Chapter 11
KOEN
“Sit,” I tell her, relishing in every shake of her hand. Every waver of fear in her exhales.
She listens, and it does something to my sick soul.
Backing up, I give her the room to drop into the chair before my six main screens. I lean over her, punching away on the keys and letting her coconut-vanilla scent waft up my nose, which does nothing for the leash on my control I currently have a loose hold on.
I pull up the first night I touched her.
It’s timid, nothing too harsh, she won’t want to see. Not that I’m going to hold back.
She needs to see that she’s mine.
She needs to know the depths of my ownership of her and her body.
She watches with wide eyes as I slide her panties to the side and press a finger inside her, watches how she moans in her sleep, her hand cupping her breast as I finger her slowly.
She didn’t come that night because Bear, the unforeseen glitch in my plan, leapt on the bed and startled me.
This makes her smirk, and I watch her face light from it like a kid staring at a Christmas tree.
I can’t dwell too long on how the smile makes me feel. I don’t have time for my obsession with her to grow.
I’ll be a tangled fucking mess if it deepens.
“How far did you go with me?”
“What do you want to see?” I ask.
“All of it. I want to know…. I need to.”
Typing in the date etched in my memory for life, I pull up two months ago—August 9th, to be exact.
The night I lost control.
So warm.
So perfect.
My fingers slide through the slick arousal coating them, and my dick feels like it’s going to explode from jealousy in my pants.
It’s been well over a year of touching her.
Her writhing tonight is more intense than usual. My girl needs me.
The thought is bullshit, of course. She doesn’t even know I exist.
On some baser level, however, it feels like she does. Like after a long fucking day of work, I’m giving her the release she craves.
A moan spills from her lips, egging me on.
I add another finger and drive them into her harder, faster, until I’m thrusting my pelvis in time with my fingers, wishing I were buried deep inside her.
Thoughts like that lead nowhere good.
She’s not alert. It would be wrong to…
“More!” she whispers sleepily.
She’s never spoken before, and it stops me dead.
Leaning into her, I narrow my gaze to see her through the darkness. Her lids are closed, her body still reeling from my attentions as she pleads with me.
She’s freed her breasts from her shirt, and she’s sleepily squeezing them as I play with her pussy. Her responsiveness, while unintentional, drives me mad.
It’s what keeps me coming back for more.
It’s what has me killing every motherfucker she has the nerve to date.
She knows she’s mine.
I’ve told her over and over, and yet, she remains delusional enough to think she’ll find her soulmate via random hookups her best friend sets up.
I grind my teeth.
“More,” she begs again, and now that I know she’s still drugged out of her mind and asleep, I move my fingers inside her again, curling them upward.
Hearing her speak is new, and my mind can’t wrap around their soft rasp.
She’s perfect.
One of her feet runs over the back of my calf, startling me.
I fall forward, catching myself on my unoccupied hand, coming face to face with the girl who tried to kill me and is still trying, unknowingly.
Being this close to her, listening to her rapid breaths and little moans, has me doing the unthinkable before I can talk myself out of it.
Pulling my fingers out of her sex, I free my cock, stroking it as I listen to her whimper at the loss.
“One day, you’re going to be awake when I fuck you. You’re going to watch me as I sink inside you,” I tell her, stroking myself harder and harder, faster and faster.
My breathing becomes erratic as her hand sinks between her folds.
White-knuckling my cock, I growl. “Mine!”
Her hand slinks away on instinct, her heady eyes fighting to open.
Before she can rouse and realize her predicament, I sink inside her in one smooth thrust.
I halt, realizing what I’ve just done.
I’ve spilled so much blood that my hands are permanently sullied by it, but this feels so much more wrong than any life I’ve cut short.
Taking away her choices feels fucked.
But logically, she has no choice.
She’s fucking mine.
I resolve to the notion and sink deeper, my hands digging into the pillow on either side of her head for leverage.
“Oh, fuck you feel good.”
She’s the closest to waking she’s ever been, but I know she’s had enough of my special tea to remain unaware even if her damning eyes open.
She won’t remember anything.
Her walls grip me, fluttering around me as I fuck her slow and deep.
Savoring her was never how I thought I’d fuck her for the first time. I thought I’d drive into her, shatter her will and her boundaries. Listen to her scream at me to stop.
But hearing her moan, the closer she comes to climax, does something to me.
“You’re fucking poison. I was right,” I grit, relishing how she grips me.
So tight.
So fucking tight.
She comes with a surprised, drawn-out moan, her walls convulsing around me as I fight to starve off my own orgasm.
It’s too soon.
Pulling out at the very last second, I jack myself over her pussy, coming in spurts that have me seeing stars. “You’re perfect.”
Rubbing the head of my still throbbing length through her folds, I hiss at the sensitivity. “Everything’s different now, poison. Everything.”
Greer is shaking as I lean over her shoulder and cut the feed. “The next day, I watched you in the shower. How you tested your sore pussy with your fingers, wondering what happened. Did you know it was me? Did you know I stretched and fucked you the night before?”
She wipes a tear away and looks over at me.
Her silence angers me. Leaning forward, I bite her pouty lower lip, sinking my teeth into it as she screams, her hands finding my throat and pushing with all her might.
“You’ve been mine since the night you tried to kill me.”
Blood trickles down her chin from her lip, and I grin at a job well done.
A shiver worms through my spine as I thumb through it. Watching her bleed might become a new obsession if I’m not careful.
“What do you intend to do with me?” she asks, finally breaking her silence.
I tip her chin back, the tip of my thumb turning red when another drop of blood oozes from her lip. “Keep you all to myself.”
“You’re not going to kill me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“I’m never going to be yours.”
“You already are. Weren’t you watching? Didn’t you hear?”
I know she knows she’s mine.
“They’ll come for me.”
“They won’t.”
“And if they do?”
“Anyone who gets near you will pay the fucking price. Their blood will be on your hands. Don’t you already have enough staining them?”
She flicks her eyes away from mine, gazing down at her hands that wring in her lap.
It gives me time to get into the cupboard near the door and snag the monitor I intended to put on her first thing.
She’s too distracting for her own good.
Getting it out and opening it, I stride over and drop to one knee before her. “Lift your foot onto my leg. Either one will do.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I fucking told you to,” I snarl.
She stiffens, seeming to remember she’s supposed to be behaving before lifting her foot onto my upper thigh.
Bear growls from the other room, and the sounds of him biting the crate have me grinning.
He likes me just fine and will listen, but only because he senses I’m his better, his alpha, as it were.
He loves her. Their bond is different.
I don’t doubt for a moment that I could land on the wrong side of Bear, chewed to bits, if I’m not careful.
She watches me place an ankle monitor on, and I turn it away from her as I enter a code into it to lock it. “This is a safety measure I’m sure I won’t need to use since you’ll be a good girl and stay put. Call it an insurance policy.”
“And when I don’t show up to work on Monday?”
“You resigned, effective immediately, last night. Don’t you remember?”
Tears of rage fall down her cheeks, and I hope she breeds life into that anger. Fucking her while she tries to tear the flesh from my bones is an outcome I hope happens sooner rather than later.
“You can’t just keep me here,” she says, sniffling as she yanks her foot back to the floor and stands.
I look up at her, remaining on my knees before her with a sick grin on my face. “I can do whatever I want to.”
“You’re going to get caught. Your luck will run out, and I hope I’m alive to see it.” The vitriol in her words has me reaching for her.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her thigh, I relish in the gasp of fear she gives me at my touch. I pull her closer, leaning closer to press my face at the junction between her thighs.
Even through the fabric of her sleep shorts and her panties, I can smell her. Her musky scent is the stuff drugs are made of. It’s the thing I can’t get out of my head, even while my skin is covered in someone else’s blood; her scent is my driving factor.
“Are you wet?” I ask her.
“What?!” she shrieks, trying to push me away, but I tighten my hold on the back of her thigh.
I skirt a hand up her leg, the tips of my fingers peeking out from my black, fingerless gloves, rippling over goosebumps that rise to meet them. “Are. You. Wet.”
She fights to get away from me, but I hold her as firmly as possible.
The chair behind her rolls away, and she topples backward.
I move quickly on my knees to lurch forward and catch her before she can crack her fucking head on something.
Now, she’s beneath me.
“If you wanted to get away, that wasn’t the best plan,” I tease, resuming my taunting, my index finger tracing circles on her inner thigh.
She’s clamped her legs shut and taken away the typical open-door policy I usually have when she’s drugged.
I don’t fucking like it.
“Did watching me fuck you get you wet?” I ask, adding depth to my voice to drive home that I will not be ignored much longer.
“No.”
“That better be the truth, poison, or you won’t like the outcome.”
Fear flickers in her eyes as I sit up on my knees and unsheath a small blade from my side.
She screams, bucking wildly to get free.
Turning over, she gets on her hands and knees and tries to crawl to the door.
My laughing adds a macabre soundtrack to the scene as she attempts to escape me.
I’m far larger and quicker, and I grab her by an ankle with one hand, dragging her back to me.
Her other leg kicks wildly, and I lift the knife in the air so she can’t kick it and hurt herself.
Part of me wishes she would kick the thing and drive it through my body. Thinking of her stabbing me has a tingle working through my cock as it fills with blood.
“Hold still!” I shout, and it’s loud enough that it shocks her.
She shakes as she cries, but does as she’s told.
Muttering to myself, I use the knife to cut through her shorts in the front.
Sheathing my blade, I shove her panties to the side.
“Please,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“If you lied to me, you know there’ll be consequences, right?”
She nods, her tears covering her beauty in emotional rain.
I remove my glove and toss it aside on the floor before leaning over her, much as I had on the video.
My hand teases over her pussy, already feeling her wetness seeping outward in answer.
Tsking, I shake my head, plunging them between her lips.
“You naughty, naughty girl. Lying won’t get you far with me.
I guess you’ll have to learn that the hard way. ”
“I’m sorry,” she says, her sobs choked as she turns her face away from me when I swirl the tip of my finger around her clit.
“Look at me!” I shout, and my voice carries through the house, causing Bear to stir again.
His snarling only enlivens me.
Dropping closer to her face, I bite her earlobe. “I’ve waited a very long time for you to look at me while I touch you.”
“You touched me without my permission,” she replies, turning toward me quickly, causing our noses to rub against one another.
My lips are so close to hers, closer than they’ve ever been.
“If you think I’m going to go down without a fight, you’re fucking delusional.”
This has me pulling my fingers from her center. I smirk as I run them over her lips.
Curling her mouth in disgust, she fights beneath me, but I pin her to the floor harder.
“You can fight me all you want, pretty poison. I want nothing more than to see your fire.”