Chapter 31
Greer
Koen’s hands on my ass are like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The stock is closed over me, and while I feel like I’m at his complete mercy, I don’t hate it.
The thought crashes through my mind that there are so many people who would hate to be in the position I am in with Koen.
Shit, there are probably those who’ve had run-ins with him who, if they saw me right now, would fear for my well-being.
“Fuck, Greer. You don’t know what I’d do to hide you away from the world.”
“You have me hidden. I’m yours,” I breathe through the sting of another slap against my flesh.
It’s the first time I’ve said I’m his without being commanded to do so.
“I need to erase you from the world, poison. I need you to be the oxygen in my lungs. The blood in my fucking veins.” His words are hard fought, growled as he caresses his hand over the stinging of my ass from his punishment.
I’ve done nothing but exist.
He needs this, I remind myself.
“Erase me? Kill me?” I breathe, wiggling my ass.
In a way, I hope my movements coax him inside me, forcing him to forget the need to…
Another spanking has me catching my breath, curling an ache through my lower belly, and shoving all thoughts from my brain.
Koen bows over my body, his lips skimming my ear.
I barely have room to turn into him, but I manage a fraction. My throat burns against the strain; the wood of the stock is smooth, but it’s pressing into my skin like we’re at war.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Greer? I can’t kill you. Fuck, I can’t even imagine you being away from me for a moment. Those three days in lock-up were the worst of my life. I couldn’t watch you. I couldn’t run my nose along your throat and breathe you in.”
While he’s taunted me with his words, his hand has teased over my ass, sliding lower in a playful manner, the tips of his fingers rimming my entrance that’s sopping for him.
“Koen,” I breathe, delirious with each one of his touches.
Somehow, not being able to watch him is driving me higher and higher by the second.
I know it’s feeding something in him to have me bound, but I want nothing more than to beg him to let me out of the stockade.
“Say it again.” His fingers press inside me like a promise of what I’ll get if I’m his good girl, and then they drag back out.
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s asking for.
“Koen?” I can’t help the question in my tone, wondering if I’ve done as he asked, so that I can be rewarded with more.
More of him.
Just more.
His hand collides with my ass again. “Like you fucking mean it!”
“Koen!” It passes my lips as a breathless moan, my lungs emptying, nothing left to breathe as he slams his fingers inside me, rendering me speechless.
“You’ve always been the perfect poison. The one I’d take even knowing it would kill me. I’d die for you, Greer. If it comes to it, I will.”
Tears roll down my cheeks at his words, his machinations keeping me boneless beneath him as my orgasm bobs close to the surface, my center burning in warning.
“Would you die for me?” he asks, adding another finger, picking up his pace with them.
“Yes!”
“Would you die for this?”
I could ask what he means, but I know.
This is an undeniable, living, breathing thing between us that neither of us can escape.
“Yes!” My answer is the same, and it always will be.
I know what I want, and I can’t make excuses any longer.
I want him.
I want whatever deranged fucking world this is as long as he’s a part of it.
“Prove it,” he growls. “Prove you’d die for me.”
His fingers fuck me expertly, and my eyes cross. Every time I’m close, he backs off, ruining my pleasure.
When I do come, I don’t think I’ll survive it.
It feels like he said, like I’ll die.
“It’s too much,” I cry, tears still streaming down my face.
“You take it for me. You die for me,” he grinds out.
“Koen! It’s too much,” I whisper, unable to get my words formed into any audible tone.
Not that he’d listen.
“Come on, poison. Die for me,” he murmurs, his voice sounding wholly transfixed on me.
“I can’t,” I plead.
“You said you would.”
“Oh, God!” I whimper. “Oh, God. It’s too much.”
If he ruins this, I will die.
But shit, I still might from the climax that threatens to ruin my entire body, to rip it to the barest fucking molecules.
I won’t be the same version of Greer Allen I was before this.
He’s killing me.
Not in a real way that would cease my breathing, but much like he claims that I did that night on the road when I drove away from him and left him helpless.
He’s remaking me in his image, stitching my fucked-up soul with a dark thread I’ll never be able to untangle.
“Now, you get it,” he says as if he can see inside of me, like he knows I’ve realized what his plan was all along.“Let go, my deadly girl.”
My eyes roll back, my entire body growing rigid as every single nerve I have shatters, zapping new energy through my bones, rewiring my entire psyche, every cell changed, bursting with new life. “Koen!”
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s opened the stockade, flipped me on my back, and yanked me down into the middle of the bed.
His thick length invades my sex, stretching me in a way that reminds me he didn’t kill me.
I’m alive.
Alive and his.
“Mine. Finally.” His words tickle the space at my throat where he bites me hard enough to leave more marks behind.
It’s as if he knows he’s broken down the thin veil that remained inside me that held me back from being wholly his.
I’m undone, utterly Koen Grady’s now; there’s no going back.
It isn’t long before we’re coming together, me feeling like I won’t be able to think straight again until he flips onto his back and pulls me into him.
Both of us spend a few moments coming back around to sanity or some semblance of it before he pulls me closer, kissing my hair.
“Shit’s about to get bloody, my poisonous girl.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want you near any of it, but I don’t know that I can protect you.”
“You’ll always protect me.” I lift and kiss his chest, his perplexed eyes watch me as I drag the kisses lower, straddling him until I’m looking up with a devious grin, curling my lips.
“Poison. We have a big day tomorrow, we should…” His mouth drops open as I lick the flavors of both of us off his cock as he struggles, hissing. “So fucking sensitive. Jesus.”
That only spurs me on, my tongue swirling over him in maddening twirls.
When his hands slide into my hair, guiding me up and down his hardness, I feel like the safest, most desired girl in the entire world.
I don’t exactly know what he does, but I know who he is now.
He’s mine.
Truly and completely mine, and he’d spill blood for me.
He’d lay his own life down for me, and that’s all I need to know.
I add both my hands behind my mouth, making quick work of driving him mad.
His hips lift off the mattress, bucking as he fucks my mouth, and I end up just trying to survive what I started.
He comes down my throat, growling, and my toes curl.
He pulls me off his cock, his hands still tight in my hair, tugging me over him, to his lips.
Our mouths collide in a kiss that has heaven closing its doors in case we mean to storm the fucking place.
The world around us pauses, waiting for us to be ready to rejoin it as we devour one another, no barriers, no bullshit.
I feel stripped down and reborn.
“I died,” I breathe, pulling away and pressing my forehead against his, our sweat mingling.
“You did. For me.”
I smile, breathless when his mouth lifts in a spellbinding smile. I always thought seeing him smile would be scary, that nothing but the darkest shit could ever make it happen.
Now, I’m basking in it like he’s the sun, and I’m the cat, following his shine for as many moments of warmth I can get.
I don’t know if we’ll ever be a normal couple, but I don’t think I’d ever want that.
I want every bit of what we are.
“I think I created a monster,” he groans as I reach between us and angle his still-hard dick toward my entrance, notching it there before sliding down it.
There’s an ache that tries to warn me off, but I ignore it.
“Maybe you did,” I breathe, pressing my hands down onto his chest for leverage.
Just like before, he lifts his ass off the bed, fucking into me from below with expert thrusts that have me hovering over him, a useless, mewling, mess.
“Good thing I have experience with monsters,” he grunts, gripping my hips and making me cry out at the added sting of pain.
Hours later, I wake in the middle of the bed. Waving my arm around aimlessly, I don’t find Koen anywhere. The silk sheets slide over my skin, begging me to sink back into them and close my eyes, but I groan and sit up.
There’s a red lamp in the far corner of the room, serving as the only illumination left.
I have no clue what time it is or how long I slept.
“Koen?” I call.
No response comes.
The door’s ajar slightly, with no light filtering in from the hall.
My body protests as I slide my legs over the edge of the bed. I lost count of the number of orgasms or even sex that I had earlier. All I know is, I’m going to be reeling for days.
Poking my head out of the door, I curl my toes against the cold wood floors, biting the inside of my cheek apprehensively as I look both ways.
“Koen?”
Nothing.
Fuck, did he leave?
I can’t believe he’d leave me here after how we connected, but then again, it did feel like a new chapter, like we were turning a page in our story.
Maybe I didn’t realize it was a goodbye?
Just before I exit the hall into the living space, a squeak of some kind sounds, and I jump back.
“Sorry,” a man says, lifting his hands off his wheelchair. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Holding my hand over my heart, as if it’ll slow its rhythm, I swallow. “That’s alright… Who are you?”
“Chase. Did Koen not tell you that I was coming?” His eyes rake down my body, which I’d only wrapped in the top sheet from the bed.
Blush floods my cheeks. “No, he didn’t.”
“Typical. Well, he had some business to handle, and he was worried about you being alone and didn’t think it was safe to take you with him, so… here I am.”
“Business about Helms?” I step closer, the sheet and my state of undress forgotten as I realize that Koen’s headed toward danger and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Yes,” Chase answers, his brows furrowing as he probably assesses that he’s not supposed to tell me much.
“Is he going to kill Helms?”
“Chase’s eyes narrow further. “Fuck, he really likes you, doesn’t he?”
I have a feeling the question was meant for him, not me.
“I’m sure he’ll speak to you about everything when he gets back,” Chase says when I don’t respond.
Unease claws at my stomach lining, causing a burning to flutter and bubble.
What if he doesn’t come back?