Naomi
There had been times I was scared in my life. Times that I thought I had watched my life flash before my eyes and knew that I was going to die.
Feeling that knife pressed up against my throat, though, I knew I had been close to death, too close. One misstep, one wrong move, and that knife would have slipped through my skin like butter.
When Gavril had slid the knife down to my breast, I hadn’t been as scared as I thought I would.
When he pressed its sharp tip against my clit, I was shamefully turned on by the thought of danger before me. It was disturbing to think that I wasn’t disgusted by the threat.
But it also warned me how dangerous the man before me was.
I wasn’t dealing with assholes from a club or even overzealous actors that were looking to have a quickie with what the
