Leah

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. Then he inhaled deeply, as if trying to breathe me in.

—Didn't you miss me?

I clenched my jaw.

"Not even my cock?" he added, pressing his erection against my back.

"I have a knife in my hand," I warned him.

He let out a little laugh.

-AND?

His hand slowly moved up my arm, his fingers closing around my wrist.

—Are you planning to stab me again?

—If I have to do it —he hisses.