Promise to Keep (Vow To Protect 2)
I nod and try to press the knife into his hand. “Can we put this away now? I don’t need it here.”
His eyes shift down to where I’m holding the blade, and I follow his gaze to watch our hands clutching it almost on my lap. “Not until I show you how to use it.”
“Oh my God, you’re so weird. I’m not going to stab you, even if you’ll enjoy it.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up the tiniest hint. “Funny, Angel.”
He lifts our bound hands and presses the tip of the blade to his neck a couple of inches below his solid jawline. Then he grabs my free hand and uses it to press my index finger into the groove of his neck muscles there. “Here, feel how soft it is. This is a great place to stab, especially with a shorter knife, all damage, no bone impact unless you hit the spine.”
He’s clutching me tightly, so tightly I’m afraid the point is going to cut into his skin any moment. “Understand?”
I nod, a little scared of the demonstration while a little turned on by his knowledge and confident execution. This is a man who can keep me safe, and my cavewoman brain loves it.
His hand comes off mine, clutching the knife, and curves around my low back. “Now lean forward, Angel, bring your hips to mine.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I scoot forward, the steel making uncomfortable noises under my bare thighs and now bare ass since my skirt has ridden up.
I hike my legs up around his and lock my knees there. He brings my arms up around his neck like we are about to slow dance in high school. But when my hand with the knife curls around his neck, he guides the point of it right between his neck and his shoulder blade on the outside of his suit jacket. “There is another soft spot. The knife will sink right in, then leave it and run. They will spend time spinning around, trying to dislodge it while they bleed out very quickly.”
My throat feels tight with this sexy mouth so close to mine, talking about murdering a man of all things. “Any other tricks you need to show me?”
“Mmm…not with the knife.” His mouth takes mine in seconds, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling until I moan loud enough for him to hear. Then he kisses me again and trails his hand up to take the blade out of my grasp before I do some real damage in my lust-fueled haze.
I think he’s going to put the knife away now, but instead, he brings it to his throat and wraps my hand around it again. With a gasp, I break away from his lips and stare down at it. “No way, I could kill you.”
He leans into the blade and draws a very faint red line across his skin. I blink against the contrast and skip my gaze up to his eyes. They are bright and heavy lidded. It hits me that he’s trusting me right now. Trusting me with this thing he considers a vulnerability.
I don’t need to see anything else. While holding the knife in one hand, I open his pants and drop my hand inside to find him hard, pre-cum already leaking from his broad tip. If we were in bed, I’d take him in my mouth, but right now, I just want to help him take the edge off.
I work him fast and hard, watching his face and the knife at the same time for any more blood or any signs of pain. All I get is heavy panting, then he leans his forehead into mine as I work him harder, my arm holding the knife going tingly from the exertion.
“Harder, Angel, make it hurt.”
I groan aloud at his orders and dig my nails in a bit as I pump him hard in my hand. When he comes, it’s with a grunt and hot jets of cum that make my hands slick. The second he eases down enough and stops shaking against me, I drop the knife, letting it fall to the floor.
Now, all I need is him to ease my own razor-sharp need. And after that hot as fuck stunt, I want to cut him to shreds.
I reach for him, and with a bold stare and a line of blood on his collar, he drops to his knees and flips up my skirt.
His gaze promises pleasure, but it also promises pain. Between us, there are always both.
28
ADRIAN
The day of the summons arrives cold and clear. I couldn’t sleep and spent most of the night watching Valentina as she slept fitfully. If I could take the haunting from her eyes, I would in a heartbeat. If I could save her from this, I’d endure any trial.