Page 5 of The Black Lotus
He swats my hand, the knife still gripped tight in my palm. “I’d love to see you try. Plus, when I propose, it would be after we kill everyone coming after us.”
Shoving him onto his back, I crawl over his lap, straddling him with a vicious grin. “Those killers are not ready for the fox and his vixen.” I lean down, a hair's breadth away from kissing him. He closes his eyes, and I nip at his lip before pressing the blade against his throat. He tries to move, but I hold his chest down.
“Careful, vixen, you’re going to start something I will have to finish.”
I shake my head slowly, a small smile lifting my cheeks. “Not this time, fox, any small movement, and your blood will be glistening on my new gift.”
He chuckles, dark and menacing. My stomach drops, but I’m his vixen for a reason, and that haunting sound won’t scare me from trying to put fear into him.
“I didn’t get you that to use on me, although, I wouldn’t be opposed. I know how much you love watching us bleed.”
Leaning down, my blade still tight against his throat, I whisper in his ear, feeling his growing erection with every move I make. “I do love watching the red seep out of you.” I lean back up, bringing my knife with me and admiring my reflection in the steel. “Why did you gift me this beautiful blade then? If not for us to play together.”
He surges up, leaning on his hands and invading my space. “I wanted to turn a bad memory into a good one.” My eyebrows pinch together, my mouth parting slightly, the playful energy surrounding us dissipating with those words.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Aster scoops me into his arms and places us on the chaise. He looks down at his hands, bracing to relive a memory I can tell he’d rather forget.
“The day my parents were taken was the day they got me a knife. A knife, to this day, I use to end all my little lambs'. I was supposed to use it for the first time that night, on my victim that got away, the one, I have since realized, I base all my lambs on.”
My hands cover my mouth, the realization of why all of his victims look similar to me sinks in.Has he been looking for her this whole time, and settled on look-a-likes until he finds her? Does he still want to finish what he started so long ago?If he does find her, will our time together end?My heart aches at the thought, and his voice brings me out of my downward spiral of what ifs.
He tells me of the night everything changed, of the parting words his mother left him. Words that shaped the rest of his future. Words that brought us together. In a way, I should be thanking his mother for the role she played in our story, but I won’t. She doesn’t deserve the air she breathes for risking our lives over something so petty.
I drop the knife, grabbing his face with both hands and planting a kiss softly on his trembling lips. “Thank you,” I whisper, “I love it, and I promise to bathe the blade red with the blood of our enemies.”
He kisses me back. “I can’t wait to see what you’re really capable of.”
“You think you’re a monster? You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I get off the chaise, leaning down to peck his lips, and head out the door, towards our house, hoping to be chased and punished. Before my foot passes the threshold, I’m yanked back, pulled into Aster's chest with his strong arms banding around me.
He breathes in my scent. “I’m not done with you yet, little vixen.”
My heart pounds as I look up, meeting his darkened gaze and feeling his erection against me. I squirm against his hold, but it’s no use. I’m his captive and he is my captor.
“What else do you have planned?” I whisper.
He spins me around, my chest colliding with his, our breathing picking up. “I want to hear you scream. I need to see you bleed.”
I try to run out of his arms, I try to hide my excited grin, but he watches the gears turning in my head as soon as the words leave his mouth. He picks me up, ignoring my punches, kicks and jabs, throwing me over his shoulder and clamping a heavy arm across my thighs before swatting my ass. Hard. All plans of escape vanish in a second. I try to wiggle out of his arms, but hishold is tight. We walk back into my new torture chamber, and he places me on the table, my core clenching around nothing knowing I’m truly his little lamb. My eyes trace his path across my space, watching him close us in as darkness threatens to overtake us.
Knowing I can’t escape, because he has yet to teach me how to open it from the inside, I am truly trapped. I make myself comfy on the cold steel as I await my punishment. Excitement thrumming through my veins. Even though I didn’t get the chase I wanted, I know he’s going to make me scream, and that thought alone has my pussy aching.
He grabs a belt hanging on a row of hooks by the door, dangling it in the air as he saunters back, teasing me and placing the worn leather next to me.
He walks over to the workbench, opening the top drawer I know is filled with all different types of knives and selects his favorite. I stay still, awaiting my fate with eager anticipation. I don’t even try to run, knowing damn well he would catch me.
“Time to bleed, little vixen,” he says, closing the drawer.
Fuck me.
THREE
SERENA
The last, and first, time he brought me pleasure with a knife, I was blindfolded. This time I’m not. I can see him stare down at my fully clothed body, deciding what he wants to do. My nipples pebble at his hungry eyes. The way he’s staring at me feels like I’m a deer caught in the middle of a field and he’s a ferocious lion waiting to devour me. I wish he would just rip my clothes off already, instead of standing there waiting for the perfect moment. Stalling the inevitable is making me crave him even more. But this game of cat and mouse is too fun to end. So I slowly close my legs, giving him no access to what he craves.
