Page 15 of Little Death
His chuckle wraps around me like dark silk. “Make you? Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to make you do anything. That’s why you’re being such a brat, right? Because a part of you likes what I’m doing to you? Likes when I scare you. Isn’t that right?”
“Fuck you.”
Instead of angering him more, my hissed words only make his lips curve at one corner. “You’re only digging yourself a bigger grave. Because every time you piss me off, you owe me another orgasm.” His finger swipes at his nose. Is he still bleeding? “I think we’re up to four now. Five?”
“Is that really supposed to scare me?” I’m glad the words come out steady, because the thought actually scares me. How many orgasms would it take for him to break me apart? See all the twisted, fucked-up things inside me? Like how many licks to the center of a lollipop. Only whatever’s hiding inside me will not be something sweet.
“Does it?”
“What?”
“Does it scare you?”
“It’ll take a lot more than these silly games to scare me, O’Connor,” I say.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” I punch out.
But it doesn’t piss him off like I expect. His smile widens, a flash of white in the shadows. Glinting in the moonlight.
He pushes to his feet, and all my muscles tense, hands fisting at my thighs. Heart rattling in my chest. He strolls to where I’m kneeling. At his height—Jesus, is he, what, 6’4, 6’5?—he towers over me. For a moment, he considers me with glittering chips of diamond for eyes, and then in a flash, he fists a hand in my hair. One quick movement later, there’s a gun pressed against my temple. The only warning is a flash of metal in a sliver of light. I don’t get a good look, but I know without inspection that it’s the same one he used to kill Dufresne.
Blood smears over his lips from where I hit him. It makes him look like a pagan deity. Untamable. Wild. The gun twitches, the icy edge a wicked threat that slices straight to my core. A needy sound stings my throat, spilling over my lips.
His eyes widen, then glint with satisfaction. When he speaks, his voice is low and entrancing. “Are you ready to do as you’re told, like a good little pet, or do I need to scare you a bit to keep you in line?”
I could speak. Could do what I’m told. But if I’m going to spend the night with the devil, I won’t make it easy on either of us. And maybe this man, this insane, ruthless man, is exactly who I need to rip me out of my brain.
Even if it’s only for one night.
Amused, accepting, somehow reading my mind, he jerks my head back, eyes roving over my face. Then he’s leading me across the bedroom floor, guided by his hand in my hair like it’s a leash.
And I crawl for him, just like he wanted.
CHAPTERSEVEN
The gun bites a little deeper into my temple with every foot of progress I make across the bedroom floor. Both his fist in my hair and the gun at my head make the movements awkward, but he doesn’t seem to mind how long it takes. He hovers at my side, a constant threat. Unforgiving hardwood bites into my knees, but I grind back my complaints between the flats of my teeth.
Each time I move, the gun bobs against my skull, reminding me how completely I’m at his mercy. One wrong move and my blood could be all over his hands. Like Aiden chasing me, placing my life in his hands, especially given what I witnessed him do, should terrify me. And it does. But it’s also exhilarating. I’m lightheaded with anticipation, wondering what he could do next.
When we finally reach the bed, there’s a raw spot on my temple from the muzzle, my knees are bruised to all hell, and my panties are so soaked I can feel the wetness slicking the inside of my thighs. Hot shame heats my cheeks. It wouldn’t take much investigation for him to realize how much I’m enjoying this. How much I don’t want him to stop.
Aiden retakes his seat at the foot of the bed, letting the gun rest under his hand on the mattress beside his thigh. I’m kneeling in front of him, his legs on either side of me, and I don’t dare move now. My whole body trembles, waiting to see what my punishment will be. Waiting? Craving? Wanting?
Fuck.
Needing.
Is that what this incessant buzzing sensation under my skin is?
Studying his face is impossible, the way the shadows fall across it. The silence is a heavy weight pressing in around me. I’m practically chewing on it, it’s so thick. “What are you waiting for?” I say when I can’t wait any longer. His eyes crinkle behind his blank white mask. I shiver, wishing I hated it. Wishing it were disgusting. But not knowing sends another fresh bolt of heat straight to my pussy. “Please just get it over with.”
He lifts the hand not holding the gun and tips up my chin. “There it is. All you had to do was say please, so pretty for me. Was that so hard? What’s next, pet? Will you cry for me? Let me taste your sweet tears?”
Heat springs up behind my eyes, making my throat sting and my voice raw when I say, “Go to hell.”
His hand grips my jaw, not letting me jerk away when he leans closer. Silver eyes behind his mask gleam in the low light. “If I go anywhere, I’m taking you with me. Now lie over my lap like a good girl.”
