Katya held the knife between their lips and together they kissed and licked at the blade – then she lifted it high above her head. He was enjoying the situation, relishing Katya’s nervousness as she visibly shrank into her seat before him, trembling deliciously. She looked around when Grigori laid a hand on her shoulder. Her mouth trailed down the sweating throat and chest to lick with exquisite delicacy at the oozing wound in Dana’s bosom then she nipped the other nipple in her white teeth and pulled slowly, but firmly. Her eyes widened and her tongue churned behind sharp, white teeth. “My family vault is unattended overnight” she said, handing him the key. Katya glanced over her shoulder at the men. Without breaking their kiss Katya traced the point of the blade along the contours of Dana’s slowly undulating body, from the collarbone down to her parted thighs and back again, scoring a pattern of shallow cuts into her firm young flesh. The men held cleavers and knives and she noticed that they wore aprons and
