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Chapter Twenty-Six
Raven
I take the knife and ram it in his thigh with considerable force. I don’t even think about it, I just do it. I don’t look, I use my instinct. I’m trained well enough to know how to stab someone in a way that won’t kill them. I’m not about to hit anything major.
One minute he’s teasing me and the next it sounds like he’s pushing me away. I panicked. So I kissed him. And his dick was so hard, bobbing around every time I touched one of his precious blades that inspiration just sort of struck...and so did I.
His guttural groan into my mouth makes my nerve endings light up like a circuit board. I made the right decision. He’s harder than a fucking great hunk of diamond against me. I can feel his blood running down his leg, down mine, and it’s way sexier than I ever anticipated.
With a sudden urge to taste him, I drop to my knees and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft. As I slowly start to stroke him, my wrist bumps the knife that’s still protruding from his leg. He hisses when I go to take it out.
“Leave it.”
He’s probably right, removing it will make way more mess than I want to clean up right now, but there’s still a part of me that longs to yank that blade out with a flourish. Instead, I focus on his cock...and my eyes widen. Whoa. Yeah. Erm. There’s no way that’s fitting in my mouth.
Baxter’s fingers tangle in my hair and I decide that for him, I want to try. But I barely get my lips around his tip when he’s yanking me to my feet and claiming my mouth once more.
His kiss is filthy and raw, which I expected, but lacking the control I’ve come to expect from him. It’s seriously hot, how wildly he possesses me.
Eventually he breaks away and I can breathe.
“Phew for a minute there I was worried,” I say once I’ve caught my breath.
“What? That I wanted to stab you?”
“No. That my stabbing you was gonna cause limp dick.”
“Does that look limp to you?”
“Nope...do you want to stab me?” I ask carefully.
“I don’t know…” He hesitates.
“What?”
“I would have said yes before, without even thinking about it.”
“But?”
“But now...I don’t know. I still want to, but I feel more like it would be a privilege rather than a compulsion.”
I’m not quite sure what to say to that.
“Raven, my whole life has been about taking. Taking orders.” I pull a face at that and he smiles ruefully. “I know, but I was good at it once. Taking what I wanted or needed...people taking things from me. And yes, even taking lives. No one has ever given me anything. Not voluntarily anyway or without wanting something in return. Which is why anything you’re willing to give me is an absolute honour.”
My insides do this squishy melty thing where I basically feel like a soppy marshmallow. For Baxter Branson, that was downright romantic.
“Let’s go,” I say and disappointed acceptance flares in his eyes. I place my hand on his chest where I can barely feel his heartbeat at all and stare into his eyes earnestly.
“Me and you need to go find a bed where I can show you just how much I’m willing to give you. No expectations of reciprocation. You already have my heart and soul, let me give you the rest.”
I mean, obviously I want to scream at him ‘let’s go fuck until neither of us can walk’ but that flash of vulnerability makes me think he needs a gentler approach right now. Not that I think for a second that when we do get down to it, it’ll be soft or gentle.
I take his hand and tug him towards the door.
“Wait. What about the mess?” he asks.
“Zero fucks given right now, Baxter. I need to find a bed, stat.”
