Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Stair after stair, I climbed, until I hit the landing. The main bedroom was at one end, the retreat which opened onto its own private balcony at the other. I stilled as ithit me hard. The balcony…of course, the fucking balcony.I flew toward the room and the glass door leading outside, tearing through the doorway like a fucking madman.

The door was ajar, letting a cool breeze wash over me as I stepped forward.“Fuck!”I roared, my eyes searching for her.

Something sharp pressed against my back. “That’s right, motherfucker. Now, let’s get one thing straight. Nothing happens unless—”

A knife.

That’s what she had.

The damn knife still smeared with her butter that I’d left on the counter

I swiveled around, not even caring if she stabbed me.

Because all that mattered was that she hadn’t left.

“Unless?” I urged and stepped closer, so close the knife dug into my abdomen.

Pain flared, sharp and piercing, then a wet sensation followed. There was blood, that I knew. Still, I didn’t look down, just leaned into it.

But she did. She looked down as the honed tip of the knife dug deeper into my belly. “Go on,” I murmured. “Unless what, Helene? Unless you like it? Unless you come?”

Her eyes widened as her breaths raced. She jerked her focus from the knife to me.

“Unless what?” I whispered. “Unless you say yes? Is that it, Helene? Do you want to say yes to me?”

A tiny shake of her head told me all I wanted to know.

I lashed out and grasped her wrist with the knife as I stepped forward. She had no choice but to stumble back.

“You’ve had so many chances.” I searched for that flicker of panic as she stumbled backwards. “So many times, you could’ve run. But you didn’t…you didn’t…now I’m asking myselfwhy?”

She swallowed hard, her grip on the knife easing just a little. Was it on purpose? Was she begging me to take charge? I didn’t know. I looked down, to where the cup of her bra had slipped below her puckered, dusky pink nipple. All I knew was I was about to come just thinking about it.

She backed up until she hit the wall at the far end of the sunroom, with me crowding her every step. I yanked her hand holding the knife above her head, letting her wrist take the brunt of the impact as I pushed my body against hers.

“Now anyone would think that’s saying yes, don’t you think, Helene?”

Hate flared in her eyes.

The cut in my belly was throbbing, pulling at my focus, but all I wanted was her. “I bet if I spread your pussy, you’d be glistening. Isn’t that right?”

With a snarl, she slammed her hips forward and into mine, driving with full force against my cock.

Fuck!

Agony ripped through me. I grabbed her and hauled her off her feet. Fists and punches followed, but it was all too late as I took both of us to the floor. I clenched my grip, holding her with my other hand at the last minute so she didn’t slam her head into the floor

“Is that it, Helene?”I roared. “IKNOWyou can do better than that!”

She whipped her head from side to side, baring her teeth.

Christ, I loved it when she did that.

My breaths slowed, and my voice turned husky. “I bet if Idipped right in there, you’d almost fucking come.Maybe I need to find out for myself?” I moved my hand to grasp her throat. “You fight me and I’ll handcuff you to the bed and do it anyway. Your choice.”

She bucked. Of course, she bucked. Helene wasnevergoing to be a woman who didn’t go down swinging. Faces filled my mind of all the Daughters I’d hurt in that place. All the spirits I’d broken. Women who could’ve been exactly like Helene.

But they weren’t, were they?