Page 101 of Convict's Game

Kneeling between my thighs, Convict brandished a savage-looking black-handled knife. “I’m taking the implant out of you.”

Heat flooded my veins, rage following. “You’re insane.”

“For you, completely.”

He dropped the knife to the sheet and took up a bandanna. I expected him to blindfold me, but instead, he forced it between my teeth and tied it off behind my head.

Oh, fuck! I growled around the material, trying to show him with my eyes how pissed off he’d made me.

Convict’s lips twitched. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re angry. You don’t fear me at all, and I love that. Even when I have you completely at my mercy. Even doing this.”

On all fours over me, his head above mine, he picked up the knife and drew the dull side of the blade over my belly and to my breast. He stroked it up and down against my nipple, the savage edge glinting in the light from the lamp my grandmother chose for me.

“I stopped your mouth so you have no way of saying what you think should be said. You’re such a good girl, you ought to tellthe bad boy no. That all the things I want to do to you are wrong. This way, you can just enjoy them.”

I had no excuse for the surge of relief that came with his words. I was wound so tight from his torment. A pulse beat in my clit, and I rode an edge of need so powerful it overwhelmed me.

Convict shifted the pillows under my head so I had a better view down the bed, then drew a line up my leg with the tip of his blade indenting my skin.

I froze. One slip and he could kill me.

That cool tip crossed my hip and eased over my clit. I closed my eyes, my heart racing.

“Watch, Mila.”

I did, trying to calm my breathing through my nose. If I could speak, I’d beg him. Either to stop or for more. I couldn’t tell which.

He used the dull side to press down on my clit, then flipped the knife so he pitched the bladed tip. I took a shuddering breath through my nose.

He notched the blunt handle to my clit and ground it into my flesh, then he parted my lower lips until it met my entrance. “Relax. I’m way thicker than this, and you take me.”

But my body wouldn’t give.

“Too swollen.” Convict clucked his tongue then reached for a spare pillow and lifted my backside to place it under me.

He teased me with his fingers, drawing the arousal lower. I flinched when his fingertip touched my ass.

The bastard smiled. “No one ever fucked you here? Good.”

I cursed him silently, nearly dying with shame when the strange sensation turned pleasurable and my body throbbed. He smirked and pushed that finger inside my ass, continuing the pressure with the knife handle.

“Back when I first saw you, it was on the cameras we had set up on the holding cell for the sex auction. You knew about thecameras, but what you don’t know is that I watched for hours. I watched you sleep. I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.”

I moaned at the thought. The handle slipped past my resistance, penetrating me an inch.

Convict’s tattooed chest rose and fell. “Good girl. If you like that first confession, you’ll love the rest. Every obsessive and possessive thing I do turns you on.”

Holding the finger still, he circled the knife, the light catching it on each turn as it went deeper into me. The blade terrified me, but he didn’t. Somehow, the danger curled around my desire instead of smothering it. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but my pussy did. I needed to come so badly, just like how the ass play went from strange to pleasurable so fast.

“Next, once I found you in the game, I could’ve extracted you without fucking you. I could’ve stripped my shirt and hidden our bodies so I could’ve faked it and saved you the honourable way, but no. I needed to claim you, even if just that once. You were my claimed woman, and everyone saw my dick disappear into you. All those men wanted you, and you were mine.”

Of course he’d done that, and I wasn’t mad about it.

The knife handle was halfway inside me now. The spiralling warmth of my desperately approaching orgasm had never gone away, but the urgency kicked up a notch.

Still, he moved slow and with unerring precision, never letting the edge stray close. His confession continued. “After that, I had the chance to help you because you needed it, but I chose to trap you in a deal that meant I could keep you. I also spent time internet stalking you to go with the physical stalking. To be clear, I’d do all of these things again.”

Arrogant bastard.