Page 92 of What You left in Me

His gaze hardens, flashing with challenge, and he slows deliberately, dragging out the suspense, slicing my clothes away one cruel snip at a time.

When he severs the last strip, the shorts collapse around my ankles and his gift in disgrace. If Finn lays a hand on me now, I’ll explode. My damp underwear clings shamelessly to me. Fighting him only fuels the wildfire of want.

No wonder vanilla sex never reached me. I need blades and threats to feel this drunk on desire.

Finn drops to his knees, arms banding around my thighs, yanking me toward him. A startled cry rips from my throat as his mouth seals over my panties, heat radiating through the thin barrier. His teeth scrape my swollen clit, pulling ragged breaths from my lungs.

I ache to spread my legs, to lock them around his shoulders and ride his mouth, but that isn’t the role I’m allowed. Instead, I writhe, pretending to resist, while every flick of his tongue drags me deeper into madness.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against my skin. His hand clamps around my anklet, a silent reminder:you’re mine, you can’t run.

That truth is a red flag to my brain… yet it frees me. I can thrash and scream, and he’ll only get harder. Anyone else would bolt. I’m relishing in it.

Finn’s tongue circles harder, pressing with ruthless precision until my breathing turns feathery, desperate.

“You don’t want this?” he murmurs, rising slowly, his finger trailing from my thigh to my mouth. His lips twist as he pushes it past my lips.

Instinct screams to suck. Instead, I bite.

He jerks back with a hiss, pulling free.

A dark smile curves my mouth. “Shove anything between my lips again and I’ll bite it off.” Saliva pools, anticipation turning into hunger.

In my short time of belonging to Finn, I’ve uncovered parts of myself I never dared touch before. A feral urge whispers me to taste his blood. Make it raw and animalistic.

He steps closer, trousers scraping my bare flesh, sending sparks racing across my skin. I’m so close. Too close.God, Ariane, he’s barely touched you.

It’s the mind games… my body reacts as though he’s already inside me.

His eyes glaze, wild with need, and he seizes my lower lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to warn:bite me, and I’ll bite back.

A shudder tears through me as he releases.

Then he goes for his trousers. He hacks through the waistband, shredding the fabric down his thighs. Each cut reveals more: powerful quads, sculpted legs, bare feet braced to devour me. “Let’s see how long your threats last once I take your body.”

Oh God.Heat liquefies me. My cheeks burn with the humiliation of how wet I am. I can’t stop it. He owns me in every sense.

Stepping out of the destroyed trousers, Finn closes in, clad only in dark briefs. His hips roll against mine, thick hardness pressing into me as he murmurs, “Say it again… that you don’t want this, you dirty little slut.”

How can I lie when my body is screaming yes? My mind is fogged, but the game demands resistance. He wants me to fight. So, I do.

I lunge, snapping my teeth close enough to graze his nose. “Go to hell, you filthy bastard.”

His cock jerks against the fabric, scorching me. In a flash, his hand cracks across my cheek, heat radiating in violent waves.

I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. “You hit a woman for saying no? You’re fucking sick.”

His lips purse. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

I take the challenge. “You think you can scare me, but you can’t.”

He fists my hair, wrenching my neck to the side. Pain slices down my spine and a whimper escapes. “Would someone sane do this?”

Silence.

He twists harder until I scream, “Yes!”

Still unsatisfied, he snatches the scissors, shredding away my last defenses— my panties and his boxers flutter down together. He balances the blades in his hand, then drags the cool point across my stomach. “Would someone sane do this?” A flick of his wrist, and a shallow cut blossoms red.