Page 12 of Bound to Death

My neck was curved back thanks to the hold the dominant bad boy had on my hair, and the sounds of my ass meeting his front assaulted my ears. I moaned, but every sound I made was distorted by the awkward angle my neck was pulled into. I couldn’t warn him when the tension in my waist finally snapped. Couldn’t even vocalize my unbelievable relief the way I wanted to when the crash took my body into another brutal curve and I came harder than I’d ever come in my entire life. But the aftermath was fucking bliss.

If I died now, I wouldn’t care. It was that good.

Arms wrapped around my naked chest, collecting my breasts and soft curves inside strong forearms and biceps. I was pinned against Thanatos’s firm body. I felt the sensual ripple of his muscles against my back as he continued to fuck me, and then the steady pulse of his cock as he came, waist locked, groaning my name. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I cried out more in surprise than pain. If this hadn’t been a dream, I’d definitely be sporting a bruise come morning.

Still trying to catch my breath, I glanced over my shoulder at him, but the world shifted violently. Lightheadedness struck just as hard as the shock of five men murdered had. I didn’t know what was happening until everything went black and I slumped over in his arms. I was laid out over the mattress, but that was the only thing I registered before my brain shut off and I went unconscious.

My head was fuzzy when I woke in my room, clothed and tucked under the covers. It took a minute to get my bearings. I remembered the dream in vivid detail. That never happened to me. It’d been months since I remembered any dream at all. Why did I remember this one so clearly? Like it happened? Like it wasn’t a dream but a memory?

Peering over, I noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. My stomach dropped.

I should be elated. No mystery supernatural killer. I wasn’t a witness to five men being murdered by a demon—or whatever the fuck he was. I didn’t have to rethink my entire existence, because now that I was awake and he wasn’t there, I could confidently say it was all a dream. Or would some call that a nightmare?

The sex certainly wasn’t.

I’d happily spend my life savings to recreate sex that good. What did a girl have to do to trick her brain into another sex dream like that? Maybe there was something on TikTok. Hypnosis? Psychotherapy? Demon summoning? Whatever it took, I’d go to sleep every night in hopes that I’d meet the sexy demon again and be bound in his shadows.

Groaning, I sat up. Every part of me ached. It wasn’t clear how the night went since everything was a dream. When did the dream start? Where did my night end? Was alcohol to blame? Did I walk home or was Emily the reason I made it back?

I couldn’t help the disappointed feeling in my chest that the best sex I’d ever had wasn’t even real. Of course, it came directly after nearly being gang raped and killed, then witness to some inhuman stranger tearing apart frat boys right in front of me. So, I guess I should be glad I dodged that bullet, right? There was no telling what therapy I’d need after being party to a five-person homicide. I’d leave that honor to Benson and Stabler. No need to relive the trauma from my uncomfortably realistic nightmare. If anything, I was lucky that it was only my fucked-up brain and not reality that manifested those assholes.

I really need to stop binge-watching SVU.

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I tried to get my thoughts together enough to find Emily and demand how I got home. I certainly couldn’t remember getting myself back in bed. Or putting on the usual oversized shirt and pair of shorts. The door to my room creaked open, and my head shot over in surprise. But it wasn’t a certain killer who fucked like a demon, just a girl who had some ‘splainin’ to do.

“Hey, last night—”

“No. Stop right there,” Emily ordered, coming into the room and closing the door behind her like she was afraid of us being overheard. “We need to get our alibis straight. But before that, I have a series of questions I need you to answer, chick.”

I was instantly worried I’d committed a crime by how quick she was to go into lawyer mode. “Oh, fuck, what did I do last night?”

Shaking her head, my friend of fifteen years tucked unbrushed hair behind her ear and settled her gorgeous blue gaze on me. “Ah-ah. You and I went straight hometogetherafter going to theclub. But…um, should you have, say, killed five men in a street with no witnesses, then as your lawyer, no you didn’t.”

Killed five men? What…?

“Excuse me?”

Emily cracked a smile, giggling. “Oh, come on. You’re great in a fight, but there’s no way you could tear a bunch of men to pieces on your own. Even to the police, it’s unclear how it happened. They theorize that it’s probably gang related.”

Torn to pieces? Oh, fuck.

“No, my questions are less murder inspired and more delicious bad boy related. Who the fuck is that gorgeous specimen cooking breakfast for us, and does he have a brother or friend he can ask to come over so I can sit on their face?”

I was on my feet in an instant. I didn’t wait for Emily as I fled the room and turned the corner into our kitchen to find the man of my literal dreams standing in front of our stove, just as beautiful in the morning sun as he was in the shadows of night.

His eyes slid over to me, no longer the white I remembered but a pale blue instead. The dark hair I’d ran my fingers through was perfectly styled but not brushed back like the night before. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he was dressed in the same pants he’d worn to the club. You know, the ones that disappeared and became shadows.Totsnormal. So, what the fuck was happening? How was he here? What did that mean about last night?

“Over-easy, right?” Thanatos—or whatever his real name was—asked like it was perfectly normal.

I barely swallowed before Emily crashed into me, nearly taking the two of us to the floor. “That’s a good guess! She’s sort of a hussy for some ooey-gooey eggs. I take mine scrambled.”

Was I really here talking about eggs with the man who’d apparently destroyed five other men with superhuman strengthafter they tried to gang rape me? And if what happened to those men happened, then…

“Fuck,” I cursed out of nowhere.

Thanatos didn’t bother to hide his grin. For some reason, I got the sense he rarely smiled at all, and I didn’t know how to feel about that. Worried? Honored? Aroused? All of the above?

I need therapy. I’m clearly attracted to walking red flags if I’m feeling honored and aroused that this terrifying killer finds me amusing.

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