A smirk forms on my face. “Devious. I like it.”
I normally only go for airheaded, masculine dudes who boast about their looks and fight too much, entertained by their smooth egos and brains for a night of tied-up fun so I can leave them for dead, but something about this boy has me intrigued.
“You’ve surprised me, Caruso.” I pull out my knife and hold it under his chin. “Now let’s see what other surprises you’ve got in store for me.”
I push the knife underneath the rest of his shirt, tearing the fabric away so I can gorge my eyes on his chest. There’s only one tattoo right at the edge of his V-line; a black circle with wrigglylines stretching out all around. He’s not as thick and muscly as Orion, but very well-trained, lean, and I’m pretty sure he could easily outrun me.
But I know he won’t.
“You won’t tell anyone about this murder,” I muse.
He shakes his head, but I need to hear him say it.
“You’ll be my good little boy, won’t you? Say it.”
I slide my knife down his chest, leaving scratches on his skin.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll be a good boy, I swear,” he says after sucking in a breath.
Those dark-brown hairs fall over his face, and beyond his ears, his cute button nose and cheeky smile make it very hard for me to punish him for stalking me all this time and getting in my way.
I lean in so close that the desire practically radiates from his lips, and it gives me such a fucking high that I nearly kiss him just because I can.
My hand travels down the ridges of his abs, all the way to his tented pants, and I squeeze his dick as I whisper, “Do you want to be my little toy, Xavier? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
“Say the word.”
“Yes. I’d do anything to have you. Please, I’ll do anything you want, anything you crave. I’m all yours. You don’t even have to ask. I will bend to your will.”
Fuck, now that’s the proper way to beg.
I hover against his half-open mouth, enjoying this moment right on the cusp of his destruction, as I whisper, “Be careful what you wish for,” before I slam my lips onto his.
CHAPTER 13
Xavier
Sunny Reed is kissing me.
She’s actually fucking kissing me, and I am on the highest cloud I’ve ever been, wishing I could touch her.
Fuck.
My hands strain against the ropes she tied around my wrists as my mouth desperately clings onto hers. I don’t need to breathe. Fuck air. Fuck being alive if I can’t have her lips on mine.
My tongue darts out to pry open her mouth, frantic for more, but she leans back and watches me struggle.
“So eager already?” She smirks as she pulls away the button of my pants.
“What are you going to do?” I mutter.
She tugs down my zipper and plays with my shaft through the fabric of my underwear, making me viscerally aware of just how sensitive it still is after I just came.
“Whatever I want to, remember?” she murmurs. “You gave yourself to me now. And I want to use this cock to please myself.”
“Fuck,” I groan, blinking a couple of times.
