Chapter Twenty
June
The combination of a fresh kill and mind-blowing sex creates a euphoric high I’d give anything to ride forever.
Leaning against Theo’s back on the ride to his house, I replay the last hour, skipping over fear and uncertainty to focus on the parts that make me momentarily forget who I am.
The kill was faster than normal, but it did the job, and now I’ll have at least a few weeks with smoldering coals in my gut rather than molten-hot flames.
And Theo. It’s apparent now why someone would stay with him even if he’s an asshole. I’m already aching for that second round he promised.
Once back at the house, I look down at myself and the blood that’s soaked my shirt and stained my hands. I’ve never left a kill site with so much evidence on me before. Much less left the body behind in a building with cameras.
“The security cameras,” I say, turning to Theo.
“I’ll deal with them.”
“I want to destroy them.”
He levels his gaze on me. “I said I’ll take care of it.”
“Or you’ll save them for more blackmail on me. I’ll destroy them.”
An eyebrow cocks and he saunters closer.
My mind says to back up because his closeness seems to fuck with my logic, but my feet stay planted.
“I have plenty of blackmail. I don’t need this.
Besides, we were in my bar surrounded by my people and the tape will show everything that happened after you went all reaper on that jackass.
Trust me, I will take care of the tapes. ”
I frown. “Why would I trust you?”
He grabs the back of my neck, applying enough pressure to force me to look up at him. “Because I’d have to gouge the eyeballs out of anyone who dared to watch me fucking you on that table.”
My lips part, and my pussy clenches. “Not a fan of voyeurism?”
“Watching, sure. But no one else will see you like that.”
“What if I want them to?” I ask, not bothering to hide the challenge in my tone.
He squeezes harder and pulls me up to my toes.
“I don’t really give a shit what you want.
” His mouth crashes to mine then, tongue instantly exploring my mouth.
I bite down on his bottom lip hard enough for him to hiss.
The kiss breaks, and he growls. “Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you kept provoking me? ”
“Didn’t I tell you to stop ordering me around?”
“I have seventeen more days, little reaper. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you in that time.” Then he effortlessly scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to his room.
“Theo! Put me down!”
Of course, he ignores me. It’s not until he’s gotten something out of his bedside table that he throws me on the bed.
I start to scramble away, but he’s on me quickly, legs pinning me down.
My attempts at bucking him off do nothing to deter him from his mission.
He pulls my hands over my head, holding them together.
I strain my neck back and watch upside down as he ties my wrists together with something soft.
He adjusts his legs so his feet help keep me still while he reaches for a restraint tied to his bedpost. It doesn’t take him long to connect the silk ropes around my hands to the restraint, then he climbs off me and repeats the process with both legs so they’re spread wide.
“Untie me right now or I swear to God I’ll slit your throat in your sleep,” I threaten.
In response, he cranks the ratchets, adjusting the tightness of the ropes so there’s no slack. I yank at them, trying to bend my knees or pull down the headboard, but all that accomplishes is causing the ropes to dig into my skin.
Theo stands next to the bed and surveys his work with a sinful smile. “Threatening me with violence isn’t the deterrent you think it is, reaper.” He turns to walk out of his room.
I’m momentarily stunned. Is he planning to leave me like this?
I almost scream for him to get back here and let me go but decide to use the time to try and undo the restraints. Craning my neck, I study the knots he used around my wrist, hoping to find a weak spot. But Theo knows his knots, and there’s no way I’m getting that undone from this position.
“You don’t move until I decide to let you.”
Theo is back, leaning in his bedroom doorway and twirling a pair of scissors on his fingers.
“And James isn’t home, so screaming won’t do you any good either.”
Vexed, my joints stiffen. “Theo. Let me go.”
He shakes his head. “Not until you’ve learned the consequences of provoking me.”
“What? You going to spank me?”
“I don’t think that would be much of a lesson for you, would it?
” He walks forward, spinning the scissors once more.
He snips the air once, as if to scare me, and I hate how a thrill crawls up my legs.
“Lay still.” He rests a knee on the bed for balance, then grabs the hem of my shirt, placing it between the blades.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
He snips, cutting a long slit into the shirt, and sets them down on my stomach. The cool metal causes goosebumps to form, which spread to my toes when he grips either side of the slit and yanks, ripping the shirt down the center.
“Theo!”
He spreads his warm hands along my shoulders, pushing the shirt back. “Gotta burn it, little reaper. It’s covered in evidence of your extracurricular activities.”
I press my lips together because he’s not wrong. There’s no fully getting blood out of clothing. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m okay with him literally ripping my clothes off my body.
Which he continues to do with my pants, underwear, bra, and socks until I’m lying, tied to his bed, completely naked.
With my legs forcibly spread like this, I feel more vulnerable and on display than ever.
Theo is standing at the foot of his bed, fully clothed and looking me over like a slab of meat he’s considering taking home to roast.
“Stunning,” he whispers, almost to himself. A traitorous blush rises to my cheeks. “But I’m the only one who gets to watch.”
My lips turn down in confusion because there’s no one else here. Then he pulls a black silk eye mask from his back pocket and moves to the head of the bed.
“Don’t.” I attempt to dodge his hands, but I’m helpless in this position, and he tightens the mask around my eyes.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I clamp it shut.
“Such a bratty little thing.” Fingers squeeze my jaw, forcing it apart. As soon as my mouth is open enough, Theo stuffs fabric inside. “Use this as a reminder that you want me just as much as I want you.” He wraps another silk tie around my mouth so I can’t spit out whatever fabric gag this is.
As I process his words, a taste registers on my tongue, and I realize exactly what I have lodged between my lips.
My underwear. The same pair he just cut off my body that’s soaked in both of our cum. I gag at the same time that I feel more desire pool between my legs.
“How do we taste, little reaper?” He adds, almost as an afterthought, “Three quick tugs on the restraints if you want this to stop.”
Right, I can’t speak to call out a safeword if needed. The thought ramps up my anticipation.
Suddenly, cold metal presses against my shin. He drags what I assume are the scissors up my leg, lingers on the inside of my thighs, then up my waist. He circles my nipples with the blade, moving it so the sharp tip digs into the flesh of my tits. But he never breaks skin.
Once he has the scissors against my throat, he leaves it there, and his next words are hot against my ear like he’s inches away.
“This is my new favorite knife. Watching you drag it through that throat like it was butter was the sexiest thing I've ever seen.”
Knife. Not scissors. Theo is dragging the knife I just killed someone with across my body.
I pull against the restraints, though only once.
He laughs and kisses my cheek. His heat suddenly disappears, as does the knife against my throat.
Then, just as quickly, teeth land on my inner thigh, and sharp pain explodes when Theo bites hard.
He sucks the skin of my thigh into his mouth, working it between his teeth until I’m pulling so hard on the restraints that the circulation is starting to cut off to my feet.
Then he pulls back and pushes a finger into my waiting pussy.
“I knew you’d like this,” he says upon finding how wet I am.
He removes his finger, and I whine at the loss.
When I’m penetrated next, it’s by something bigger and harder than his finger.
I don’t think too hard about what it is, focusing only on the building need in my core.
I push down on the object as best I can, and Theo flattens a hand on my hip to keep me still.
“Your cunt swallows the handle so perfectly.”
Handle ?
He pulls the object out, then thrusts it back in, faster this time. He continues, speeding up with each thrust. “Come on, little reaper. Let me see you come all over your knife.”
I moan and press my head into the mattress as I fight the restraints to try and ride the handle of my favorite knife.
He moves the hand on my hip down so he can rub my clit.
Then his teeth fasten to my other leg. He lets go and moves his lips further in, kissing the space between my thigh and groin.
At the same time, he pinches my clit and thrusts the knife as deep as possible.
I scream. The panties muffle the sound as I climax, squirting all over my knife and Theo’s hand. He pulls the handle free, and I go limp on the bed, muscles depleted from my third orgasm of the evening.
“Don’t get too comfortable, little reaper,” he says, the gloating audible in his voice. “We’re just getting started.”
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