Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SEVEN
Midnight…
I sit crisscross on my bed, staring intently at the wall of screens showing Grace’s apartment. My spine protests from being in the same position for the past six hours, but I can’t seem to move. I’m worried if I move, if I blink, I’ll miss something adorable that Grace does.
Of course, I’m not doing much of anything right now.
I haven't since she got home from work. As soon as she walked through the front door, she hopped into the shower, got in her pj’s, and climbed into bed.
For hours, she’s been sitting there doing nothing except occasionally picking up her phone to doom scroll.
It’s hours past her bedtime now, but she doesn’t show any signs of going to sleep. She would be, if she bothered to make herself a cup of warm, soothing, drugged tea. But no luck tonight.
At the thought of tea, my mind wanders back to earlier in the day, my balls tightening when I remember Grace’s sweet lips wrapping around the cup of tea I made her.
I wasn’t sure if she would drink it—cum does add a strange taste to things—but to my utter surprise and glee, she finished the entire thing.
My hands itch to move to my hardening length, to find the release my body is begging for. But no. There’s something much better I could be doing. Watching Grace is no good. I want to be with her. It’s the only thing that will do.
I slip on my tactical gear and mask and head next door to Grace’s, slipping inside quietly and locking the door tight behind. My steps silent, I head into her bedroom, using the dense shadows crowding her apartment as cover so she doesn’t spot me right away.
For a moment, I stand there, watching her scroll through a news article on her phone. Her frown deepens when she comes across a particularly troublesome passage, and with a heavy sigh, she turns it off and throws it to her nightstand.
I shift my weight, and the floorboards creak, giving my position away. Immediately, Grace’s eyes jerk up, searching the shadows until her gaze lands on mine.
She doesn’t scream like last time—in fact, she seems a little resigned. There are dark circles under her eyes, a harsh line to her mouth, and when she speaks, her voice holds nothing but exhaustion.
“I knew you’d be here eventually.”
I move to the side of her bed and sit at the edge, the mattress dipping heavily with the added weight. Though I want to, I don’t reach out to touch her just yet. I don't know how to respond to her coldness, and I don't realize what could have happened to make her look at me like that.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I ask the first thing that comes to mind.
“Not tired.”
I reach out to cup her face in my gloved hand. I long to run my fingertips over her silken skin, to fill my lungs with the essence of her until I burst—but I must be patient. “What’s wrong, Grace?”
“You really have to ask?”
I nod, desperate to break past her walls. “I know you’re upset, but I can’t figure out the reason.”
She scoffs, a spark of emotion flaring in her beautiful brown eyes. “Yesterday… Did you really murder all those people?”
Oh. I had forgotten all about that. I rub my thumb over her cheek, gazing tenderly into her eyes. “Yes. I did.”
Her lips part slightly—in shock or awe, I’m not sure. “I—How could you?”
“You’re… mad at me?” A foreign emotion squeezes my chest as I sit back on my heels, my eyes scouring her expression. Her mouth is downturned, nostrils flared and brows pinched in a deep frown—definitely angry. “Why?”
“Why?” Grace barks a laugh, but it’s an ugly thing devoid of humor and, therefore, the pang of joy that normally accompanies her sounds.
I resist the urge to cup my hand over my heart. “Yes. Why are you so angry when I did what I did for you?”
“Me? I never asked you to kill all those people! I would never do that.”
“You told me his name,” I say, sharply. “You gave me permission.”
“That’s insane! I did no such thing.”
I shake my head, gritting my teeth as a wave of anger replaces the sorrow running through my veins.
“Maybe you didn’t ask me to do anything about it, but I killed those men for you.
” I’m furious she doesn’t understand. How can she not see?
“I did it because a man named Gregory Wright made you cry. I wasn’t sure which one, so they all had to go. ”
“That’s not a good reason to kill random people who didn’t do anything!”
“Yes, it is!” I roar, snapping. “It was worth it because it was for you, Grace. Since the first moment I saw you in that alley, all my actions have solely been for you. Because of you. I breathe, I ache for you. I obsess over you. Only ever you, Grace.”
Her lips part in a gasp. “That’s… you’re fucking insane.”
“Yes,” I growl, sliding my hand down to grip her throat. “I am.”
With a choked cry, Grace wrenches free of my grip. She scurries backward on the mattress, her eyes wide and movements sloppy as she desperately tries to get away. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I climb onto the bed, crawling toward her on all fours as she backs up against the headboard.
“Get away from me,” she says, her voice a tortured whisper. “I don’t want to even look at you right now.”
“Liar, liar…”
My hand snaps out, gripping her ankle. Her mouth pops in a gasp as I yank her body to me, but no sound comes out. In a sad attempt to stop me, Grace balls her fists in the sheets, kicking out and narrowly missing his jaw with the heel of her foot.
Growling, I grab her other ankle and crawl between her legs, using my weight to immobilize her and hold her to the mattress.
“Get off me!”
“No.” Settling my hips against hers, I try not to groan at the feel of her. There’s only a few layers of clothing separating us, and I can’t help but think how easy it would be to remove them.
“I hate you!” Grace says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “I fucking hate you so much, you monster!”
“Then why are you wet?” My mouth curls into a knowing smirk. “I can smell you, Grace. If I reach between those glorious thighs, I know exactly what I’ll find.”
To demonstrate, I slide my hand between our bodies, stopping at the apex of her thighs. She shivers as a wave of heat creeps up her neck, painting her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. “Give in to me, Grace,” I say. “Let me make you feel good. Let me worship this pretty pussy.”
She swallows thickly, her eyes glazing with lust. “I… I don’t…”
“You do. I’ll prove it.”
I press the button at the side of my mask, and the bottom half slides up, exposing the lower part of my face. Grace gasps, her eyes locked on my mouth, and a hint of recognition swirls in their warm brown depths.
I’ll have to fix that.
I place a hand on her stomach, holding her to the bed while I move down her body. My gloved hands grip her thighs, and I roughly pry them apart, settling between them before she has a chance to argue.
“So pretty…” I reach up to brush her slicked center, and Grace shudders, her head falling back in a desperate moan as her pussy pulses, desperately clenching around nothing.
A dark chuckle shakes my chest as I reach my thumb up to her clit, pressing hard on the swollen bundle of nerves. She cries out, and her intoxicating scent grows stronger, filling me with a primal need, an inescapable desire to taste.
“Who does this belong to?” I ask, drawing slow, lazy circles around her clit. “Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
“Y-you.” Her hips jerk wildly, desperate for relief. “It belongs to you, Seven.”
My name rolling off her tongue is my undoing. With a groan, I dive between her legs, sinking my tongue deep inside her pussy. My muscles shudder as the taste of her flows over my tongue, and it takes everything I have to stop myself from coming.
Grace lets out a breathy moan as I drag my tongue up her center, savoring every inch until I arrive at her clit.
I wrap my lips around it and suck. Grace screams, her hips shooting straight up off the mattress.
With a growl, I tighten my hold on her hips, sitting up on my knees and forcing Grace back onto her shoulders.
She lets out a little yelp at the sudden change, but it morphs into a moan when I lean forward, pressing my face deep into her pussy.
“Yes!” she cries. “Fuck, yes! Oh my God, right there!”
Her muscles quiver, threatening to give out, but I’ve got her. Adjusting my grip, I push two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them against the spot she loves while I lick and suck her clit.
“Fuck!” Her walls contract around my fingers, holding them inside as her orgasm rips through her.
Goose bumps skitter over every visible inch of her body as her pleasure crests, taking her higher as I continue lapping at her pussy. I curl my fingers hard against her special spot, and liquid bursts from her, coating my face and neck in her release.
“Holy shit.” Her eyes are wide as she gazes down at my manic grin. “What… what happened?”
I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to her swollen clit. “You squirted all over daddy’s face. You came so beautifully on my tongue. I’m so, so proud of you.”
“I… what?” Her voice is slurred, her eyes bleary in the aftermath. “Proud?”
With a dark chuckle, I lower her to the mattress, keeping her legs splayed on either side of my body.
“Yes. Proud. You’re letting go. Giving in to what feels good.
What you know is right.” I trail my hand up her thigh, stopping to grip the flesh of her hip—the place where my brand rests.
“I’ll be able to breed you soon. Fill you up the way I’ve been dreaming about. ”
I lean down, dragging my tongue over her left breast. She cries out, a sound which intensifies when I take her nipple into my mouth and clamp down.
“Fuck!” Her eyes squint in pain as she tries to move away, but I hold firm until she relaxes into it.
“That’s it…” I kiss and lick the sensitive bite mark on her breast. “Does my good girl want to be bred?”
She lets out a breath that sounds a lot like a scoff. “No. I can’t, anyway.”
My heart stops. “What? Why?”
She raises a brow. “Modern medicine. I have a copper friend who will stop any unwanted pregnancies from happening.”
“You… have an IUD?” I ask as plans begin to form in the back of my mind.
“Yup. No babies for me.”
A low growl rumbles in my chest. “I’ll have to take care of that, then.”