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“I said, are you good, Gianna?”

“Y-yes.”

He frowns, scanning my face. I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel it. All of it. The pain and the pleasure. So I don’t give him time to second-guess. I tug him towards me, and I kiss him, rolling my hips, feeling the way I stretch around him.

Fuck. I really have been missing out.

He starts off slow for a few strokes before letting loose. Thrusting into me until I can’t even see straight. Over and over.

“Such a good fucking whore for me,” he mutters against my lips.

That sends bolts of electricity right through me. I don’t know when it happens, but I feel the ice-cold metal of the blade against my throat, against my burning skin.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper, another surge of pleasure rushing over me.

He kisses the other side of my neck and sucks on the skin. “Repaying the favor. Don’t ever put a knife to me again,” he tells me.

I swallow. He’s still rocking inside me.

“You think that scares me?” I ask.

He pulls back, looking right into my eyes. “No. I don’t. I think it turns you on.”

He presses it a touch harder against my skin.

I wrap my hand around his on the handle, and he places it in my hand with a smirk.

“Turns me on too,” he tells me.

As he leans back, sitting upright, I stretch out my hand and run the blade along his six-pack. A groan rips out of him, and he closes his eyes, tipping his head back.

I trace along his hip and up his side, and add a little pressure. His head snaps back, his eyes on me. “If you wanted to stab me, you’d have done it already. I ain’t concerned.”

He carefully takes the knife and leans over me, his lips just a breath from mine as he stabs the blade through the mattress.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he thrusts deeper.

The pain has subsided into pure pleasure, coiling low in my tummy. I grab hold of him, pulling him closer as his lips claim mine.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, G,” he murmurs against me.

His fingers close around my throat and my back arches. “Let me hear how much you love my cock.”

My moans grow louder as fireworks burst through my veins. I can’t hold them back. He growls against my cheek as I come so violently my vision starts to blur. My head is almost spinning, and he fucks me through it. Every single wave, totally consumed by him. Until I’m fighting for breath.

“Did I say you could come?” he grunts.

I grab both sides of his face. “Shouldn’t you take that as a compliment? You actually made a girl come. Congratulations,” I say, biting back a grin.

His expression doesn’t change; he presses two fingers against my lips. “I’m going to fuck that sassy little mouth of yours next.”

My eyes go wide. I can’t say it’s a challenge that I’d turn down. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug him closer, feeling myself squeeze around his dick.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I smile, seeing a tiny bit of what I can do to this man only turns me on more.

“Now you need to come, Colten. Part of the deal.”