Leah

He wrapped his arm around my waist, dragging me back into his chest.

His face pressed into the curve of my neck. He inhaled deeply, as if he was trying to breathe me in.

"You didn't miss me?"

My jaw clenched.

"Not even my cock?" He added, pressing his hardness against my back.

The knife in my hand loosened.

"I am holding a knife," I said.

He chuckled. "And?"

His hand slid up my arm, slowly, fingers curling around my wrist. He stopped my movement with ease.

"Planning on stabbing ...