Chapter 35 Mila 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 tell the 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 the cameras, 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. He tilted his head and regarded my face, spotting the challenge in my eyes. "My apology is for the part you found wrong. The lie by omission about your family member who I won't name as there's no one in this bedroom but us. For that, I'm sorry. Also for listening in on your conversation with him when you were in the office. I know with both those things, I crossed a line, even if protecting you didn't feel like a mistake." God, he was such a jerk. The handle bottomed out, only the sharp edge sticking out of me. Convict fucked me slowly with it, rapture in his eyes. All I knew was the dangerous thrill it generated. Not the same as his dick, but any relief was welcome. When I rolled my hips to take another thrust, he pulled it out of me, the finger leaving my ass, too. I whimpered around the gag, a tear leaking from my eye with how badly I needed to come. But then his dick filled me, and his body pressed down on mine. Convict speared me open. I could've cried with how my relief flowed. He filled me so perfectly, and it felt so good to finally get what I craved. What I needed. He tapped my ass cheek then reached for my restrained arms. With a click, the cuffs fell away. I clutched on to him hard, trembling, desperate. "I shot a tracker into you. Not sorry for that either, but you should know. No one can ever take you from me. I'll always find you. Always." I barely cared, so caught up on his increasing tempo, but also on the powerful sense of completeness that stole through me. Cassie and the girls had implied as much, and I loved it. I wanted him so gone for me, so unhinged he went to extremes. He fucked me harder, driving me into the bed and kindling the heat inside me into an inferno. I burned for him. A white-hot blaze. "Do you want to come, Mila?" He tugged the gag from between my teeth. "Yes," I cried. "Then give me what I need. Give me that forgiveness for everything from this night and before. I don't care how fucking twisted it is to take it from you like this." I didn't care either. "Don't lie to me again." "Okay." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Forgiven." He shuddered in obvious relief. "Lastly, I'm sorry if this hurts." My orgasm crested, and I cried out. A shallow slice of pain registered in my arm, but it was barely a blip on my overwhelming rush of pleasure and happiness. My body sang, pure satisfaction rolling through me until my legs shook. Thank God. Thank all the angels and devils and whatever gave him his power over my body. I lost myself to the stunning climax, my ecstasy extending when I clamped down on him enough that he thickened and came for a third time. His laugh pulled me from the depths of my stupor. With bloodied fingers, he daubed red onto his cheeks then held up a small plastic stick. My contraceptive. "I'm so fucking in love with you." We alternated fucking and sleeping hard in a mess of sweat, blood, cum, and scattered pillows. Convict was relentless in his need to be inside me, and when he slowed, I took over. I loved the frenzy. I didn't feel the pain. Not until late morning when I woke with him sleeping on my belly, one hand still on my breast. Impossibly, I still felt needy. Probably due to the fact the asshole had sliced my arm and removed my contraceptive. The cut was shallower than the one delivered by Esther's mother, and he'd patched me up with antiseptic and a bandage. I was insane for finding it the hottest experience of my life. The cold light of day was always my friend. I held my arm up and twisted it to regard the two beige strips. Then I reached for my phone. Ignoring all the notifications, I searched for an appointment slot at my doctor's office, finding one for late afternoon. One tap and it was mine. Convict shifted in his sleep and blindly groped for my breast, fitting his mouth to my nipple. He stroked me with his tongue and sucked. Done with my task, I dropped the phone and threaded my fingers into his hair, arching my shoulders to push into his mouth and enjoying the zing of pleasure. His hand drifted up my legs, that snake tattoo between my thighs. As he sucked, he got his fingers wet and played, still not entirely awake. I didn't know what round of sex this was. I'd lost count long ago. All I knew was the easy path of following my body's need which never seemed to end. I let my knees fall wide open and closed my eyes so the sensation took me over, an easy climax coming with a cry of desire on my lips and a whisper of love on his. We slept again. When I next woke, it was the handcuffs I reached for, along with Convict's wrist.