He cut through the material of my sweatpants and shorts in one motion, ignoring the fact that he could have just taken my pants off like a normal person. The unnecessary force of it appealed to me on a primal level I’d have never expected. To be so consumed by the adrenaline coursing through my veins as the tip of the knife dragged over the bare skin of my pussy, my breath wheezed out of my lungs in a ragged gasp.
Enzo finally moved to my shoes, tossing my socks and sneakers to the side haphazardly and pulling what remained of my pants down my legs to follow suit. With the blade clenched in his grasp, he slid a hand behind each of my thighs and shoved them high. Until my knees touched the sides of my breasts, folding me in on myself, and the edge of the blade scraped the skin of my stomach. He bared me to his view, staring down at me as he considered his options.
He finally smiled down at me, a dawning cruelty in his gaze as he seemed to realize what he wanted to do. Apprehension slithered along my skin, the dark promise in his eyes hinting that the worst of his punishment had yet to come.
He released one of my legs to flip the knife in his hand, the blade clenched in his palm carefully. He slid the hilt of the knife to the space between my legs, nudging the end against my clit gently. There was no resistance from my body as he pressed more firmly, slipping it between my folds to glide against me as he moved it back and forth in smooth torment.
“I think this just became my favorite knife,” he murmured. “Are you going to stain it with cum so that I’ll always remember the way it looked nestled inside you?” he asked. Wetness coated it as he touched it to my entrance, pushing it inside me slowly, shallowly.
I should have been ashamed of the way he made me want this. Of the way my body craved everything he did to me. With the hilt of the knife filling me up, he leaned forward and touched his chest to the tip of the blade. His skin split under the pressure, his blood coating the blade lightly.
With a growl of frustration, he set it aside. Finally burying his face in my pussy and shoving my other leg high again. He worked me right up to the edge of an explosive orgasm with furious strokes of his tongue against my clit. Just when I thought I would tumble over into something mind blowing, he chuckled against me and turned his head. Biting my thigh, he marked me so savagely that I cried out and fought against the binds still holding my wrists above my head. “You fucking asshole,” I hissed, my words defying the heat that bloomed in his bite mark in my flesh when he slid his tongue over the wound and soothed it.
He released my legs, flipping me to my stomach with that cruel glint back in his eyes. The rope twisted, pulling me closer to the headboard ever-so-slightly. The metal of the knife was warmer when he touched it to the skin of my ass, trailing the tip of the blade over the swell just beneath the dimples to either side of my spine.
He traced some kind of pattern, his movements methodical as the blade pressed slightly harder into my flesh. The sting spread across my ass. “What are you doing?” I whimpered, the curve of a circle at the right side of my cheek burning as he connected the two ends.
“Reminding you of what happens when you fuck with what’s mine.” The knife clattered against the nightstand as he tossed it to the side, the bed shifting as he stood. From the corner of my eye as I turned back to watch, he stripped off his clothes in frenzied movements. When he climbed back into the bed behind me, he grasped me around the hips and lifted me to my knees. I rose up onto my elbows, struggling against his grip as he shifted his hands to my waist.
Shoving inside me without warning, he struck the end of me on the first stroke and tore a strangled scream from my throat. Too full, too suddenly, despite the wetness that coated my center. His hands on my waist pressed down, pushing my upper body against the bed so that only my ass tipped up for his use.
He grunted as he drew back, lifting a leg to cock it to the side of my body and shove even deeper on the second thrust. With my arms trapped above my head and his hands pinning me at the waist, he leaned his body over mine and fucked me in deep, harsh thrusts that stole the breath from my lungs.
“Enzo,” I gasped my warning. The bindings pushed me to my limit, tested the boundaries of what I would give him in a way that the knife against my skin hadn’t done. His hand came down on the sensitive flesh at the top of my ass, slapping against the burning marks he’d left etched into my skin.
“You’ll take what I give you, Carina,” he growled. “Just be grateful I didn’t belt your ass for what you did. This is my body. This is my fucking ass, and I will not tolerate you putting it at risk.”
“I didn’t mean to do it!” I protested with a snap, my voice muffled by the hair that surrounded me as he jostled me with his brutal claim on my body.
“I. Do. Not. Fucking. Care!” he roared, making me flinch and then still. He slid a hand beneath me, using two fingers to stroke my clit until I couldn’t hold back the twitching in my thighs. “Who owns you?” he asked, putting so much pressure against the bundle of
