Chapter 31 #2
This shit with Rhett… fuck, it’s rattled the cage of the beast I keep hidden inside.
There will be consequences. I can feel it trying to bend the bars of its enclosure to free itself.
But I won’t let myself and my feverish need to claim her all for myself, destroy Blair.
I’ll turn the damage inward if I must, if that means keeping her safe from me.
I lunge forward.
Blair doesn’t have time to react as I grab for her.
She screeches with rage as I twist her arm back and grab for the other while using my body weight to pin her against the side of the examination table.
Her leg kicks out. The heel of one hits my shin and I curse but don’t let up as I grab for her other arm.
When I have both secured in one hand, I reach back and pull out the ziptie cuffs I’d made knowing this very scenario was a likely possibility.
When her hands are secured and I press my hips into her ass to keep her in place so that I can reach for the box.
“I’m going to kill you!” she snarls.
I would’ve found her threat amusing but the way she continues to struggle, it’s forcing her ass to grind up against my dick. On top of that, she’s trembling with rage which only increases the friction. I choke on a groan as I grow hard beneath her struggles.
Fuck… I suck in a deep breath through my nose.
Instantly I realize that’s a mistake. It only brings her subtly sweet scent into my lungs, making me even harder.
It would be so easy to simply yank down her pants right now and shove my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
I know she’d feel perfect wrapped around me.
I’d never want to leave, and maybe I wouldn’t.
If there was a way to fasten us together like that for all of eternity I would—
I cut off that train of thought as my heart starts to race and my mouth dries.
That’s the creature in me talking. It’s the perverse animal I’ve been trying so hard to contain.
Maybe I should’ve had Wes here for this. Then again, if I had told him I was about to insert a tracker beneath Blair’s skin I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t agree with this. He probably would’ve told me that this was going too far. That this won’t be good for my mental health.
And he might be right.
The fact that I already know I’ll be obsessively watching her every movement when she’s not in my sight through the app on my phone, might be the best indicator that this probably isn’t the greatest idea.
Oh fucking well.
“Where do you want it?” I ask as I try not to enjoy the grinding of her ass against me.
“Fuck you, Ledger!”
If only we could… With a huff I try again. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer or I’ll pick myself.”
“Don’t you dare!” she seethes.
That wasn’t an answer. I gave her the opportunity to speak up, now I get to decide where the tracker goes.
Her pants come down first. It’s tricky given that I have to keep her pinned to the table.
When enough skin is showing, I lean harder against her to keep her still then I grab the gun from the padding inside the box.
Lifting it up into the light, I double check that the tracker is in place inside the barrel.
“Take a deep breath for me, Blair,” I warn. “You might feel a bit of a sting.”
Blair fights against me harder. “Don’t you do it!”
“This is for your own good.”
I lean harder against her so that Blair’s upper half folds down onto the table. Then, before she can really start to buck, I bring the gun around and stab the sharp tip of the gun into the side of her right hip.
Judging by the pitch of Blair’s shriek, it hurt more than just a sting.
I shush her gently, like I would a wild animal, as I pull the trigger and shoot the small tracker into body.
When it’s done its job, I toss the gun onto the table and pull out my phone.
Quickly, I pull up the app and wait for the signal to connect.
Once the red dot appears on the small map, I know my work here is done.
Soon, her biometrics will begin to roll in.
I’ll know everything from her heart rate to her exact location.
“Good girl, Blair,” I murmur mockingly, unable to help myself knowing that it’ll just piss her off even more.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my master-set of keys and grab the small folded pocket knife attached to the key ring.
I open the blade and cut the zip ties from her wrists.
With a smug smile, I fold the blade up and shove the keys back into my pocket.
Pushing away from her, I start to straighten.
Blair whirls around fast, faster than I could’ve predicted, and slams her fist into my jaw.
I see stars as I stumble back.
“Goddamn it, Blair! What the fuck—”
Her fist slams into my gut and then my balls. The move punches the air from my lungs. I wheeze as I hit the ground with one knee. I look up just in time to see the heel of Blair’s boot flying toward my face. Ducking, I force myself to rise and push her back from me.
“Enough!” I roar.
“It’s not nearly enough!” she objects in a high pitch screech that makes me cringe. “Get out you fucking asshole!”
I scowl at her. “Don’t be mad, Blair. Now if something ever happens to you—”
I scurry back out of the way as her fist goes flying again. Stupidly, I allow a soft laugh at her anger slip out. Retaliation is instant. Blair grabs the applicator gun and throws it at me. I duck and it smashes against the wall.
“I’m poisoning your dinner!” she promises darkly. “Now, get out!”
“You’ll see this is for the best,” I tell her before leaving the room.
I don’t put it past her not to put something into my food. I’ll have to watch out for that. It’s totally worth the suspicion that will come with every bite, now that I have access to Blair whenever I want.