Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Yup, I’m a fucking goner for this woman.
Theo
I follow Grim, the goddess, backstage like the lost puppy dog I am.
My eyes watch the swag of her hips as she leads me down the hall.
I don’t even notice the other patrons or dancers as we go.
She doesn’t even bother to look back once to see if I’m following, knowing damn well I wouldn’t be anywhere else right now.
I follow her down two halls before she stops in front of a single black door.
Turning toward me with what I can only describe as a sinful grin, her lips curl as her gaze drags over me in a slow, deliberate once-over.
“When we step through this door, there will be no rules. You will do as I say or I will walk away. If you don’t like something, say stop once, and I will walk away.
In this room my blades are not just for show, so you have five seconds to decide, and I close this door.
Because I don’t need a man to get off, it’s just more fun with one.
” She throws me a wink before turning the handle and walking in, leaving the door open for me to decide.
The moment she is out of view I hear a whispered "five, four," causing me to snap out of my obvious shock of how confident and absolutely fierce this woman is, rushing forward to cross the doorframe.
If all goes well, I might even ask her to marry me.
It's completely dark in the room as the door closes shut with a click behind me. All I can hear for a long minute is our breathing before a faint red light flicks on, illuminating the small space in an ominous glow. “This is my playroom.” I turn toward her, still standing by the door, her eyes still watching me like a predator watches its prey. It’s an odd feeling when I’m usually the one hunting, but it suits her in a way.
I hold still, not wanting to break the tension building between us.
“Before we begin, tell me your hard limits.” I quirk a brow at her, hiding my shock at her question.
She simply rolls her eyes and shrugs. “I’m not a monster.
” She grins at the word "monster" like she finds it funny, but I’m not sure why. “Everyone has a limit. The only part of you that will be touching me tonight is your cock. I’ll cut off your hands if you try anything else. Now, limits?” This time I do grin.
I’m definitely asking her to marry me.
I’m pretty sure this whole act is just that, but I like it.
I bet this chick is a real softie in real life, but the moment she walks into this club, she puts on a costume and turns into a whole new person.
I stare at her for a long minute trying to get her to break her character, but she doesn’t budge.
So maybe a good actress. “I don’t do gentle,” I finally say, her grin lifting higher before her eyes drift lower.
“My ass is off-limits," I add it for good measure.
Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout before rolling her eyes with a grin.
“You’re no fun, but very well.” Chewing on her lip for a second, she takes a step closer.
“Sit.” She nods to the back wall. I do as my future wife says, just like before taking in the room now that my eyes have focused under the red glow.
It’s a smaller room, enough for an L-shaped couch to sit a few feet away.
A small, raised platform with a pole extending to the ceiling sits in the middle.
The floor is hard, unlike the rest of the place that has a soft carpet.
The walls are bare and darkly painted. I take a seat on the couch that is also dark in color but feels like velvet under my hands.
“Now, what to do with you with not much time?
" She strides towards me, her heels echoing in the small space.
Grim knows she has all the power right now, and she enjoys it.
I wonder if she would let me take charge if we were outside of the club.
Either way, I plan to find out soon at some point.
I imagine it anyway, the moment where the balance tips and I’m no longer the one sitting still. In my head, she’s different.
An Omega.
All soft and sweet. The thought alone changes the air.
I picture her confidence softening into something instinctive, something needy.
Her body reads mine the way nature intended, recognizing the pull she doesn’t bother fighting.
I see myself standing, towering, my presence enough to make her breath hitch not out of fear but of the all-consuming need for my knot.
In the fantasy, she kneels. Eager. Willing.
Her gaze lifts to me, bright with expectation, waiting for permission, for claim, for the inevitable weight of me claiming what is mine.
It’s raw. Primal. And it takes everything in me not to let it show, because that version of us can’t exist. Grim is not an Omega, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want this woman any less.
When she reaches where I’m seated, she stands grinning down at me, but I see the moment she makes a decision.
I don’t move as she moves fast as lightning.
First her hand reaches down, then in the next second she is straddling my hips with her blade pointed under my chin again.
So those knives aren’t just props. Her long fiery hair falls over her shoulder as she leans in, the tip pinching my skin.
I get the overwhelming urge to brush her hair aside and shove my nose into her neck to inhale her scent.
There’s still something about it that is throwing my Alpha instincts for a loop.
My senses were overloaded on stage with the scents of the main room.
Cigarettes, alcohol, and those who bathed in their cologne or perfume were the only scents I found, but right now, in this room, it’s like a breath of fresh air.
Grin smells sweet, like a combination of jasmine, honeysuckle, and roses, but with a note of something familiar that I can’t place. It’s like I know this scent.
I shake my head at the thoughts as a wet, warm tongue traces up my neck to my right ear.
I shudder at the feeling as my dick jerks in response.
I’ve been hard since the second this woman walked her fine ass on stage, but this.
My dick is practically begging for her attention right now.
She must feel it because a moment later she grinds her leather-clad pussy against him, making me groan at the friction.
My mind must be fogged with lust because I don’t even realize the woman just cut open the rest of my shirt until the cool air of the room caresses my heated skin. Damn it. I liked this shirt.
"Oops." She smirks up at me, waiting for me to step out of line, but I don’t say a thing.
A ripped shirt is all this woman has right now.
“Good thing you seem fine with a little blood. " Before I can answer her and hint that it’s a part of my everyday life, a sharp sting comes from my right pec. I hiss at the sudden unexpected pain and Grim giggles. FUCKING GIGGLES. I know I said I wanted to ask her to marry me, but I think I might just kidnap her and force her to because I know I’m in love.
I watch as she leans forward and licks the spot she just marked.
Yup, I’m a fucking goner for this woman.
“Don’t move.” I nod as she continues to nip and kiss at my skin as she goes lower and lower.
She stops just above my belt and moves herself to the floor before undoing my belt and fly.
I lift so she can shimmy down my zipper a bit.
My cock springs free with excitement, causing me to release a groan of relief.
I was running out of space in there. "Fuckkkk…
" she hisses, eyes going wide. It takes everything in me not to puff out my chest and gloat like a damn peacock at her reaction. Or her reaction could also be due to my cock being fully tattooed, but I’m just going with she is impressed by my size.
My words of encouragement I was about to give die off as Grim shuffles forward, grips my dick in her small hands, and drops her hot, wet mouth over my entire length without batting a lash.
It’s my turn to be impressed as she takes me as far as she can before letting out a long, drawn-out moan.
The vibrations from her throat tickle me, causing me to jerk further down her throat.
I have a single moment thinking I might have hurt her, but when I don’t hear any gagging or choking, my eyes bug out.
No gag reflex. She wastes no time getting to work, sucking my soul from my cock like her Grim Reaper namesake. Didn’t even know it was possible.
My head is thrown back in pure ecstasy when another sharp pain crosses my exposed upper thigh. This time when she giggles, I start cursing. “Fuck. Shit. Slow down. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” Her hand wraps around my base tightly before I hear the pop of her mouth as she releases me.
“Are you telling me you want me to stop?” She blinks up at me, trying to look all cute and innocent, and if I hadn’t already felt her Hoover vacuum of a mouth, I might actually believe that she was.
There is something about her bright green eyes staring up at me from her knees like she’s worshipping me that just sealed the deal.
This is the only woman I will ever have in my life.
Alpha needing an Omega be damned. I didn’t care what this woman was; she was mine.
“No, but if you keep doing what you’re doing, I won’t last long,” I tell her, once again resisting the urge to reach out and touch her soft-looking skin.
I want to lick and kiss every inch of it like she has to mine.
I want to memorize every line, curve, and scar she has.
I want to be able to worship at her altar and make her scream my name so that every bastard in this fucking city knows who she belongs to now.
“We don’t have time to really play the way I want to, so here is how this is going to go.
I’m going to open my pretty little mouth, and you’re going to fuck it until you come.
Then I’ll swallow you all up like the best kind of late-night treat.
If we have enough time after that, I’ll fuck your face until you make me come all over that handsome face of yours.
Got it.” I nod down at her like the idiot I am because, fuck me, that was hot as fuck, and I’m totally leaving this place to buy her a fucking diamond ring.
“Good boy. Now fuck my face.” She winks up at me before diving back down on my cock, bobbing up and down like a jackhammer at a construction site.
I do as she says and thrust my hips up as she slams her mouth down over my cock.
The feeling is almost euphoric as the tension builds.
I’m so fucking close I can feel it, but it’s just out of reach.
As if she could read my thoughts, Grim reaches up with one of her blades and slices a thin slit across my chest. The pinch of pain pushes me over the edge as I slam down and come down Grim’s throat.
Just like she said she would, she swallows everything I give, moaning like she just had the best dessert of her life.
That’s an ego boost if I’ve ever had one.
After a long minute she sits back grinning like the cat that got the cream as she licks her lips.
“Yummy. My tur—” Her words are cut off by the sound of a light knock at the door.
She turns with a frown on her pretty puffy lips before standing and heading over.
I tuck my cock back in my pants, not wanting anyone but my new woman to see it now as she opens the door just a crack.
I hear a whispered conversation before she tells whoever that she will be right there.
“Well, O, I had fun, but our playtime is over.”
Before my brain can catch up to my mouth, I blurt out, “How much for the rest of the night?”
"Sorry, but it seems I have a job to do for X.” She looks back through the crack in the door.
“Plus, it seems you have things to tend to as well.” The door gets pushed open wider, and sure enough, Harrison is standing there, his eyes shifting back and forth between me and the bombshell straightening her outfit.
“When do you work next? When can I see you again?” God, I sound desperate at this point, but I don’t care. I need this woman like I need air right now. Harris is staring at me like I lost my damn mind, but I ignore him as Grim walks to me.
She leans down, pressing her finger into the most recent mark she left me, making me hold back a wince at the sting.
Bringing her finger to her mouth, she sucks.
“Let’s hope you never have to see me again.
” Then she is walking away. I jump up to chase her down, but Harris stops me with a hand to my chest.
“We came here for a job, and it didn’t turn out the way we hoped.
We need to get back to Rome and figure out the next move.
You can find her later.” He’s right, but something inside of me rebels at the thought of her leaving.
I watch her turn the corner, not once looking back, and that’s all I need.
Grim doesn’t know it yet, but she just became my newest prey, and I love a good hunt.
"Fuck, man, she did a number on you.” This makes me grin as Harris wipes his now-bloody hand on my ripped shirt still hanging on my shoulders.
My woman marked me good, and I can’t be more proud.
Run and hide, Little Reaper; it’s only a matter of time till you’re mine.