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A lump of anxiety formed in my throat before I spoke. “I’ll never have your baby. You’re wasting your time.” My voice trembled as I attempted to hold my ground.
“Don’t be so sure.” He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my clit. “If you don’t fight me, I’ll make you cum over and over until you’re screaming my name.”
I blew out a shaky sigh, doing my best to ignore his touch and the heat building between my thighs. “Why me? I mean what was it about me that you just couldn’t pass up?”
“Other than your beauty? Your brain? Your good heart?” He sank his teeth into my inner thigh, causing me to scream and writhe on the bed. “It was none of that. It’s the darkness you hide so well from others. But I saw it, Ella. All you need is some training, and you’ll stand by my side.”
“I’ll never hurt anyone. I’m not a killer like you are.”
He sucked my clit, then stroked it with his tongue.
“Oh, god.” My hips had a mind of their own, and I shamelessly ground against his mouth as he slayed me, shaping me to his will.
“I’m not dark like you. I have a soul,” I squeaked out. “No matter how many times you fuck me, I won’t carry your baby.” As accurate as that was, I was totally down for him fucking me.
He lifted his head, and something I hadn’t seen before flashed in his eyes. His fingers pushed against my entrance before he slid them to my asshole.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He eased a finger into each hole.
I fisted my hands, my fingernails digging into my palms, and mentally begged for him to let me cum.
He removed his hand, leaving me desperate once again. I pursed my lips together in order not to groan. He walked back to the bathroom and returned, pulling on a grey T-shirt before he disappeared again. A few minutes later, he was back with what I assumed was a fresh drink. He set mine on the nightstand.
“How am I going to take a drink?”
“If you want one, I’ll give it to you.” He sat in my office chair and faced me.
“How long are you keeping me handcuffed to my bed?”
“As long as I want to, but it depends on you. I have somewhere to be in a few hours. I’ll either take the cuffs off or not. We’ll see how it goes.”
I gritted my teeth to not get snarky with him. Why in the hell my mouth had a mind of its own when I was scared was beyond me. “If we’re going to spend quality time together, will you tell me something about yourself?” Maybe talking would soothe my soul, but I doubted it.
He chuckled. “You’ll use it against me.”
My focus shifted as I stared at him, seeing a man who hadn’t completely given himself to the darkness. Working with criminal attorneys allowed me to study the men and women who walked through our office doors. Maybe I could still reach him and save lives. When he’d mentioned I also had darkness inside, he was partially right, but we weren’t the same. Although I’d been pulled toward a darker existence for a long time, my desire to help others trumped it. If I played my cards right, maybe there was hope for him too. Or maybe I was just crazy as hell.
“I’m an accomplice to murder, or did you forget about Stephen?”
“Of course not. I track all of my kills.”
“I heard serial killers keep a memento from each event. Is that true?”
He crossed his legs and smoothed his hand down his thigh.
“Most do. I don’t, nor do I revisit where I took their life—your house is the exception. For the most part, I’m not your textbook criminal, little lamb. Don’t put me in the same box as others.”
The more he talked, the more questions I had. Since I’d sat in on many cases where my bosses questioned the criminals they represented in court, it was only a matter of time before Death gave me a tidbit I could sink my teeth into and find out who he was. And when you do, what then? “Are you different in other ways?”
“I was trained to kill and walk away without attachment.”
Holy shit. Trained?
My forehead creased. “You had a mentor?”
Death threw his head back and laughed. Hard. Goosebumps peppered my skin with the deep, rich sound. After that, I would recognize his laugh in a crowded football stadium filled with chatter and cheers. He was leaving me crumbs, and I would take them. Grateful for something else to think about other than the fact that I was naked and handcuffed with a serial killer’s sperm inside me, I quieted my mind. He might want me to have his baby, but our time together was a big mistake for him.
He flexed his fingers, and I studied every movement of his muscled and toned body and broad chest. Apparently, he wasn’t going to answer me about a mentor.
