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"No one," I practically purred, still trying to calm from his lingering kisses that left my flesh in a heated, tingling mess. "If there was anyone, they're clearly dead and disposed of."
"Does your shoulder hurt?"
"Yes." No point in lying about the obvious.
"Sit up for a bit," he encouraged, and I followed his instructions. His hands laid upon my shoulders a second later, beginning to massage them with the perfect amount of pressure that gave me immediate relief.
A moan vibrated against my throat, my tense shoulders and body beginning to further relax as he kept going.
"You forgot to stretch after the fight today, didn't you?"
"I wonder why," I quietly hummed, almost missing what he even asked because this massage was heaven sent. I had to make an appointment with my masseuse eventually, but I'd been too busy to take an evening off to get pampered.
"Aside from me interrupting your evening ritual," he acknowledged.
"For good reason," I also confronted so he realized I was grateful for the protective nature that he liked to keep to himself unless Viktor was snooping.
"When was the last time you went for a massage?" Of course, he'd ask that. He always pressured me to go since I always forgot.
"I don't remember."
"Go tomorrow."
"Ugh, it's Monday. I hate going on Mondays."
"Mondays have nothing to do with getting a massage."
"Mondays were made by the devil to torture all of us who are forced to walk into the walls of an office and work."
"You enjoy it," he pointed out quietly, his husky voice drifting into my ear before he tugged on my left ear lobe, which had me shivering.
"Hmm." I needed a moment to refocus with his playful move. "Working is better than being trapped in a cell, right?" My voice was extremely quiet, and his lips trailed down my neck before he pressed a solid kiss to my right shoulder.
"You know I'd never let him trap you in that hell hole again." His voice was just as low but emotionless, and I wondered if that was him or his wolf speaking.
"I know," I whispered. That was the truth. He wouldn't dare let me be stuck in that situation at the hands of my father.
If anyone else tried, he'd get rid of their entire family line,children, uncles, aunts, and any other relatives. He'd hunt them all down and then make the final blow on that individual who dared try and lock me up.
We’d served our time - an intentional punishment that molded us into creatures of the night that many feared - and now got to reap the rewards of our sacrifice and suffering.
I may have despised those days of physical and internal suffering, but it created a side that no one could manipulate.
A dangerous part inside me that waited for the moment to strike fear into our enemies' lives.
"Does your shoulder feel better?" He kissed that part again, but it only brought shivers of pleasure rather than the pain from before.
"Much better," I admitted. "You know a bit of pain won't bother me, right?"
"Oh, I'm well aware, Sugar," he assured me, and I felt the way his lips curled against my flesh. "But you know I hate for you to endure pain from others."
His hand that rested on the left side of my hip moved further up until it grasped my breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me flinch.
"I want to be the bringer of that displeasure. To leave marks on your beautiful flesh before lathering kisses of pleasure to turn you on further. I know how aroused you get when we enjoy that dance of pleasure and pain."
Just the idea turned me on, leaving me to smirk before I reached down to grip his cock. He moaned at my firm grip, my fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness fully as I held it a little tighter.
"I know, Onyx," I purred in a seductive manner, fighting hard not to grind my hips as my pussy grew wetter by the second. We needed to get rolling or this would be a long night, but I loved it when we enjoyed a little fun in the midst of the physical activity that would leave us panting.
