Page 36 of Repossess My Heart

What turned off your eyes, sweetling?

“Oh, shit.” She gasps, scrambling away from the piles of limbs. She slips in the jellied blood as she gets to her feet. “Why the fuck would you put me there!?”

I just stare at her for a moment. Her brows are furrowed, her hands clenched. Sinfully full lips pulled into a tight line. She’s angry.

And her eyes are dead.

I point to the corner I had sat her in. “I put you here, you migrated.”

She straightens and my cock inflates fully from where it’d been at half-mast, watching her bloody and bruised flesh as she creaks to her full height a good head or two under me, five foot six and a half inches, to be exact. She winces as she gathers her hair in her hands. It’s thoroughly matted with blood. Her lips are curled back as she wraps it. Tucking it in so it’s piled loosely on top of her head.

Her eyes dip to my cock tented in my pants. “Now what?”

“Now… we regroup. Get to a safe house and rest. Tomorrow the real fun starts.”

Her eyebrows hike as she slowly gathers the scraps that made up the lingerie she wore. It’s in tatters, bits of red lace mixed in with this and that from the bodies. She gathers it all before shaking her head and dumping it back onto the ground in defeat. Her eyelids droop as she sways on her feet, my drone alerting me to a spike in her blood pressure.

She needs rest.

I scan the room quickly, finding a small bedside table that contains a deep plum colored silk robe. Reverie’s eyes drift open and closed as I tug it around her, securing the tie tighter than necessary. Everything she has to offer is for my eyes only. “Can you walk out sweetling?”

She nods, still leaning heavily on me. My tech acts again without my permission, snap shotting the visual of her leaned against my chest from the drone’s point of view, her body limp and soft in my arms. When I try to move her off me, she doesn’t respond, bringing a smirk to my lips. She groans softly as I palm her face, “Eyes open, it’s time to go.”

Reverie shakes her head trying to wake herself up as a small cry comes from the side of the room, where the blonde has been pretending to be asleep since I started fucking my sweetling, “You kept her alive?”

“Only so that you could watch me kill her, so that she could watch me fuck you.” I whisper, fanning my breath across her jaw. To my surprise she doesn’t advocate for the woman like she did the others. Not that it made a damn bit of difference. I don’t know if she’s simply given up, too tired or… she wants her dead. Which would explain the peculiar housemates she keeps. The last theory has my cock jerking as I stalk towards the woman, amazed she hasn’t bled out yet with some of her wounds being to the bone. The rest of them were a warning to my girl. This one… she’s agift.

I glance back, my steps faltering at the emotionless way Reverie has pinned the woman, locking her in a stalemate so strong she doesn’t even glance away as I near her. The woman’s sobs grow louder and louder, egging on my headache. I reach down, having decided while Reverie slept to strangle the woman when my sweetling huffs. Crossing her arms across her chest, hiding the scar I’d purposely left on display. It’s bad enough my number is covered.

“Problem sweetling?”

Her head snaps to her feet, to the only article of clothing she’s got on aside from the robe. “Do you have to touch her?” She bites out, her cheeks flaming with color.

My chest does another funny thing I’m chalking up to exhaustion as I turn stepping over the women and back to the wall, “I can appreciate Rager’s taste in blades,” I say half to myself, “Will a beheading sate your jealousy?”

“I’m not jealous.” She spits back, irritation waking her nicely.

“Reverie, I will not tolerate lies.” I don’t look at her directly, using the angled mirrors throughout the room to watch her instead. She shifts on her feet, her eyes trained on Rager's corpse.

Don’t look at him, look at me.

She looks at the floor instead and my hand tightens around the handle of the sword I’d grabbed from the wall, “If… if I’m yours for now, until you kill me, I don’t want you to go near other girls. I want you to be mine too, for now.” She chokes the words out like they hurt. My system noting my own racing heart, “I mean… don’t get me wrong, I still find you repulsive but for now… that’s my problem.”

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

For now.

I lean down, giving the bloody, sobbing girl a last look over before standing to my full height. “I can’t see it.”

“What?” Reverie asks, her voice as tense as I think I’ve heard it. I check the mirror for a change in her eyes and find none.

“Why you thought she could hold a candle to you.” I remark absently. “My soulless companion is right about one thing though,” I taunt the woman, “I couldn’t hurt a fly.” With that I lift my arm, bringing the blade down quickly severing her head from her neck. The sword thuds as I toss it on to her corpse, returning my attention to my sweetling. The way she’s looking at me makes me want to lower my eyes… and fuck her brains out.

I do neither.

“Ready?”

She swallows hard, strands of her hair shifting free as she nods.

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