Page 131 of Ricochet
But I’ve become obsessed with seeing my marks on him, the only ones I’m ever okay with being there.
I’m obsessed with the look in his eyes when he sees them too.
I’m obsessed with the little whimpers he makes when I leave them.
“Did you really think I was going to let you get away with tying me up?”
“I was hoping not,” he admits breathlessly.
I smirk up at him before flipping us over. He cries out in shock as he lands on his back with my cock still deep inside him. Lifting his right leg, I push it back until his knee is nearly to hischest. I hold it there and anchor myself with my hand on the mattress.
Leaning over him, I wrap my other hand around his throat and crash my mouth to his.
I want to taste him.
I want to swallow up all the noises he makes for me.
I want to devour him until he fucking lives inside me so I’ll never be without him.
Of course, there’s already a part of him that does live in me. He’s made himself a home in the marrow of my bones, in the depths of my dark soul. He’s the other half to the killer inside me.
He’s mine, and I’m never letting him go.
It’s the one thing I could never fucking grant him even if he wished it.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I say with my lips against his as I rut into him like a savage. “Maybe I should tie you up instead. Never let you leave this fucking bed ever again.”
He moans as I hit that spot inside him over and over, bringing his other leg up to wrap around my waist. “I’m tempted to let you.”
I fucking love making him feel this way, making him feelgood. I think I was born to give Callum Hayes pleasure, both in the bedroom and when bringing him the death and the killing that he craves.
“Next time you have a weekend off, maybe that’s exactly what I’ll do,” I tell him as I take my time licking my way up his jaw toward his ear. “I’ll chain you to the bed in our cabin for two whole days. Give you sponge baths. Feed you breakfast in bed. Fuck you so many times you won’t know what it is to be without pleasure. You won’t be able to fucking walk by the time I’m finished with you.”
A whimper slips free past his lips. “Sounds like a fun weekend.”
“It’s been awhile since I’ve killed for you too.” I nip at his ear, and he whines. “Maybe while I have you tied up like a present, I’ll bring you one of your own.”
It’s been a couple months since I’ve killed anyone. I don’t do it as often as I once did. Lacey has tracked down more of Coach Hill’sfriends, but she thinks there are still a few left out there. The network that Coach, Callum’s stepdad, and Eric’s uncle were all a part of was much larger than any of us knew. I’ve taken care of a few, and I’m determined to get the rest.
I pull back a bit just in time to see Callum’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
“Would you like that, baby?” I give him a quick, soft kiss while rolling my hips in a rhythm that matches the pleasure racing up my spine. “I’ll have you both tied down. At my mercy. I’ll be able to do anything I want to both of you. He’ll get to die a slow, painful death while you get to watch. I’ll fucking spill his blood at your feet. And then I’ll make love to you all fucking night with the scent of death in the air.”
“Fuck,” he moans, followed by a whimper. “Stone.”
He’s floating now.
Talking about death tends to do that to him, and I fucking love it. Of course, an actual death is even more potent.
He’s so fucking beautiful like this.
Thriving in my darkness. Reborn from shadows.
Like night’s embers.
Left over from a fire, smoldering in its ashes. The part of it that’s fought to survive. With my darkness, he glows even brighter.
When I sense he’s getting close, I tighten my grip a little around his throat. His lips part as his breathing ceases. Movingmy arm so that his leg falls around my waist, I use my other hand to grip his cock.