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Chapter Forty-Two
Raven
My mouth is dry as I drink Jax in. He smirks knowingly at me as he slowly crosses the room, every step measured, steady, controlled. I can’t take my eyes off his hands. Or rather, the rope he’s coiling around his hands the way a Dom would wind a bullwhip.
It thrills and excites me but there’s no way I’m letting him know that.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to do with that rope, but I suggest you keep it the fuck away from me,” I snap.
His eyes twinkle in amusement.
“Boys.”
That’s it, all he has to say for Rebel and Thorn to take one of my arms each and spread them wide.
“Hey! Get off me!” I struggle in their grip a little but they have a pretty firm hold on me. Ace smirks. He knows I could get out of a hold like this blindfolded. But maybe I don’t want to.
Jax approaches the end of the bed where I’m sitting and kneels on the floor. He takes one of my ankles in his hands and I quickly kick him with the other foot. He grunts but doesn’t retaliate.
“Wait!” Ace barks suddenly. Everyone freezes. “Check first. Weapons.”
I shake my head because he knows all too well that I’m armed all of the time now. There’s something about having knives and daggers strapped to my body that makes me feel sexy as fuck.
“Allow me?” I offer.
Jax nods and the other two release my arms. I get to my feet and move away from the bed before turning to face them. Ace has taken my place, and Jax is sitting on the floor facing me, his back leaning against the footboard. Four sets of expectant eyes are on me and I don’t feel nervous at all.
“Just the weapons. You can leave your clothes on,” Jax says. I nod and reach down to remove my stilettos.
“Leave the shoes on,” Rebel groans. I smirk knowing just how much he loves me in heels.
“But Jax said remove the weapons.”
“The shoes?”
“Dude, do you not see those heels? Fucking dangerous, I tell you,” Thorn chimes in.
I grin at him and press the pressure point that releases the needle-like blades from the heels. They clatter noisily to the wooden floor.
“Holy fuck,” Rebel breathes out.
Next I bend at the waist and run my hands up one leg, stopping to remove the dagger from the top of my stockings. I repeat the action on the other side, unclipping my thigh holster which holds a mid-length hunting knife with impeccable balance. I sigh forlornly when that one hits the floor.
“Are we done?” Jax asks in a tight voice. I shake my head no. He groans.
I’ll admit, I don’t usually have this many blades on me in one go, but Baxter had texted me earlier to see if I wanted to play tonight and I may have got a little over-excited. I slip my hands into my wrap dress and unfasten the belt sheath from around my waist. Bye bye slip knife.
“Prekleto seksi,” Ace murmurs.
A throwing star comes out of the concealed arm wrap under my long sleeves. I carefully lift my necklace containing several spikes over my head, take off my earrings, a new ring on my right hand, and with some clever contortion I’m even able to unstrap my shoulder sheath which contains Baxter’s favourite knife.
I look down at the floor. There’s a nice little pile of badassery down there. Baxter would be proud. Shame he’s missing out.
“Fuck a duck. That’s impressive,” Rebel whistles. Jax nods.
“Agree,” Ace adds.
“Impressive? Are you fucking crazy?! That shit’s insane!”
