Page 58 of Sadist

I chuckled softly, my fingers circling her entrance.

“That’s better.”

I sunk one finger in, and she moaned softly, pushing back against me, and I bit her gently on the arse. “Be still.”

“I need…” She trailed off, gasping as I bent my finger and gently stroked her.

“No, Sweets,” I crooned, getting to my feet behind her. “You don’t get to come until I tell you to. Now be a good girl and bite the fucking pillow.”

Her groan was muffled as I slipped a second…then third finger into her, her walls contracting around me as I lightly passed the vibrator over her tortured clit, fucking her harder and harder with my fingers.

Her breath rasped, each one coming with a whimper of pleasure as I carefully added a fourth finger, working them into her before pressing the vibrator firmly against her.

“Now come for me, my love. Let me hear you.”

She did…instantly, clenching around my fingers so hard she popped one of my knuckles as she screamed, her whole bodygoing rigid beneath my hands. One orgasm rolled into the next as I dropped to my knees again and devoured her, needing to taste what I had just done to her with a groan of satisfaction.

Octavia relaxed, panting as I licked up the last of her arousal with my tongue, savoring her taste, and then she tried to move.

“Oh, no,” I murmured, getting up and kissing the small of her back before reaching for the dildo next to her. “You begged to come, Sweets. Now you will beg to stop coming.”

Stepping out of the building the next day with Octavia’s hand laced with mine was not how I had seen this going. I had carried her in over my shoulder, drugged and limp, thinking I had been the one to capture her, but she had ensnared me. All of me. Even the parts I had kept hidden at all costs. The world had cruelly shown me what love was, and I was unsure if I was ever going to be allowed to keep her.

Staying in the blind spots of the cameras, she slipped into the back of the Hummer Erryn had sent and settled down into the footwell where the camera wouldn’t see her as we left. We had dyed her hair in the early hours of the morning after we’d thoroughly sated each other, then had both fallen asleep on the floor of the shower after I helped her wash the dye out, relaxed under the steaming water, with her nestled in my arms.

We had changed her appearance to match the passport, added a few layers of clothes that had changed her shape slightly, and I had watched her morph into someone else as she changed her mannerisms into a sullen, unapproachable shell that would make anyone think twice before approaching her.

The drive to the airport had been quiet. She had climbed into the front seat once we were on the motorway, pulled my hand into her lap, and stayed silent for the trip.

It was leaving her a road out from the airport that had broken my heart.

The taxi I called to take her the final leg had arrived too soon, and I nearly pulled my gun on the driver when he called out for her to hurry. She had clung to me, and I had pressed her against the side of the car and kissed her long and gently, trying to memorize every curve of her lips against mine.

“Keep the documentation on you at all times,” I warned, handing her the bag I had packed with some essentials. “And get out of the airport the second you land. Turn on the phone I gave you once you are there, but don’t call out on it. That’s how I’ll contact you.”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

“Promise me you will come?”

“Once this is settled,” I said, tucking her hair back and thumbing away the tear that slid down her cheek. “You will be okay. I’ve made sure of it.”

She nodded, kissed me one last time, and drove away.

And fuck it had broken me. Because even though I hadn’t promised…I knew she would hate me when I didn’t come for her. And it wouldn’t be for lack of trying.

But Erryn was very good at her job. And utterly savage.

21

OCTAVIA

My heart was pounding as I handed the passport over to be scanned, waiting for the alarms to go off. Waiting for the ticket agent to look up and recognize me…forsomeoneto recognize me. A hand on my arm as someone said the name that had died in that explosion with an innocent woman who had deserved better.

It would lead me into an interrogation room, which would result in William realizing I was alive. And then I would be taken to the Vanguard estate and locked in another jail with the real monster.

I flexed my fingers in my pocket, trying to stop the shake in my hands as the bored-looking ticket agent peered at the screen.

“There’s been a bit of an issue with your seat, dear,” she said, peering at me over her glasses.

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