The sitter is going to take great care of him. I don’t think he’d appreciate the airplane ride.
Me
You’re right…
Archer
Speaking of planes… are you done packing?
Me
Almost…
Archer
Go and pack, angel. I’ll be there to pick you up in an hour.
With a happy sigh, I pocket my phone and walk over to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer that holds my lingerie. I haven’t had a reason to wear any of my pieces in a long time, but now that I’m going on this work trip with Archer, it’s the perfect time to pack something sexy for him.
I gaze into my drawer, debating which ones I should choose. I think about texting Saffron for her opinion, but it’s early, and she’s probably sleeping peacefully in bed with her new doctor boyfriend. The two made it official around the same time me and Archer began dating, and I’ve never been happier for her. He treats her like the princess she is, and is the perfect gentleman—much like my Archer. The four of us are planning a double date when me and Archer get back from the work trip, and I have a feeling Archer and Dr. Herrera will be great friends.
But until then, I have an important decision to make.
I’m pulling out a corset-style bodysuit when a voice breaks out behind me.
“I haven’t seen that pair. Is it new?”
I scream, the bodysuit clutched tightly between my hands as I whip around to face Seven. The serial killer stands in the middle of my bedroom, his head tilted in that eerie way that makes me shiver. There appears to be blood on his clothes and coating his gloved hands.
“What the…?” I step back, swallowing hard when he matches it, backing me into a corner.
Seven braces one hand on the wall while the other comes up to grip my jaw, smearing sticky red blood across my face. He presses a button on the side of his mask, and the bottom half slides up, giving me a half second to take in his manic smilebefore his mouth crashes to mine, stealing my breath as heated sparks dance across my skin.
He grabs the front of my shirt, ripping it clean off in one powerful movement. I whimper, but he presses his lips to mine, silencing me.
“I know this isn’t for me.” His fingers pinch the lacy fabric still clutched in my hands. “Who is itfor,Grace?”
“I don’t?—”
“Liar.”
He reaches down to my shorts and rips them off, leaving me bare. Before I have a chance to react, he pushes me back on the bed and settles his face between my spread legs, inhaling deeply. Seven shoves his tongue inside to taste me, and all rational thought flies out the window as I’m lost to the intense pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste divine.” He slides his hand up to grip my thigh. “If only it was all for me…”
I blink through the haze, trying to focus on his words. “W-what?—?”
He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening painfully. “I can taste another man inside you, Grace.” He lunges forward, dragging his tongue up my center, making me cry out once more.
“God,” he groans. “If you didn’t taste so fucking good, I might be tempted to get rid of you.”
I whimper as he flips me onto my stomach. He pulls his hard cock from a slit in his tactical pants and crawls over top of me, lining the head of his cock up with my slicked center. Despite how wrong it is, I moan, pushing my hips back against him, desperate to feel more.
“Who is it?” His voice is low and deadly as he pushes inside me. “Which man is dying by my hands tonight?”
“Please don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t—don’t hurt him.”
“So, thereissomeone,” he growls, still moving inside me. “Does he make you come like I do?”
