Page 27 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Misha

I giggle at the sight of his panic. But it only turns me on more.

Rocking back and forth over his monstrous cock, feeling it move inside me, I have a sense of power I’ve never felt before. With the knife pressed against his throat, I fuck him harder and harder.

My body is screaming with pleasure and wild excitement, and Vincent is growling deeply, his cock is rigid inside me so he can’t fucking dare tell me he doesn’t love this.

Or perhaps he just loves the idea of what he gets to do to me afterwards.

My skin burns with fear and desire.

I’m terrified of what he will do to me after this.

But for now - I am taking what I want. I am in control.

Vincent screams and grabs the bedposts with his fists, shaking them hard trying to dislodge them. He thrusts his hip upwards almost throwing me right off him.

I laugh and grab onto him. The knife slipping slightly and leaves a thin cut across his throat.

“Mm. Little raven. Now that you’ve seen my blood - it’s only fair that I get to see yours.

” He says so dangerously I can’t breathe for a second.

But his cock slams into me again, and my body shivers with pleasure.

I grip him tighter, and push him down. He laughs, letting me take control again even though it’s clear he could change the circumstances in a split second if he wanted to.

I smile, enjoying the fact that he’s allowing me this game.

I grip the knife handle tighter and slowly trace it over his chest as I rock back and forth, faster and faster, his cock pulsing inside me.

My legs begin to shake, and I try to stay focused.

Counting each rib - one, two -

The orgasm slams into me as he pushes upwards and I hear him groan loudly as he explodes into me at the same time - three, four, five - I press the blade into his chest between his fourth and fifth rib. His flesh resists, but the knife is sharp and slips in with a soft, wet sound.

Vincent gasps. His eyes wide with shock.