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She turns her head toward me and meets my gaze. I watch as the blank look dissipates, replaced by a hunger I’m all too familiar. “Bring him upstairs.” Paige commands, turning and climbing up the steps, her ass swaying with each movement of her hips. I bite back a groan as I’m reminded of how long it’s been since I’ve plunged balls deep into her.
Soon.
I push Seth up the stairs, twisting his arm farther as he tries to hinder the progress. “You heard the woman.” I chuckle, excitement coursing through my veins. We step out of the basement and I direct him toward an empty chair next to the dining table. Shoving him down, I glance toward my bag, calculating the distance. “Little bird, bring me the rope from my bag.”
Stepping behind him, I pull out a switchblade from my pocket. Flicking it open, I press the sharp metal against his throat, immobilizing him in the chair. Paige rummages through the supplies and brings the rope over. The moment she’s in arms reach, I swoop her into a kiss, leaving her breathless as I pull away. Taking the rope from her hands, I tie Seth to the chair, stepping back to admire my handiwork as he struggles against the binds.
Satisfied he isn’t going anywhere, I snatch Paige into my arms again, pressing my lips to hers. She moans as I force my tongue inside, exploring every inch of her divine mouth. My hands slide down, wrapping around to grip her ass, tugging her body flush with mine. A soft gasp escapes her as she feels my hard cock rub against her abdomen. I roll my hips, showing her just how much I want her. How much Ineedher.
I’m lost in desire, momentarily forgetting the prick tied up behind us. Paige whimpers and tries pulling away. Tightening my grip, I refuse her attempts. She snakes her hands up my chest and pushes firmly. This time I allow the space, cocking my head at her, only to find her eyes are not on me. They are on the man currently living on borrowed time, her face pained as she stares. My shoulders tense as I turn slowly to face the source of the pain.
Seth glares at Paige, still futilely yanking against the rope. “Fucking whore!” He shouts.
She flinches and I’m on him in a second. Pulling my fist back, I slam it into his face. Seth’s head snaps back from the impact. “The fuck did you just say?” I seethe, gripping his hair and forcing him to look at me. His eyes widen as he meets mine. I tug his hair, causing a pained noise to leave him. Moving to land another blow, a small hand grips my wrist, halting my progress.
I glance back and see my Paige. Not the hurting girl from moments before, the Paige before me is a goddess of death, one I have missed so dearly.
Running her hand up my arm, she pulls me back. “Let me.” She asserts, confidence radiating from her. I back away and lean against the back of the sofa, arms crossed. I’m more than happy to allow her this but the bloodlust thrumming inside causes me to clench my hands into fists to restrain myself.
Paige moves in front of Seth and grips his jaw, her fingers curled into talons. Leaning closer, she digs her nails into his skin as he tries to shake himself from her hold. “You kept saying to remember who I am.” A sinister smile forms on her face, her pupils dilating as her focus fixes on the small beads of blood pooling around her fingers. “I suppose I should thank you for the constant reminders, as I had forgotten. I’d allowed myself to become the scared, pathetic Paige you knew. But you see,detective,” She spits the title at him, crinkling her nose. “You shouldn’t have pushed. Because I’ve remembered now. I remember everything. And now you’ll get to truly know who I am.” She shoves his face back and steps away.
My gaze stays fixed on her as she saunters toward the supply bag. Reaching inside, she withdraws the machete I brought just for her. While I enjoy the creative approach to my kills, my girl prefers her weapon of choice.
Spinning around, she runs the flat of the blade across her palm as she stalks back toward Seth. He recoils, swinging his head, trying to find an escape route. “P-Paige.” He stammers, tugging against the rope. “You don’t have to do this.”
Her chuckle goes straight to my dick. “You’re right. I don’t have to.” She stops her movement, running her finger along the edge of the machete, a small line of blood trickling from the cut. Seth watches her with cautious eyes as she slowly brings her finger to her mouth. Pressing it to her lips, she sucks on the cut. She smiles while lowering her hand, blood coating her teeth. I can’t hold back the groan from the sight. Paige’s eyes flicker to me, heating as they meet mine before looking back at Seth. Her voice husky as she speaks again. “Iwantto.”
Best. Foreplay. Ever.
“Fuck.” I mutter as she strides forward and grabs hold of his left hand.
Seth flings his body around, trying to free himself. Paige lifts the machete into the air. “Wait! Ple-” His pleas are cut off as she brings down the blade, slicing through his wrist. She huffs as the blade lodges part way through the appendage, her brows furrowing as she yanks on the handle. Seth wails as she struggles to free the weapon.
Intending to help, I push off the couch. Paige scowls at me. Freezing, I lift my hands, shrugging before returning to my resting position. She focuses again on dislodging the machete, letting out a triumphant squeal once the blade rips free from Seth’s wrist. His eyes are glazed from shock as she hacks away until his hand drops. A soft thud sounds as it hits the floor.
Paige wipes the sweat from her forehead, smearing blood across her skin. I grip the edge of the couch to remain still at the sight. Reaching out with her unoccupied hand, she grips Seth’s hair and yanks his head back. His hooded eyes attempt to focus as his body fights the loss. “That’s for touching me.” She hisses. His eyes roll back, losing consciousness.
Paige’s shoulders tense, jaw locked. Releasing his head, she slaps him across the face, repeating the motion until he groans. The moment his eyes flutter open, she fists his hair again. “We’re not done yet.” Paige snarls, shifting her hand still holding the bloodied machete, the tip now resting on his crotch. Seth shakes his head against her grip, silently pleading. He’s still yet to learn, my little bird has no mercy to give.
Seth whimpers as she leans into the handle, digging the blade into the fabric of his jeans. “This?” She applies more pressure. “This is for raping me.” Paige throws her weight against the handle, pushing the machete through his dick and imbedding it into the chair below.
Seth’s face contorts in agony, mouth open in a silent scream as the pain overwhelms his body. Paige releases his hair and takes a step back, watching as his head lolls forward, having passed out again.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I rush forward. Spearing my fingers in her hair, I capture Paige’s mouth. “Jesus fuck.” I groan into her. “That was so goddamn hot.” Pulling away from her mouth, I lick the blood on her face, the metallic taste making my already stiff dick ache. I kiss down her jaw and sink my teeth into her pulse point. She whimpers, clinging to my arms. Kissing the bite, I run my lips up to her ear and growl, “I need to fuck you.” Tightening her grip, she tilts her pelvis toward me.
I slip one hand out of her hair, sliding it down her body and between her legs. My fingers graze her pussy, eliciting a feral moan as I feel the slick heat. “This pussy is dripping.” I groan, shoving two fingers inside, making her cry out. Pumping them inside her, I pull her hair, arching her slender neck. She hisses at the sting to her scalp but doesn’t fight my hold.
“You are fucking magnificent. I knew the moment I saw you that you were going to be my new obsession.” I run my nose along her throat, humming, “My raven-haired goddess of death.” Paige gasps softly. Pulling back, I meet her eyes, tears glistening in her caramel orbs as she tries to blink them away.
I’m captivated by her beauty, her softness still there amidst the hard edge of her reality. Unable to stop myself, I lean forward, placing soft kisses over the tear tracks still on her face. “Let me worship you as you deserve.” I murmur between kisses, slipping my fingers from her. She makes a sound of protest at the loss that shifts into surprise as I sink to my knees.
Holding her gaze, I run my hands up her thighs, gathering the material of her dress and pushing it up. My attention pulls lower, drawn to her bare pussy as it glistens from her arousal. I lick my lips, transfixed by the sight. Leaning forward, I dip my tongue into her, groaning at the sweet tang. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good you taste.” Paige grips my shoulders as I dive back in, running my tongue through her slit. Capturing her clit between my teeth I bite down, causing her to cry out from the sensation. I lap at her sensitive bud, her cries turning to moans as the pain and pleasure combine.
“Mick,” Paige begs, rocking her hips on my face. Knowing she needs more, I push two fingers back inside her, curling them to rub her inner walls. “Oh god. Yes. Yes!” I continue finger fucking her while lapping at her clit like a starved man.
That’s what I am. I’m famished for this woman. I will never get enough.
Paige’s fingers dig into me, the sharp bite causing my dick to strain against my pants. I add a third finger and the added pressure is enough to send her over the edge. Screaming out her release, her body jerks. I continue working her through the orgasm, only removing my fingers and mouth when the sensations become too much for her.
