Page 166 of I Will Break You
“All of it,” I say, my voice breathy. “Better still, untie these ropes.”
“You’re quite demanding for someone in your position,” he says, his eyes sharpening. “Especially considering I ordered you to break free of your restraints.”
I grit my teeth and shoot him my most venomous glare. Wassomeone else writing those beautiful letters? The Xero I fell in love with was gentle, patient, and keen to ease me into the world of BDSM. The asshole standing in front of me is a sexual tyrant.
“If you taught me how to break out of a hogtie, maybe I’d have made some progress,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Can you feel your hands and feet?”
“No, and I probably have gangrene.”
His smirk widens into a grin. “You’re cute when you’re being dramatic.”
“I’m not,” I reply, my voice shrill. “These ropes are cutting into my skin. What if I get bedsores?”
He tosses over the knife, sending a rush of adrenaline that sets my nerves alight. I roll to the side with a shriek. The knife bounces dangerously close to my face before settling within reach.
“Hey, you could have taken out my eye!” I yell, shooting him my most venomous glare.
“Cut yourself free.”
“How?”
His brows rise. “Do I need to trigger your fight-or-flight to get you motivated? Say the word. I’m more than willing to oblige.”
My muscles stiffen. Fear and arousal battle in my core for dominance, leaving me aching. I know he’s testing my limits, pushing me to see how far I’ll go. This overwhelming presence is a confusing cocktail, making it impossible to think straight.
“Asshole.” The word tumbles from my lips.
The smile fades from his handsome features, which morph from playful to sinister. My breath hitches as he reaches into his pocket, triggering my prey instincts. What will he do next? When he extracts a gun, adrenaline kicks me in the gut, and I flinch within my restraints.
Moments pass in silence, filled by the frantic thrashing of my pulse. It beats so hard and fast that my clit throbs. Sweat breaks out across my brow as I consider my options. Should I get moving? Should I speak?
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice rising.
“Giving you a sense of urgency.”
When a jar of Vaseline appears in his hand, a shiver zipsdown my spine and settles between my legs. I’ve read enough smutty books to know what happens next. Rolling toward the knife, I fumble for its handle.
“Good girl.” He stalks toward the bed, the tent in his pants expanding.
Xero is aroused by my terror, but only if he’s the one making me scared. He’s like an emotional vampire that feeds off my panic. The worst part is that our early morning conversations have trained my body to get excited by danger.
I got off on the thought of a caged beast who craved my degradation. But I was safe in this bedroom, listening to his dirty and depraved words while fucking myself with his dildo.
Now, the thought of him lubricating a gun with Vaseline to stick it somewhere obscene heats my blood. My pussy clenches and throbs, even though every shred of my fraying common sense tells me I should be horrified. I rock from side to side, not knowing if I’m trying to escape or creating desperately needed friction.
Why is he watching me from so far away? He needs to come closer.
“I see lots of pretty jiggling but no cutting,” he growls, sending a shiver of unwanted pleasure down my spine.
He closes the distance, advancing on me with menacing strides. My heart leaps to the back of my throat. “Wait!”
I close my fingers around the knife and turn it in my bound hands. When the sawing motion I make behind my back does nothing to the ropes, I realize it’s upside-down.
“You have a count from ten to free yourself, or this gun gets your anal virginity,” he murmurs, fingers brushing against my cheek, igniting a flare of heat in my core.
Sparks ignite across my skin. My asshole clenches. “Is it loaded?”