Page 50 of Keep My Secrets
“Give me a color, baby.” Something cold and sharp grazes my leg. He opened the box.
“Green. Neon green,” I moan.
“So fucking perfect.” He fucks me hard, but my focus is on the pinpoint sensation being run up my spine. It's slow, deliberate.
Theo pulls my head back, giving him access to my throat. I choke on air as the cold metal is placed against my neck.
He is fucking me while holding a knife to my throat, and somehow it’s the hottest thing he has ever done to me.
“Cum with me, baby,” he groans, and the moment he gives me permission, the tension coiling inside me snaps, and a wave of electricity floods my system. Theo groans as he buries himself deep inside me. The pulsing of his cock sends shockwaves into my core.
Theo gently pulls out of me, removing the knife from my body. He releases my ankles first, then takes the blindfold off before unhooking my wrists. He makes sure to inspect me for injuries. I climb onto the bed, and Theo lies beside me. His hand gently rubs up and down my back as we both catch our breath and let our bodies settle.
“Thank you,” he whispers against the top of my head.
I pick my head up off his chest and search for his eyes. "For what?”
“For trusting me.” At the beginning of our relationship, he had me fill out this worksheet, and on it, there were some things listed that scared the living shit out of me. Knife play was one of them. I hard vetoed that, and while Theo never tried to push it, I could tell he was disappointed. But the longer we were together and the more he checked in, and with everything we would try, it all became less scary. Having a knife held to my throat is still not something I would ever let anyone but Theo do. But he has earned my trust. He has made me feel safe. He has provenhe will do whatever it takes to make me comfortable in the uncomfortable.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Theo
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Reeves,” I answer my phone.
“It's Maddox. We need you at Acadia, now.” Garret’s voice is different. Usually, when he is letting me know I am needed, it is more casual. Today, his tone is more somber, my clue that whatever is happening is serious.
“I’ll set up a jet. Let me just call Aria and let her know?—”
“Bring her; she needs to be a part of this.” This catches me off guard. She isn't a member of The Court—yet. There are very few reasons she would need to be involved.
“Will do, wheels up in an hour.” The call ends, and I immediately start sending the messages needed to have the plane ready to take off the second we get there.
“Yes, Mr. Reeves.”
“We need to go pick up Aria, now.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll pull the car around.”
I throw a couple days’ worth of my clothes into a suitcase. I look at all of Aria’s things and know I will not grab the right stuff. I don’t think we will have to stay overnight, but I want to be prepared just in case.
“Mia, I need you at the penthouse now,” I bark into my phone.
“Yes, sir. On my way.”
“Let yourself in and then pack Aria for three days. We have a meeting at Acadia. This needs to be done quickly, and you need to meet us at the FTO in less than an hour.”
“Yes, sir, no problem.”
I meet Stan at the front of the building. He loads my suitcase, and I use the time on the drive to message Kai and let him know what is going on.
On my way to pick up Aria.
Again? You do know she has real work, right?
