Page 65 of Seek Me Darling

The door opens with a soft click and Rule steps inside, his gaze sliding from Seanna's naked form beneath the sheet to where I sit brooding in the armchair. He scoffs lightly at the sight of me before moving to set a tray of food on the bedside table. One of his many attempts to worm his way into her good graces. As if pastries and coffee could make her forget she's our captive.

He shifts closer to the bed, looming over her. I don't need to see his face to know the obsessive hunger that must be written there, a perfect mirror to the dark need clawing at my own chest. We are both so utterly consumed by her.

He retrieves something from his tactical pants pocket. A moment later, Seanna's limp body jerks slightly as he sprays a sedative. He then pulls out a compact field kit and strips off his gloves before lifting her limp arm. His fingertips press and probe at the delicate skin there, searching for something.

"She doesn't have an implant," I inform him with a sigh, rising from my seat. "I checked her medical records. She had a bad reaction when she got one with her sister. It's rare, but it happens."

Rule tilts his head at me questioningly. "Then what does she have?"

"Get the bigger kit," I instruct as I step up to the bed.

As he retrieves a larger pouch of medical supplies from the hall, I approach the bed, drinking in the sight of Seanna laid out before me. I peel the sheet back fully, baring her to my greedy eyes.Fuck, she's perfect. Exquisite.My cock is already hardening again at the mere sight of her, the memory of her tight walls gripping me.

I part her thighs just as Rule returns, both of us more than competent to perform basic medical tasks thanks to our training. But this is no simple exam.

No, this is pure indulgence. She'll never even know what I'm about to do to her in this vulnerable state. The thought makes me throb.

Reaching into the medical kit, I remove the necessary tools, laying them out neatly beside her. Her body is completely relaxed, pliant thanks to the sedative. It will make this process much easier.

I work swiftly but carefully, and before long I hold up the IUD, studying it clinically. “It actually expired two months ago. The reminders in her calendar all mysteriously disappeared… such a shame."

Rule chuckles darkly, knowingly. "Lucky timing for us then."

"Indeed." I drop the IUD into a biohazard bag and seal it, tossing it aside. My attention is already back on Seanna, drinking in the sight of her splayed out and utterly vulnerable.

"Think she has any idea how tempting she is like this?" Rule muses, his voice thick with hunger as he looms over her.

"No," I reply evenly, stripping off the gloves. "But she will soon enough."

A small trickle of blood seeps out from between her folds, evidence of what we have done. The sight is too tempting–I can't resist. Lifting my mask just enough, I lower my head and slowly drag my tongue through her entrance, lapping at her. The taste of us together mingled with blood is divine, intoxicating.

Groaning softly, I continue eating at her pussy, tongue delving deep to capture every last drop. It's wrong, I know it is, but I can't stop myself. This is the very essence of my obsession–wanting every part of her.

I only stop when the bleeding does, sitting back and readjusting my mask with a satisfied hum.

Rule watches me knowingly, his own arousal clear in the way he shifts. "Should we tell her what you did? That her body is completely unprotected now?"

I consider it for a moment, tracing a fingertip along her hipbone possessively. "No. The revelation will be all the sweeter when it comes."

"Fuck, you're twisted," Rule laughs, shaking his head. But there's no judgment in his tone, only dark amusement and shared understanding.

"And you're not?" I counter with a smirk he can't see. "We're cut from the same cloth,Rule. Denying it is pointless."

Rule inclines his head in acknowledgment. "True enough." He slides a hand up Seanna's thigh, squeezing firmly. "It’s so tempting to take her like this. She admitted to me she fantasizes about it, being taken in her sleep. But, I suppose we should let her sleep off the procedure."

"For now," I agree, fighting the urge to touch her again. To sink into her warmth and lose myself completely. "But when she wakes, the real fun begins."

We share a loaded glance, the air crackling with anticipation and barely restrained obsession. Our little storm has no idea what's in store for her. But she will.

Oh, she will.

Reluctantly, I pull the sheet back over Seanna's naked form, covering temptation from sight if not from mind. Rule steps back as well, though I can practically feel the hunger rolling off him in waves.

Before we leave, I take a present for her out of my pocket—a black link necklace with an R at each end. I slip it gently over her head, adjusting the length precisely before attaching a small padlock partway between the R’s, securing it with a matching little key. One end rests at her throat while the other comes down between her breasts.

I pause to admire the way it sits against her skin. Black on pale, delicate but unmistakably binding. A collar in every way but name.

This isn’t just ornamentation.

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