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“Fuck, Gray warned me about those groans. I thought he was lying.”
I peer over at him, raising my eyebrows as I fake innocence. I really need to get a hold of myself and my love for greasy food. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumble, stuffing my mouth with another bite as he shakes his head at me.
“Of course you don’t.”
I work really hard not to make a sound as I demolish the pizza. I’m always the most hungry after killing someone, and tonight’s no different. Axel watches me the entire time, and I can tell when I let a moan slip because his eyes darken more and more.
When only crumbs remain, I close up the box and reach for my duffel bag once again.
“Do you understand the meaning of the wordno?”
He has a pointed look on his face as he glances from me to the bag, and I shrug.
“I just thought you meant…” My words trail off as he rises from his spot, discarding his pizza box and prowling toward me.
My heart hammers like crazy when he stops right in front of me, silence washing over us as he searches my eyes for the longest time. I don’t know how I become complete putty in his hands, pliant at his word, when I’m so usually vocal and outspoken. He doesn’t just consume my body; it’s my mind and soul too. That’s the only explanation for it.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and a smirk forms on my face.
“That’s yet to be decided.”
“Good… but right now, at this moment… Do you?”
“Yes.”
He nods, inching away from me and leaving me needy as he searches his bag for a moment. I barely blink before gaping at him as he holds out a long piece of rope between us.
“You brought your rope?” Every inch of my body tingles, from my toes to my lips. The possibility of passing out is high.
“I hoped, but…”
“Where do you want me?” I interject, not needing him to explain anything to me.
I’m here, I’m willing, and I’m his.
His brows knit as he glances at the rope. “There’s no one here as a buffer between us though. No one to tell me to stop.”
“I can tell you when to stop.”
He shakes his head slightly, like he’s thought of that and yet it doesn’t make sense to him. “If I don’t hear you, then I could—”
“You’ll hear me, Axel. I know you will,” I interrupt again, needing him to hear me now at this moment, and to my surprise, he does.
“Lie on the bed.”
Yes, please.
Knocking my duffel bag to the floor, I keep the towel around me the best I can as I shuffle up the bed, lying on the pillows.
“You’re not going to need the towel, Reaper,” he states, making no move to join me on the naked side, but I still open up the towel and reveal myself to him.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he casts his eyes over me, and a shiver zaps down my spine with anticipation.
“Arms up, Scarlett,” he commands, and I do it immediately, relishing the feel of the rope as he drapes it over my skin and intertwines it around my limbs.
For the first time, I’m facing him, and I bask in the view I get, watching the concentration on his face as he weaves his favorite material. How this man thinks he could hurt me, or not hear me, is laughable. No one takes this much care with someone and has the ability to hurt them too. I refuse to believe it.
My jaw grows slacker with every tug, and my back arches as he encourages me to shuffle back down the bed a little so he can tie the top of the rope to the bed above me.
