Page 168 of Shadowman
Bringing him back up another long corridor, I walk swiftly, threading my fingers through his. And he lets me. It’s purely titillating.
I’m certain he’s about to complain, but thankfully we reach our destination before he can.
“This is it?” He gives me a look. “A closed door… Ooh.Thrilling.”
I purse my lips at his sarcasm, and he smirks. “This is the room Felix Darcey lives in.”
Byron’s eyes widen. “What??” He gawks at the door. “Really??”
I nod. “This is his private bedroom… Not a cell. A bloodyroom. Where he gets to come and go as he pleases, like he owns the place.”
“You come and go as you please…” His lips quirk smugly.
I frown. “No, I have to ask The Ivory’s permission to breathe. Meanwhile, The Carver has his own bloodychalet, stocked with goodies. A desk, a bookshelf… A comfy bed.”
“How do you know it’s comfy?” He shoots me another skeptical look.
I’m becoming annoyed that he isn’t sharing my frustrations here.
“Trust me, it is. Dr. Love wouldn’t sleep on one of our measly cots.”
“Dr. Love sleeps in there with him??”
“Of course he does,” I gripe. “They’re bloody inseparable.”
“Shit…” Byron mutters, growing shifty. “We should go. What if they hear us?”
“Who doesn’t love an unannounced visit?” I wink, then knock on the door.
“What are you doing??” He gasps nervously.
“You know, for someone who gets off on beating blokes bloody, you’re a bit of a wimp,” I sneer.
I may be intentionally pushing his buttons a wee bit… Only because it’ssobloody hot when he gives me the look he’s giving me right now.
Like he wants to smack me in the face with his dick.
“Don’t test me,” he growls, jaw visibly clenched.
“What’s wrong?” I keep poking the beast. “Are youafraidof The Carver?”
“Seriously?” he hisses. “That preppy fuck is the one who should be afraid.”
I grin wickedly at how easy it is to rile him up.And fun.“Then let’s go inside…”
I witness the mound in his throat dip. It’s obvious that his natural inclination would be to leave it alone, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.That’s the flame I want to throw petrol on.
The deviant desire to fuck shit up. To bebadand cause some mayhem.
More specifically, to cause mayhem for Felix fucking Darcey.
Leaning over his mouth, I whisper, “I know you want to.”
He shivers. Then he straightens, taking on a much more confident repose.
Twisting the doorknob, he smirks devilishly. “It’s open…”
My face lights up, a malevolent grin sloping my mouth. Byron bites his lip and slowly pushes the door open.
