's time to leave," I inform her before I trail the sharp steel along her top which falls away easily, bearing her tits to my hungry stare.

She shakes her head, fear dancing in her pretty eyes. "I-I didn't mean—"

The knife reaches her hips, and I slice away the sweats she's wearing. Soon, all my pretty little dancer is wearing, is a pair of tiny black lace panties. I step away, releasing her and she almost falls to her knees.

God, what a sight that would be.

"Dance for me," I tell her as I settle in the wingback chair that I had put in here at the window so she could sit and read. My legs are spread, and I'm twirling the knife at my knee, the glint dancing along the walls in the dim light.

Her mouth pops open in shock, her hands fisting at her sides, but thankfully she doesn't try to hide her beautiful curves from my view. "What?"

"You heard me," I say, gesturing with my chin. "Dance for me."

Luna tips her chin upward, defiance clear in her features as she shrugs nonchalantly, but I can see her hands trembling. She flicks the stereo on and a song filters through the speakers which I've set up in each corner of her room.

The melody takes hold of her, and she moves elegantly. Her hips sway, her hands trail up and down her curves as she twists and turns on the lush carpet. She closes her eyes, not looking at me, but I know she can feel my stare on her. She moves with the grace of a princess, but when she dips her hands down to her toes, my cock, and my mind jolt with want.

Her panties have a wet spot forming between her thighs. I can see it from where I'm seated. Her ass fat and round, making my dick throb against my zipper. Lithe legs spread, until all I can see, is her. "Come here," I order. When she rises and turns to me, I smile, but it's not friendly, it's depraved. "Crawl to me."

Her mouth opens, but I lift a finger to my lips to silence her. For a long while, my defiant little dancer glares at me, but then she obeys, and I grin. When she reaches me, she stops, sitting back on her heels as she regards me from the floor.

"Take my cock out," I order, my voice gravel with desire. Her dainty fingers fiddle with my zipper, and when her hand wraps around my cock, I almost lose it. My control slips when she strokes me, once, twice, before I grab her wrist to stop her.

I lift the blade I'd been holding with my other hand, and I flick it around so I'm holding the sharp end. The handle is a smooth leather which I taunt her lips with, and the little minx shocks me speechless when she wraps those plump lips around it and sucks it into her mouth.

Her eyes blaze with defiance and hunger. I pull the weapon from her lips and wait, but I don't have to wait long because Luna's mouth is on my dick within seconds, and I almost come in her mouth before I have time to think things through.

"Fuck," I curse, the word is grit through my teeth as pleasure zings through my body. It's as if taking a shot right to the vein. She slides down my dick, all the way until I'm hitting the back of her throat, the soft choking sound making my balls draw up. Tangling my free hand in her hair, I pull her from my cock with a wet pop. "Up."

Luna stumbles to her feet, her knees wobbly as I lead her to the bed, pushing her down on her back and sliding my blade under the soft material of her panties. The moment they fall free from her body, I'm met with the sight that's kept me awake for months.

"Spread your legs, little dancer, let me see what I own." She silently obeys. Her body shudders as she watches me with wide eyes. I drop to my knees like a sinner in church and mark a path from her ankle to her inner thigh with my knife.

When I reach the soft flesh just inches from her pussy, I push the blade deeper, making sure to remind her who she belongs to. The crimson droplet that escapes has my dick throbbing wildly. I lean in without saying a word, and lap at the metallic fluid, savoring her life force on my tongue.