Page 61 of The Reaper's Vice

I would do anything to take that away.

I press a kiss to Seraphina’s forehead as I step into the bathroom, thinking of all the things I would do just to see her smile at me.

Arson. Murder. Ripping the seams of the universe apart. The list is endless, really.

I run through the possibilities as I turn the faucet on, making sure the water is just warm enough before filling the tub. Grabbing the small key from my pocket, I unlock Seraphina’s chastity belt and lower her into the water. She mumbles a satisfied sound, and it fills some of the hollow pit in my chest.

Grabbing the shampoo I bought for her—the same one she uses at her apartment—I squeeze a dollop into my palm and begin massaging it into Seraphina’s scalp. My fingers slide over the silky strands of her hair, and I can’t help but marvel how they shine in the light—like finely spun silk.

“You are so beautiful, Seraphina,” I whisper, leaning in to place another kiss on the crest of her brow. I told her earlier I wanted to break her, and while my actions fit my words, I know the true reasoning in my heart.I want to keep her. I just don’t know how.

When I pull away, her eyes are open, catching me in a rare moment of vulnerability. I can’t look away—would never dare to do something that would cause her to take those glorious golden eyes off me.

“You’re awake.” It’s not a question, but she nods all the same. There’s something meek about the gesture—something that wasn’t there before—and I can’t help but think she’s warming to me.I want more of it.

“You’re washing my hair.” Again, not a question—but she seems puzzled by it all the same.

“I am.” I continue massaging her scalp, sitting in comfortable silence with her for a minute. “You seemed to enjoy it more when you passed out.”

“Did I?”

I recall the sounds pouring from her lips, and my cock swells. “You did.”

“Hmm.” She turns her head, eyes skimming over the label of the shampoo. “You’ve done your homework. Although, my favorite is the one with?—”

“Vanilla.” I lower the back of her head into the water. “I went to seven different stores, but they didn’t have it.”

“You have to order it online.” There’s a fragile look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. “How long have you been planning this?”

I shrug, deciding the truth would be too much—that the moment I saw her, I was gone. That the minute our eyes met, I knew I had to have her. “Does it really matter?”

“I suppose not.”

We sit in comfortable silence for a while, nothing but the occasional moan to interrupt it as I condition and rinse Seraphina’s long locks. When that’s done, I pump some shower gel into a washcloth, careful not to damage her skin further as I rub away the dried blood.

Only when she’s gleaming and waterlogged do I pull her from the tub. Goose bumps cover her skin as the air hits her exposed flesh, and I quickly grab the towel from the warmer and wrap it around her shoulders.

Her shivering ceases instantly, and her chest buzzes with a satisfied hum. “Oh, I fucking need one of these.”

“I thought you would like it.” I silently pat myself on the back for taking the clerk’s advice at the store the other day.Your girlfriend will love this,she had said, thrusting the massive box into my chest. The insinuation had actually made me blush, and flustered, I followed her around the store, buying anything the elderly woman suggested.

And now it’s paying off.I grin as I take in the euphoric expression on Seraphina’s face, committing it to memory.

I step into the bedroom, but instead of placing Seraphina on the mattress, I walk over to the large black dresser in the corner of the room, pulling open the top drawer. I select a pair of matching leather restraints and a new chastity “belt” before moving back to the bed.

I place her face down, keeping a palm on her back as I secure her wrists and ankles. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight, and I have to attribute it to her exhaustion. Once she’s restrained, I slide my hand up the back of her thigh, stopping at the crease of her ass. I slide my hand toward her center, dipping a finger inside her dripping pussy.

Groaning, I swirl it around her walls, coating it in her arousal. She pants, arching her back as her body begins to tremble, but before she can come, I rip my hand away. She lets out an angry whine, showing me what a greedy little slut she is, and my blood heats. I bring my palm down hard on her ass, droplets of her juices flying into the air from the force of it.

“Every time I consider letting you come, you have to go and fuck it up. But you can’t help it, can you? Because you’re nothing more than a greedy little fucking brat.” I dig my fingertips into the mound of her ass. “Aren’t you, Seraphina?”

“You—you’re doing it to me! If you wouldn’t keep touching me?—”

I bring my hand down on her other cheek, leaving an angry red handprint behind. I give her two more hard slaps for good measure, coming away panting and hard as a fucking rock.

I lean forward, placing a kiss on the curve of her spine. “Bad girl,” I whisper, my breath causing goose bumps to raise along her spine. I slide my finger in her dripping cunt briefly before sliding it up her crack, pressing the tip against her tight little asshole. She gasps at the pressure as I slide it inside, a sound that turns to a moan as I add another finger inside her tight hole.

She arches her back as uncontrolled moans pour from her mouth, wriggling her hips in a desperate attempt to gain some friction elsewhere. With a dark chuckle, I grab the miniature chastity belt from the mattress, positioning the tip of the ribbed projection at her entrance.

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