Chapter Six #2
“You taste like fire,” I murmur, my mouth still working her. My tongue flicking, teasing, flattening over her clit as I hum low in my chest. The sound makes her gasp, her hips lifting into me.
She’s already shaking.
I suck harder, feel her pulse against my lips and pull back just far enough to look up at her through the mask.
“You gonna come for me already?” I ask, my voice a gravel rasp. “We’ve barely started.”
I press a firm hand to her hip, pushing her back onto the mattress. She falls into it. Her hair a dark spill against the pillow. She is a vision her cheeks flushed, lips parted, as her chest rises and falls fast.
I stand, pull the mask down, towering over her, my shadow cutting across her skin.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
Her breath catches, confusion flashing in her eyes. “What?”
“I said—touch yourself. Show me how you fuck yourself.”
She hesitates, hands twitching as if she might cover herself instead. “I—this is insane—”
I chuckle darkly. “And yet here you are. You kill men and sew their balls into their eye sockets, hellcat. Don’t pretend this is insane.”
That makes her smirk. “You know what? I might go to jail tomorrow, so…” She leans back, spreading her legs, fingers sliding between them.
My cock throbs instantly.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, dragging a chair forward and sitting with my legs spread. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
She hesitates for half a second, then I see it, that little glint of defiance in her eyes that warns me she’s about to break my rule.
Her fingers move faster, circling her clit, dipping lower to fuck herself with quick thrusts.
“Good girl,” I murmur, voice thick.
“How many more on your list?” My voice is low, eyes locked on her hand. I’m watching every circle her fingers make against her clit, every flicker in her expression.
She freezes.
I lean forward and slap her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp and leave a mark.
“Hey!” Her eyes flare.
“Keep going,” I order, the sound coming out more growl than words. “Answer the question.”
She rolls her eyes, but her hand moves again, rubbing her clit, still working two fingers inside herself. “Three,” she pants.
I nod once, already knowing. Beau found the files, and I’ve read every fucking page.
“I will—” she gasps, body tensing.
I grab her wrist mid-thrust, stopping her cold. “Don’t fucking come, Tamsin.”
Her chest rises and falls in quick, shallow bursts. She nods once.
I release her slowly, my own breathing thick and heavy. Every muscle in my body is pulled taut, like a tripwire ready to snap. I want to tear her apart until my name is written on her bones. Until no other man can ever touch her without feeling me under her skin.
She starts to move her fingers again, but she’s quiet now, no more smart little taunts, just shaky breaths and trembling thighs. I stare at her cunt, slick coating it.
“Tamsin.” I let her name drag from my tongue.
Her body jolts. The sound of her name in my voice does something to her, lights her up from the inside. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, eyes closing. I look down, her cunt glistening, arousal dripping, her thighs wet.
The little fucking brat came anyway!
“You couldn’t hold it, huh?” My voice drops to a rasp.
She giggles.
That’s it.
I move fast, my body on top of hers, I slam her wrists above her head, pinning her to the mattress. Her laughter dies instantly, swallowed by the shift in the air.
“I told you not to fucking come,” I breathe against her jaw, my words grazing her skin. “Now you learn.”
I rip the belt from my waist, loop it tight around her wrists, and haul it to the bedpost. She pulls against it, the leather straining but holding. Her breath catches, a quick, panicked flutter that makes me smile against her cheek.
“Let me go,” she pants, still testing me.
“Not a chance.”
I trail my masked face down her body, unhurried, savoring every inch of heat and shiver. When I reach her thighs, she tries to close them, but I plant my hands on the insides and push until they open for me.
“Don’t fight me now, hellcat.” I glance up at her. Flushed, pupils blown wide, hair tangled, lips swollen. Her gaze is feral, like she might bite my cock off. And I’d fucking let her.
I lower my head, pull the mask up again and lick her slow and deep.
She shivers, a whimper slipping out before she can catch it. “Oh God—”
“I didn’t tell you to speak,” I growl into her cunt.
She swallows her moan, but her hips betray her, rocking forward. I keep my tongue working through the mess she’s made, my fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to bruise.
She’s oversensitive now, every flick of my tongue pulling a choked gasp from her, her heels dig into the mattress.
“Please—fuck—”
I strip the gloves off and drive two fingers inside her. Fuck, she’s soft. Warm.
She jerks like I electrocuted her, every muscle tensing under my grip before she falls apart again, back arching, mouth open, and that filthy sound I fucking love tearing out of her throat.
“You’ll come again,” I growl, voice shredded and low, dragging the words across her skin like teeth. “And again. Until you forget your own fucking name.”
Her legs tremble, her heels scraping against the sheets, trying to find ground where there is none.
Her fingers twitch in the restraints, the leather creaking with every failed attempt to escape what’s already happening.
She’s right there, trembling, barely holding it together while her body betrays her in the most beautiful fucking way.
I curl my fingers deeper, slow and steady, watching her lose the last bit of control. Sweat’s already trickling down her temple, her thighs jerking, chest rising in frantic, ragged pulls. Her jaw locks like she can hold back the fall just by clenching her teeth, but her body’s already gone.
She breaks.
She screams, legs kicking out, a choked sob clawing from her throat as the orgasm hits, but I don’t let her go.
I drop lower, burying my face between her thighs again, tongue licking through the mess I made of her. Her cunt is drenched, soaked and swollen, and I take my time, slow drags of my tongue over her clit, cruel and precise.
“Please—I can’t—” she gasps, her voice wrecked and shaking.
I laugh into her, deep and dark and full of heat. “You can. You fucking will.”
She thrashes, twisting beneath me, her hips desperate to get away, but I don’t let her. I grip harder, fingers digging into the soft curve of her thighs, holding her in place while I taste every broken moan.
She’s everywhere: on my mouth, my hands, my skin. Her scent’s in my lungs, under my nails. Sweet and warm and fucking mine.
I reach for the knife.
Her breathing stutters. Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating until they swallow the color.
“Be very fucking still, hellcat.” The words scrape out of me like a snarl, my voice cracked and raw from restraint.
I turn the blade in my hand, pressing the hilt to her soaked entrance, cold steel meeting fevered heat. Her breath catches. The blade’s edge bites into my palm, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to bleed for her.
The burn of the cut in my hand, the way her cunt clamps down on the handle, fuck, it nearly tears the control right out of me.
Her mouth parts. “You’re… bleeding.”
My tongue slides over her clit. “Every drop is for you, hellcat. Keep watching. I’ll give you more.”
I hold my hand up so she can see it, blood dripping, slow and heavy, mixing with the slick still shining on my skin.
Her pupils blow even wider; the air between us feels strangled, heavy enough to choke on.
“Lick it,” she says.
My beautiful, unhinged little goddess.
I drag two fingers through her folds, gathering everything she’s given me, mixing it with the blood, then lift it to my mouth and lick it clean. The taste is obscene, dangerous, perfect. Her moan vibrates through my chest.
She starts to grind against the hilt, and I grab her waist with my bleeding hand, leaving a red print on her skin.
“Don’t move,” I warn. “Unless you want your insides sliced.”
The blade slips in my grip, slick with more of my blood. Another cut opens across my palm, but I keep going.
She rocks her hips in slow defiance. My tongue finds her again, licking her as I thrust the handle deeper, the steel glinting in the dim light as her body clenches around it. Her moans are growing rough, ripping through her throat. When she bites her lip hard enough to draw her own blood, I growl.
Her whole body seizes.
I slam the hilt forward harder, reckless now, her blood-stained cunt wrapped around cold steel. When she screams, it’s the kind of sound that tears something open inside me.
She collapses into the mattress, trembling, her skin red, her thighs shining with blood and cum. Every breath she drags in shudders out again.
I pull the hilt free, my hand shredded and dripping, the air smelling like sex and iron.
My fingers hook under the mask, dragging it down.
She stares up at me, wrecked and perfect. My blood and her taste are still thick on my tongue. It’s fucking divine.
I walk around her bed, open the drawer and pull the fucking pink dildo out and shove it in my back pocket. I’m burning this shit.
“I’ll see you on your next kill, hellcat,” I growl, turning toward the door.
Her voice follows me, hoarse and desperate. “What’s your name?”
I don’t answer, just close the door behind me.
Not yet, my beautiful little cat, but soon.