Page 83 of The Syphon King

Her gasp burned him almost as much as the longing in those sky colored windows.

“What I want from you will be...dangerous,” he said, still whispering.

She barely nodded, wetting her pretty lips. “Teach me, Zo,” she said softly. “I want to touch you more than anything in all the world.”

Her confession along with the pet name caused blood to pulse ruthlessly in his cock. “I will need to be restrained.”

Her brows drew together in concern and every bit of him salivated to taste it, know it.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” Her little tongue wet her lips, the innocent gesture playing very dirty tricks on him.

She was right, he was sure. And the nano-bots in his blood were under constant surveillance. “Even still...I must bind myself so that I am unable to touch you.”

Pain gradually furrowed her brows. “Bad things happen when you touch me,” she gasped, eyes glowing with tears as she nodded.

She knew. How long had she known this?

None of it mattered now.

“What...do you want me to do?” Her chin quivered with a tiny nod while hunger burned in her glittering gaze.

“Whatever you want to do, Zeen. I will beyours to do with as you wish.”

Electricity sizzled as potent desire turned her face into a silky dream. “I...have many ideas I think about.”

His cock ached against the tight denim as he watched her delectable mouth. “Tell me all of them Zeen.”

She barely shook her head. “You...need to...”

“You want to tell me when I’m bound?”

She gave a small nod, too shy to look at him. She was going to burn him alive when she performed all her ideas on him because he would surely require it.

“Do you truly want to answer these needs you’ve waken in me, Zeen?” he needed to double check.

She nodded quickly. “So much.”

He considered where he would allow her to safely crucify him. Definitely his bed. “I will obtain everything required.”

He stood next to her and stroked her head with his hand, letting his fingers glide over her cheek. Her darkness flooded him till he had to close his eyes while her erratic breaths burned through his fears. It made way for a hungry determination to take every bit of the defiling presence. To open every inch of her.

He’d inform his brothers to keep an eye out. But not Vex. He’d go with Lore thistime. If he had to work his way through all his brothers, he would. If he had to die each time he cleansed her, he would.

That was easy. It was living without every bit of her that was impossible. A most unholy and malevolent death.

Bishop couldn’t take his eyes from the Quantum King. None of them could. He wanted to snap a photo of him and send it to Beth who’d salivated to come along. As did all the wives. He couldn’t wrap his head around him. He’d created many things but never once knew to even imagine in such a direction. It was comical to see all heads aimed in laps, no doubt the Creole Kings engaged in the same hot text-discussion about the freaky real looking dude sitting next to Nidev at the head of the table. And Dr. Harlow seemed way too young to be that caliber of genius but when it came to those things, age was an irrelevant number. It was more shocking that he was good looking. The other doctor restored balance with his quirky, nerdy mannerisms and odd accent.

Bishop looked down when his phone buzzed as Nidev began official introductions.Pinch me.

Seer. He chuckled and glanced at him on his left, his serious-as-fuck mug making his text funnier.

I’m sure you’ve seen angels more impressive than this?Bishop texted back.

Seer read with a low chuckle and quiet, “Indeed.”

He tuned in as Nidev introduced him and his brothers. Impressive how he remembered every damn detail while Bishop lived with them all his life and still forgot shit. Probably one of his gifts.

Bishop’s phone vibrated and he looked down.I wonder what I’d see if I touched him.

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