Page 41 of Repossess My Heart

“Never do that to me again.” I warn, fighting to keep my hand steady. He ignores me so I press the blade in, shrinking back when it nicks his flesh, releasing a steady stream of crimson. He nips at my clit again, a shit-eating smirk on his face as I let loose a guttural moan, forgetting the blade long enough for it to nick him a second time, this one deeper.

“I hate you. I hate you so much. You can’t-“ my words end in a scream as he sucks my throbbing bud into his mouth, forcing an orgasm from me. I’m writhing, grinding down onto his face like I couldn’t survive without him there. By the time the waves of pleasure ease, releasing his hold on me long enough to find the edge in my chest again, he’s turned his attention back to my throbbing core. Unbothered and secure even by his knife in my hand, he laps at my sex until it's clean before shifting away and crawling up between my legs. Face to face, without even the slightest hint of regret, no the asshole looks downright pleased with himself.

“Maybe I really will find someone else to kill me, I can’t trust-“ My words lodge in my throat. The blade I had still held limply in my hand clatters to the floor as his hand jerks my face to his.

The hold is bruising like it always is. His own beautiful face marred by anger, half crazed as he hovers over me, “Make so much of a step towards anyone that isn’t me and I’ll make sure you never die. Your life will be long, and every fucking minute filled with agony. And I’ll be there with you the whole time. Every day to clean you of blood, piss and shit so I can stuff my cock down your throat until it's raw and even your pretty little screams don’t have substance. Open your mouth, now.”

I glare up at him, my lips pressed closed in a firm line, but when he grinds down his daunting length pressing into my sex, a pathetic whimper leaves my throat unbidden. My heart is racing as my sex quivers, arousal already preparing me for him. No part of me wants to listen but my body, my need, doesn’t care. I open my mouth wide, pressing my core into his hardened length as if it’s my reward for compliance. I flinch as he spits, forcing my mouth closed so I have no choice but to taste myself. “Your pleasure, agony, life and death are all mine, Reverie. Above, help the world if you make me remind you of that again.”

My chest is heaving as he shoves off me, leaving me there panting and gripping the sheets. He’s gone too quickly, storming towards another room. “Get dressed!”

My eyes fall to his blood on my skin, my shaking fingers smearing it as his drone hovers close. I don’t stifle the moan that leaves me as I drag it down my body, circling bloody fingers around my clit before making the path back up. My legs pressed tightly together, warding off my own desire as I bring it to my mouth, letting the copper taste of him fill my senses.

Fuck, you’re the worst.

****

Despite my desire to further irritate him I cleaned myself and dressed quickly in clothes I didn’t recognize, surprised to find myself feeling… energized. Still mottled with bruises, cuts and scrapes, although they seem to be fading quicker than normal. The pains and aches are gone. I feel… better than I ever have. Whatever he’d injected me with did the job. Even so, a shudder travels up my spine. Egged on by CeCe’s tech and whatever bizarre warning it’s displaying. An itch under my skin that I’ve never been able to reach. A buzzing of… danger and unease. When Nine reemerges he’s in his full suit and he doesn’t speak to me.

Good.

I check myself over in the mirror, the silence in the room thick enough to cut. He’s brooding even more than usual. “Drone, are different clothes available, ones that would cover my body?” I ask, glaring at the black miniskirt in the mirror, at least grateful this one has shorts underneath it.

“Your clothing meets all of my owner’s requirements, exposed midriff, slutty-“

“Enough.” Nine finally pipes in, turning towards me, “Mask on sweetling, it’s time to move. The man we’re about to meet will be interested in you. Don’t make me kill him. He’s going to ask-“

“No. I’ll wait here.”

“You will not leave my side!” He snaps, on edge and it's polluting the surrounding air.

I cross my arms in front of me, matching his unseen scowl. “I’m not doing shit until you explain to me what’s going on.”

“Reverie, I don’t have time for this.” He growls, stalking towards me as I lift my chin defiantly, the scratch from hours ago already most of the way to healed.

When he stands before me, towering I don’t budge, settled firmly on the petulant child act. It’d be easier with air and layers of clothing between us. “Make time. I’m an unwilling participant in whatever master plan you have. I can’t be released from this fucking game of yours until it’s over. You can choose to either trust me now or I stop playing along.”

Wonderful orgasms be dammed.

His signature growl leaves him as he rips his helmet off his head. “I swear if you make me late to a murder-“

“Enough games!” I yell, closing what little distance there was between us. “You owe me after yesterday.” I compound my point by shoving a finger into his chest. It hurt my finger but I won’t show it.

His eyes are colder than usual, more Repo Man than he is Nine. He doesn’t look at me when he starts talking, his eyes hovering on the nine he carved into my stomach, and I’m grateful for it.

Of all the terrible words he’s spoken to me so far… I can’t imagine that there are much more jarring ones than this. “I’m not from here, I’m from Above.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

I press my lips into a tight line, running my tongue along the badly bitten bottom one.

“Mymom… the blue eyes I kept in the center of my display was a newscaster topside, a resident.” He huffs, “We had an amazing life until we didn’t. The name Sakamoto Isamu ring any bells for you?”

I breathe out, “Of course he’s a high-ranking resident Above. They teach everyone about the ones that rank, even I was, and I never had real schooling.”

The sound he makes in response is one that can only be described as pure contempt. “He’s my father.”

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