Page 27 of Blood Spilled
“You don't move unless I tell you,” I say after pulling my mouth off him in between pants.
His bottom lip slips between his teeth as he reaches for my head, pushing it back down to his crotch. “Says who?”
I lift my head, slapping his hand away. Crawling my way up his body, I click my jaw. “Says your master. Now be a good little mouse, and do as I say. Don’t …” I shove his shoulders back against the mattress. “Fucking.” I press my forehead to his until his eyes have nowhere else to look, but mine. “Move.”
His breath increases and the heat in his eyes intensifies. “You may have to catch me first.”
Before I can question him, he shoves hard against my chest. I'm so caught off guard by his actions, I fall easily beside him.Before I can grab him, he hops off the bed, his green eyes burning a hole right through me before he takes off down the hall.
“I think I like this game,” I shout from behind him. My shoes hit the ground hard when I roll off the bed. I slowly walk through the hallway whistling. “I wonder where my little mouse could be.” The further I walk, the darker the house becomes. I flip on each switch along the walls, not seeing any sign of Santiago. “Has my mouse not left any crumbs behind for me to find?”
I shove open each door I come across and my heart beats faster the more empty rooms I find. There is one place left for me to look and when I push back the floral shower curtain there is nothing there. I laugh to myself, shaking my head for being so stupid. He’d stayed as long as he did to fuck with me one last time, playing me at my own game. I release a long sigh, running my hand through my hair walking through the house suddenly feeling the cold air hit my body.
“Giving up so easily?”
I smile at the sound of that voice, still unable to find the person it belongs to when I glance around me.
“As quiet as a mouse.”
Laughter comes from downstairs and I walk down the steps, following it. “I'm only trying to stay true to my new name, Master.”
I run closer to where I hear the soft sounds of his voice, following the creaking wood in the living room. “Aha!” I jump from behind the wall and still no one is there.
“You aren't very good at this game.”
I spin around to face a smiling Santiago with tousled hair and bruised lips. He's a complete mess, with smoke covered skin and dark circles around his eyes, but he is the most gorgeous sight I've ever laid my eyes on. This is him surrendering himself to me,allowing me to catch him in his most vulnerable state. This is me nearly dropping to my knees for the man I’d once said I hated.
I reach for him as if he is some illusion that may vanish if I don't touch him. He presses his cheek into my hand. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
My lips hover over his, enjoying the warmth of his breath. “Yes, and so much more.”
I was always able to hold back from temptation and repress my emotions, but the more I'm around Santiago, the more control I lose … over everything. For once, letting go doesn't feel so wrong and for once, letting myself lose felt like winning. The only thing that feels wrong is holding back from the man standing in front of me.
Twenty-one
Santiago
I practically melt into his touch, something I hadn't allowed myself to do with anyone in a long time. I can't explain the energy running between us and how it has my body vibrating. It leaves my soul smiling.
I should hate this man for everything I've endured the whole time I’ve been here. Except all I want to do is thank him; thank him for freeing me from my father and myself. For a long time, I forgot who I was and I'd blocked out all the things that made me different from my father. I’d denied the things that kept my heart bleeding and led me to love. I did everything I could before to block out the hurt and pain. I did horrible things, much worse things than Angel did to me.
Sometimes our emotions get the better of us and so does our past pain. Sometimes it's so much to handle that we don't know what else to do with it except release it on others. Angel hadblamed me for many things for years and I’d spent most of my life blaming the whole damn world.
It was the world's fault I wasn't allowed to love a man freely, that I was my father's son, and why I’d lost everything I ever loved.
Fury ran through me when everything my father had sacrificed and all his lessons he taught me were all for nothing when he told me I was to marry Mateo—a man, when being with a man is what made him disgrace me to begin with.
It was different, because there was something for him to gain from it and my father didn't plan on allowing Mateo to live long.
Angel's warm hands cupping my ass cheeks pulls me from my memories. He was getting good at helping me forget things. His lips are heavenly on mine even when dried and cracked. I wrap my legs around his waist when he lifts me up in his arms.
“Now that you found what you were looking for, what do you plan to do with it?”
“So many things,” he whispers in my ear. “Both good and bad. All filthy.”
I close my eyes as he carries me further into the house. I assume we are heading back up the stairs to his room until he lays me out on a fur rug in front of the fireplace. His body covers mine, the combination of it and the warmth of the fire stops me from shivering. He kisses down my body, licking and sucking at my skin. He takes each of my nipples between his teeth, giving me both pain and pleasure all at once.
The sharpness of his teeth sinking into my skin has my back arching and mewls slipping from my lips. My cocks a jolting, leaking mess against his stomach. His tongue moves down the center of my pecs, swiping over my belly button and tracing my happy trail. He lifts my legs over his shoulders putting my hole on complete display. The way he sucks on his finger, soaking it with saliva before pressing it to my pucker has my holesqueezing with need. I've never had anyone inside me before, but I was eager to have all of him.
