33. Violette
VIOLETTE
LATER THAT NIGHT
Gently, I coax open a portal that opens up in front of Levi’s house, before folding inside.
My heart hammers in my chest as I attempt to steal quiet steps across the wooden floorboards of his hallway.
I’m wearing a long, sheer black dress with a deep-V and hip-high slits—so very similar to the one I wore when I last saw Azrael.
A mere coincidence.
The fabric teases my nipples, and the undergarment I’m wearing is lacy and crotchless, causing my arousal to wet my inner thighs. Pretty, beltless garters are strapped to each thigh. And despite how confident this outfit makes me look, I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been.
I blame it on the kidnapping.
Well... Outside of Winnow, that is, but that hardly counts.
Tied up and tortured? More times than I can count. But kidnapping?
If I’ve learned anything yet from having a soulbond, it’s that it will blur the lines of one’s morality.
Perhaps even sanity.
My fist tightens around the enchanted coil of rope in my hand. Thankfully, it will do most of the work for me—snake around his thickly muscled and heavily tattooed body, and render him utterly at my mercy.
The bedroom door is cracked open, and I peer through it to find him sleeping peacefully. My heart flutters with an entirely unacceptable emotion at the sight of my undergarment clutched loosely in one of his large, tattooed hands.
It bolsters my courage. Maybe he won’t resist too much.
Straightening, I gently push on his bedroom door.
Levi’s eyes open in the same moment, silently tracking me as I cross his bedroom to stand at the foot of his bed, and a slow, knowing grin curls his infuriatingly perfect lips.
“I cannot fathom why you look so smug.”
His lips part to reveal a disarmingly devilish grin. If only he had horns, he’d quite easily make the consummate daemon or nephilim. I’m not sure whether to praise him or spite him because his eyes haven’t once dropped to my nipples, clearly visible through the fabric, or to my lacy delicates.
“Why not? You came back. Any man would be pleased to see you return for him.”
I narrow my eyes.
The rope in my hand comes to life like a serpent, slithering across the floor and up the foot of his bed. Gravelled laughter escapes him as he flings the covers off his body and attempts to leap from the mattress. I am momentarily stunned by the sight of my soulbond’s nude form.
Unfortunately for him, my rope is faster than he is. Levi tumbles to the floor as it weaves its way around his legs, torso, and arms.
“The more you try to fight, the tighter it will become.”
His eyes grasp mine as that godsforsaken smirk returns, unfettered by the rope digging into his flesh.
“Sweetheart, there are a lot of things I’d love to do with you, but fighting isn’t one of them.”
I will my ropes to pause at his throat as I step closer to him, towering over where he lies helpless on the floor.
“Fighting? My darling, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Though if you’d like to begin begging, now might be the opportune moment.”