Chapter 31 – Sage
M y doubt slowly fades, replaced with determination and desire.
Elias is giving me control again.
He knows how desperately I need it right now, especially in front of the man who denied me control for years.
“Undress me. Slowly,” I say.
Elias leans in to give me a kiss, but I stop him, catching his face in a clawed grip.
“I didn’t say you could kiss me.”
I release him, and he smirks, like a brat. He glances over his shoulder, then holds up a finger.
“One second.”
Elias turns and walks to a sink behind Chase to wash his hands.
Right. He got Chase’s blood on them .
After drying his hands, Elias grabs what looks to be a helmet and puts it on Chase whose head lolls as he struggles to stay conscious.
Elias latches the helmet to chains hanging from the ceiling.
I’m guessing it’s to prevent him from moving his head around.
Elias then picks up a roll of tape off the torture table and tears off two pieces.
Chase squeals and jerks around in his chair as Elias puts the tape on his eyelids to make sure they stay open.
“That’s sick,” I whisper. Not so much in disgust but in awe because Elias has literally thought of everything. I mean, who has a specially made helmet that prevents head movement?
I guess mafia bosses who need it for torture.
Elias pauses once he’s done, seeming to gauge my reaction. The corner of his mouth turns up.
“This turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Elias returns to me and wraps his large hand around my throat.
“You’re perfect,” he says against my lips, brushing them against mine.
Teasing me.
“May I undress you now?” he asks.
“You may.”
Elias moves his hands to the bottom hem of my sweater. He slowly lifts it, as I commanded, and when the material reaches my breasts, Elias leans in to press his lips in between them.
“Listen, brat, you better stop disobeying me,” I say, my voice infused with lust.
He chuckles, his hot breath on my skin makes me shiver. With one final kiss to my sternum, he removes the sweater the rest of the way.
Next, he gets on his knees to work on my leggings. His fingertips hook the band, and he begins inching them down.
Okay. I know I told him to undress me slowly, but I didn’t know what I was talking about.
This is torture.
He’s peeled the leggings down to thigh-level, allowing him to give me more kisses—one on each thigh. My hands fall to his luscious black hair. I comb my fingers through the loose curls and fist to lift his head away from my body.
“Changed my mind. Go faster and once you’re done, I want you to put your mouth on my cunt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says and smiles. God it’s such a beautiful smile, lighting up his entire face. He’s got a small dimple on his left cheek—barely visible unless you’re close enough—and crow’s feet around his vibrant blue eyes.
I yelp when he shoves the leggings the rest of the way down.
“Step out… please, Madam Manilow,” he says, and I hold on to his shoulders .
He tosses the bottoms toward Chase, and they land at his feet.
Fuck. I forgot he was there.
I smirk, and my ex squirms in the chair, distracting me from what Elias is doing.
Because I didn’t notice my underwear was gone until I’m being lifted off the ground and placed ass naked on a table.
Elias gets on his knees again, allowing his face to be pussy-level, and he wraps his arms around my thighs.
He says nothing as he dives in, licking up my slit to my clit and sucks.
My head falls back with a moan, and my hands return to Elias’s hair. I tug on the strands, attempting to bring him closer.
“Yes, Elias, that feels good,” I say as he lashes his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He lets go of one thigh and seconds later, two of his fingers are teasing my entrance.
“I need them inside me,” I whine.
He slides them in and pumps casually while his mouth works my clit. He hums, feeling my walls clench his two girthy fingers, and the vibration sends a shot of lust throughout my body.
“I need to come. Make me come, Boss.”
The nickname is like a catalyst, and he pumps his fingers faster. His mouth sucks my clit rougher. When he lets go of my other thigh to reach his arm up and pinch my nipple, my release washes over me.
Elias stands when I’m done shaking, and he walks over to Chase, forcing him to watch while he sucks my pleasure off his fingers. I stifle my moan at how fucking hot and sick that is, and I think I need to question my morality after today.
But right now?
I need more.
“Take off your clothes and fist your cock,” I say.
I lean back on the table and watch Elias remove his shirt.
I’ve explored the mesmerizing ink across his expansive chest and thick arms more times than I can count, and I can never get enough.
The same theme along his chest and arms continues down his thighs and legs: roses and greenery, guns, knives, and snakes.
When his underwear is off, his dick springs up, pointing directly at me. Elias steps between my legs.
“Not yet,” I tsk. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Elias closes his eyes, the lids fluttering at my words. He takes hold of his cock and slowly strokes the shaft.
“Faster.”
“I can’t. I’ll come, and I’m not coming unless it’s inside you.”
I slap him .
His head whips to the side, and his hand pauses mid-stroke. I cover my mouth with my palm, failing to hold in my giggles.
“Sage,” he warns.
“That’s for being a brat,” I say. “Brats don’t get to come until I say so.”
Chase grunts, but I ignore him, relishing the fact that he can’t look away. That he gets to see what it’s like to please a woman.
“Touch. Yourself,” I order, and Elias resumes fisting his cock.
He grits his teeth, I assume to stop himself from coming. I lock eyes with him as I pinch and pull my nipples.
“So good, Boss,” I whisper.
He growls and before I can give him his next order, he’s grabbing my legs and shoving his cock inside me.
“Not fair!” I scream, which turns into a moan when Elias drives into me like a madman. “Fuck, yes, Boss.”
He kisses me. It’s raw and consuming, and his teeth catch on my lips. I taste blood, but I don’t care because I’ve never had a man lust over me the way that Elias does.
It’s slightly toxic... definitely full of red flags... but it doesn’t matter because they’re my red flags now.
Because he’s my husband.
Mine .
“Please,” I whimper against Elias’s mouth.
“Tell me what you need,” he nearly growls .
“Make me come. Please. I need to come.”
His hand finds my neck again, and I can’t stop the moan when his grip tightens. He pistons into me harder, the loud slaps echoing around the cold, dim room. My vision blurs from his strong hold around my neck. It’s skirting that wonderful line between pain and pleasure.
When my eyes begin to droop from the lack of oxygen, Elias lets go and the relief of getting air while getting fucked so brutally has my body erupting with a second orgasm.
Elias pumps a few more times before he spills his cum inside me.
He rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. I rub my hands up and down his back—something he rarely lets me do. He usually grabs me by the wrist and gently shoves my hands away.
Not this time.
My fingertips pass over several scars—too many scars. I’ve seen them before, but I never asked about them, and he hasn’t told me about them either. Most of them are hidden underneath tattoos.
“Elias,” I whisper, my voice laced with tears.
He pulls back and cradles my head in his hands. “Some are from getting shot or stabbed. Some are from my father.”
“I’m so sorry. ”
“Don’t be. They made me stronger. They made me the man I am today.”
He kisses me, then slowly removes his cock and turns me, legs spread wide for Chase to watch as cum slowly seeps from me.
Elias uses his finger to shove it back inside.
“That’s how you fuck someone,” Elias says to Chase while pulling up his pants.
He zips and buttons them, then walks back to the chair Chase sits in limply.
Only his head is still being held up, his eyes taped open.
“This amazing and beautiful woman deserves to be worshipped. To get all the orgasms. That was only two. I’ve given her plenty more. ”
“Glad you enjoy my leftovers,” Chase says. His voice is weak, but full of arrogance.
Elias’s arm cocks back and before I can stop him, he punches Chase square in the jaw.
“Elias, wait,” I say as he tears off the helmet and rips the tape off my ex’s eyelids. “I want to do it.”
I’m slipping my clothes back on as he storms over to the torture tool table, next to the one he fucked me on, and grabs a knife. He shakes his head. “No, Sage, I can’t let you do that.”
“Let me?”
“You know what I mean. Killing someone...”
“I almost killed that man who was going to shoot you. ”
“But you didn’t. One of my men put a bullet in his head. Taking a human life changes you. And this is different. That man was a stranger. You didn’t have a history with him.”
“Elias... I’m fine. I promise. I want to do this. Please. I need to.”
I reach for the knife he’s clutching in a deathly grip.
Instead of handing it over right away, he searches my eyes waiting to find my fear, any hesitation from me.
I’ve never been more certain of something in my life.
“Okay,” he says, softly.
“Bitch,” Chase gurgles, spitting out blood and a couple teeth from the impact of Elias’s punch.
“Seriously?” I say and slowly sink the knife into his thigh. Chase clenches his jaw and groans. “Haven’t you learned that talking gets you in more trouble? More pain?”
I take the blade out of his leg and blood pools to the surface.
Elias is off to the side watching me, but I keep my focus on Chase.
I never imagined I’d get to carry out all the fantasies I’ve had about ending this man’s life.
“I did everything for you,” I say, my voice quiet. I hold the knife to his chest. My hands shake ever so slightly. “I was good to you.”
The muscles in Chase’s jaw ripple. He’s desperate to say something, but he’s smart this time and stays quiet .
“You made me believe I was worthless. You mentally and verbally abused me. I left and yet, you couldn’t let me be at peace. You came back into my life and used my parents as leverage to force me to help you.”
I vaguely register Elias’s steps before he’s at my back. He snakes his arms around me and covers my hands with his on the knife. I hadn’t realized how badly they were shaking. Or that I was crying.
Sobbing.
“Fuck you.” It’s all I have left to say before I sink the knife into Chase’s heart.
He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening before they slowly close as the life drains out of him.
I let go of the knife as if the handle burned me and turn to bury my face in Elias’s chest. He cocoons me in his long, strong arms.
“I’m so proud of you,” he says softly and kisses the top of my head.
We stand there for a few minutes before he releases me.
“Come on, my wife.” He holds out his hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He leads me down a hallway to a room that has a bed and a bathroom, and we quietly shower together.
No sex, just a few kisses, and a terrifying and dangerous man taking care of the woman he keeps saving.
Who he chose to spend the rest of his life with.