Page 17 of Killer Attraction

The most logical thing for me to do would be to kill him, and soon. A small part of me craved to feel his blood on my hands for the way he made me feel. But I knew it couldn’t be that night because his partner knew we’d gone to dinner, and that would have made me the prime suspect. But it wouldn’t take a genius to be able to put the pieces together when he was hunting a serial killer and his boyfriend was a psychopath.

Then again, there were plenty of psychopaths—many more than most people realized—who were able to live full and productive lives and never hurt anyone. When I looked at Aiden, I wished I could be one of those people. He deserved better than me and my defective brain.

“Aiden—” I tried to leave him at the door, nice and safe, but he cut me off by pulling me against him and slamming the door closed as our lips connected.

“Shut up,” he mumbled as he let out a sigh when my tongue snaked out of my mouth to seek entrance to his.

I officially shut up. If this beautiful and intelligent man wanted me despite my flaws, I didn’t think I was strong enough to walk away on my own.

My hands cupped his face as I slowed the kiss and walked him backward towards the stairs so we could get to his bedroom. I might not have had words for him, but I could show him how I felt by making my little bird fly.

When we made it to the bedroom, I picked him up, and he immediately wrapped his legs around my waist, rotating his hips and igniting sparks as our cocks glided together through the fabric.

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpered in my arms as he let his head fall back and began to rut against me in earnest. “You always make me feel so good.” His voice was full of awe, and his eyes were already blown and glazed over.

I leaned forward and nipped his lip as I walked us to his bed and gently laid him down, as though he were something precious. Because he was. Somehow, Aiden had become the one thing I couldn’t live without.

He was more than just an obsession.

“Little bird,” I choked out as I settled between his legs, my voice thick with unnamed emotion. Reaching up, I unbuttoned his shirt without breaking eye contact. He leaned up and let it fall off his shoulders and down his arms. A sound I couldn’t identify broke free from my throat at the sight of all his skin on display.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked—and he wasn’t even naked yet—but knowing he still wanted me, even with what I’d revealed about myself, was more than I could have ever hoped for.

“You’re amazing,” I said as I lightly teased my fingertips over his exposed flesh, making him gasp. “I promise to work to be worthy of you every day.”

Aiden looked up and stopped my hand’s exploration by placing his own on top.

“Baby, you don’t need to work on anything. I like you. There’s no reason for you to do anything different. And you’re already worthy. Baby, you deserve everything and don’t let anyone tell you anything different. Ever.” I heard his words and they warmed my chest. But I couldn’t help the doubt that crept in. No one wanted me for me.

Rather than potentially spoil the evening, I didn’t say anything and instead captured his lips in a searing kiss that shook me to my core. As I leaned back, something caught my eye, and I hesitated.

“Do you trust me?” It was a big leap. He could like me or have whatever feelings he felt. But trusting me, that was a whole other ballgame. Especially given what he now knew about me.

“Always,” he said without missing a beat, and it snatched my breath away. His confidence in me was unfounded, given how we had originally met. But I couldn’t tell him that. He could never know, because I could never let him go.

I needed to get out of my head though and regain some control. So I pushed the thoughts aside and reached down and grabbed the tie he’d discarded when we got into the room. Gently, I wrapped it around one wrist before I wove it between the bars of his headboard and then secured his other wrist.

“Move your wrists for me, and make sure it’s not too tight.” He did as I asked without saying a word, but from the way his eyes were closing as he rotated his wrists, I didn’t think he had any complaints about being tied up.

Good to know.

Using my tongue, teeth, and lips, I made a wet trail as I explored his body. When I reached his pants, I quickly worked them down his hips. I needed him naked and writhing beneath me. His cries as I impaled him with my cock instead of my knife would be the balm I needed to soothe my corrupt soul.

I bit his exposed hip and smiled at the way his body jerked. My palms ran up his sides until I reached his hips, and then I held them down so he couldn’t squirm or move as I made my way down first one leg and then the other, ignoring his leaking cock that was begging for attention.

“Such a good little bird,” I praised as I licked a stripe up his twitching cock that was weeping almost as much as he was.

“Fuuuck, baby, please. I need you.” My heart soared as I made soothing noises, and my hands caressed his heated skin. It was a novel idea, wanting someone to feel pleasure—to be the one to bring someone pleasure—rather than pain. Truth be told, I was usually rather indifferent to their pain as well.

Killing was just an itch that needed to be scratched.

But bringing Aiden pleasure was a mission I wanted to pursue for the rest of my life.

My lips wrapped around him as I took him into my mouth, and if my hands hadn’t been on his hips, he surely would have thrust himself right into the back of my throat. I let out a chuckle at his eagerness that made him whimper and shiver. While working his cock, I reached over to grab the lube and rubbed some on my fingers before I reached down and teased his entrance.

“Shit! Fuck!” Aiden shouted, his eyes glassy and wide as he stared at me, his wrists tugged on their bindings as he struggled. He wasn’t one to force my movements when I was giving him a blowjob, but from the way he liked to fist my hair or clasp his hands around my neck, I think it was grounding for him. But now, with his hands bound, he was being denied that.

It made me smile. It was a reminder to both of us as to who was in control, even though we both knew it was always me. This was the closest I’d ever been to having him trussed up like prey since that night. My eyes shut at the memory, but I tried to shove it away. I didn’t want to think about how I’d wanted to kill my little bird. Instead, I wanted to concentrate on making him fly higher than ever before.

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