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Rachel

I sat on the barstool, watching Dante as he did clean up duties. My eyes felt heavy, but I didn’t want the night to end.

He had been so lovely tonight; I was scared to go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and have him be the moody, sullen man I had come to know.

I watched him throughout the night, noticing that he had never taken his eyes off me for long. He watched as I flirted with some of the crew, a dangerous spark in his eye – a spark that told me my punishment would be coming.

I had watched him as he danced with Bee, when he argued with Macbeth, and when he had been roped into playing limbo.

He soon tapped out of that one when the frame went too low, and tagged me in.

The other members had teased him, but he had grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a kiss, saying we were a team, and I was allowed to take over.

I had kept my eyes locked on him as I dropped to my knees and threw my back to the floor, slinking under the bar that two of the women had been holding.

I cleared it easily, and when I got back up, I made sure to do so by rubbing up against his body.

Bee had whooped her approval, and Dante had growled teasing threats in my ear.

I was conscious of the eyes on us, and so I pulled back first, earning a playful “coward” hissed into my neck.

And then, before I knew it, hours had passed, and people were slowly leaving.

Some had to be carried out, some went singing down the street, and Vienna carried Shark on his back, with Shark pretending to be an airplane, saying I could ride him out of there anytime.

I had just laughed and slapped his ass, telling Vienna to get him away from me.

Jenna had kissed my cheek as she left, telling me it was the best night she had had in a long time, and we needed to go and sin sometime soon.

Dante had given us a weird look, but she had just winked at me and begun chasing Vienna down the street, telling him to put her man down.

Vienna had called himself a ninja turtle, and Shark had started shooting pretend laser beams at Jenna.

I smiled as I watched them, feeling a sense of peace settle over me.

For once, I finally felt as though I was accepted – and not just because Dante said I belonged to him. I felt as though these people understood me. They didn’t judge me. They didn’t care what I had done in the past. The future was all that mattered.

“Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you planning on helping?” Dante teased, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I crossed one leg over the other and leant back against the bar. “I dunno. It’s a pretty good view from where I’m sitting.” I bit my lip as he bent low to pick up a broken glass. “Why would I want to give up this to help tidy? Doesn’t seem enticing enough.”

“No?” He said as he straightened. “What would be enticing enough?” He asked as he slowly prowled over to me.

“You’re the one wanting me to move,” I said, swallowing the lump as my mouth suddenly dried. My legs opened automatically, and Dante stood between them, looking down at me with an unreadable glint in his eyes. “You’d have to make me a pretty good offer.”

“You don’t want to move?” He breathed against my mouth.

“Uh-uh,” I shook my head.

He grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me down the stool until my ass was hanging off the edge. “How about now? Is this a better position for you?”

“Maybe.”

“Just maybe?”

I nodded, and he grinned at me. “Seems pretty good from where I’m standing. It could be better, though.”

“Oh?” I said, feeling suddenly breathless.

“Mmm.” he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. He brought it between our bodies and flicked the blade out, causing me to gasp slightly. He gently ran the blade over my jaw and down my neck, pausing slightly at my frantically beating pulse.

“I think,” he said, his voice heavy. “Removing this would make the view much, much better.” And without waiting for approval, he ran the knife down my chest, letting the blade leave a red mark as he gently pressed it into my skin and hooked it under the straps of my top.

With one flex of his arm, he sliced through the flimsy material.

I spread my arms out along the bar to hold me in place, unable to take my eyes off the blade as he ran it down my stomach and inched it under the hem of my top.

With a mischievous grin, he stabbed it through the top and sliced it up the middle.

I gasped again, the cool metal of the blade running along my stomach.

The two pieces of material fell apart, leaving me bare for his hungry gaze.

I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples instantly hardened.

He brought the knife under my left breast and ran it along the curve of my body before circling my nipple with it and then delivered the same treatment to the other.

My chest began to heave as I watched, my throat becoming painfully dry. I swallowed heavily, unable to deny the throbbing between my legs as he continued to tease me with the knife.

He quickly glanced at me, locking eyes with my own, and seeing nothing but trust and arousal there, he shot me a smile that promised so much, and brought the knife to the middle of my chest and ran it down my stomach, digging in hard enough to have me wincing.

He ran it back up my stomach and my head rolled back as his other hand came up to squeeze one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers.

I looked up when he stopped and saw the knife was now between his teeth, and his hands were sliding down my body.

He popped open the button of my leather trousers and then slid his hands to my ass, lifting me off the seat.

He pulled the trousers over the curve of my ass and then lifted my legs to his stomach, holding them high in the air as he pulled the trousers off me, leaving me in nothing but a red lacy thong.

He shuffled closer, leaving my legs over his shoulders. He looked down at me, his eyes half closed, his breathing heavy, and pulled the knife from his mouth.

I held my breath as he placed a kiss on my inner ankle, and then ran the knife down my bare leg, over my thigh, and up to my hip before bringing it back down again and repeating on the other side.

I squirmed in my seat, feeling the dampness pool between my legs, as he pressed the knife to my skin and ran it up the inside of my legs, coming dangerously to my pussy lips, making my clit throb in response.

He watched my face as he pressed the knife into my inner thigh, a feral look coming over him as I began to pant, the pain bringing an unexpected pleasure.

I brought my feet to his shoulders and let my knees fall apart, opening myself for him. He drew in a sharp breath as he saw my glistening pussy bare for his gaze.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, running the knife up and down my inner thigh, leaving red welts as he did so. “Is this all for me, Rachel, or did flirting with my friends already get you going?”

I didn’t say anything, but I tried to thrust my hips up at him, digging my feet into his shoulders.

“I think you liked flirting with them. You liked watching me, to see me growing angry. You liked the thought that I’d deliver a punishment to you, didn’t you?

” He asked, and brought the knife to my pussy, scraping the tip of the blade along my pussy lips.

My clit throbbed harder, aching to be touched.

The knife became slick with my arousal as he ran it around the outside of my pussy, pressing down gently to slightly spread my pussy lips before removing it again.

“Fuck, Dante,” I whispered, my eyes rolling back as another wave of arousal rolled through me, forming into a knot at the pit of my stomach.

There was something so fucking sexy about this dangerous man brandishing a deadly weapon near me. Something that could bring about such pain, and he was using it to deliver a pleasure I hadn’t experienced before.

I knew one wrong move, one smart comment, and he could use the knife to bring more pain, and a messed-up part of me wanted it. I wanted to see how far I could push him.

He laid the knife flat against my pussy, the sharp edge of the blade resting against one of my pussy lips, and pressed down, the cool of the metal hitting my clit. I hissed between my teeth, my back arching.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, running the knife up my body again. I was bent in double as he leant forwards, capturing my lower lip between his teeth, the blade of the knife pressed into the smooth skin of my stomach. “Did you like flirting with my friends?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Tell me what you were thinking.”

He brought the knife up to my throat and ran it along my jaw at the same time as his other hand found its way between my legs, running up and down the length of my slit.

“I was thinking of you,” I admitted. “I wanted you to be jealous.” He pushed two fingers inside me and covered my mouth with his own, smothering the scream that had been ready to break free.

His fingers pumped in and out of me, the knife still resting against my jaw, digging further and further into my skin.

“I was jealous,” he whispered against my lips. “I wanted to rip every man there apart. I wanted to grab hold of you and fuck you in front of everyone. I wanted my cock so deep inside you, to have you screaming my name in front of my entire club. I was jealous. I wanted to rip you apart.”

I couldn’t reply as his fingers picked up the pace, and a small drop of blood spilled from under the knife.

I tensed, my pussy gripping his fingers as my own fingers dug into the wood of the bar.

He removed the knife and laid it on my stomach as his mouth came to lick the tiny wound on my neck.

He flattened his tongue and ran it along the cut, cleaning away the blood and licked his way up to my ear, swirling his tongue around it, taking the bottom of it into his ear and bit down, pulling it between his teeth.