Page 16 of Antihero
"Yeah? You want to come?"
"Mm-hm," she intones, a pleading noise.
Fuck. I take her hands and place them above her head, weighting my forearm on them to bring my mouth level with her cheek, and look down at her closed lids. Starting to thrust, I drag upward against her swollen clit. She lifts her hips to greet me, gasping out her pleasure. I feel her twitch around me and bring my hand from her hip to her chin, tilting her face up, but don’t kiss her. I only brush my lips against her open mouth.
She's close. She’d agree to anything right now. And I'm feeling cruel.
"Can I choke you?" I bite out, thrusting deep, holding, pulling out slowly to do it again.
At first, her eyes widen, then her answer is gasping out, "Yes, yes."
My grip closes around her throat, her neck long and thin, so my hand seems to nearly circle it. I press just slightly, and she jolts as that pushes her over the edge.
I ride her out through the orgasm, a violent, shaking thing that I want to feel the entirety of. The way her muscles spasm to grip me, the bucking her hips try to do as I weigh them down. But to my surprise and reluctance, her tightening pussy drags the climax I’ve been resisting. Her pleasure giving me no choice in the matter, as the sudden release hits me. Hot and thick, my release rushes from me, and I growl through it, my movements mere instinct with hot, primal need. Everything else falls away, the past and the future, so that all I want, or need, are these moments.
Then the intensity eases, and I'm inside her, my hand still around her throat, just a slight pressure now.
Paige lets out a trembling breath, blinking herself back to awareness, gaze lifting into my eyes. My bliss falls away as reality comes back, and I don't move. I don't pull out of her; I don’t take my hand off her throat.
In fact, I tighten my grip.
For a moment Paige looks confused, a slight line appearing between her brows, then her head lulls in my grip, and I see her consciousness flitter away as the blood cuts off to her brain. It would feel just like falling asleep, the pain mild enough to not realise immediately what’s happening.
By the time she does, it’s too late.
Chapter five
Iwatch her come back around.
Since her head lulled forward once I had her tied to the dining chair, I stayed by her side, keeping her chin lifted. I don’t want her to suffocate before I’ve had time to question her, after all. Her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, is so peaceful that I’m forced to look away. She’s not out for long, and when her breathing alters, I know she’s back with me.
I’d put my shirt on her before I secured her ankles to the legs, her hands bound behind the chair-back, then pulled my pants back on. Now, I sit on the rumpled bed, facing her, elbows balanced on my open knees.
The first moments as she opens her eyes are hard to watch. Confusion, recollection, fear. She pulls against the binds before she knows they’re there. Then her eyes land on me.
"John? Wha…" Her breath quickens, gaze flitting around. "What are you doing? What’s going on?"
The act won’t work on me. "I know," I say, my voice coming out dry, toneless.
Her feet, still clad in those smooth stockings, trace the cold floorboards as she tries to move. "Know? I-I don't understand. What… why? Are you going to hurt me?" she asks, in a small, wavering voice.
My jaw tightens. She’s faking, she has to be.
"The way you’ve hurt those others?" I make myself speak through the lump in my throat. Doubts creep in. Fuck, what am I really basing all this on? Her gasp and my hard dick. That’s it. Maybe I am fucking insane. "Wraith."
She frowns, searching my face, the colour leaving hers. "What?"
I feel my heart drop into my stomach.No. I’m not wrong, not about these things. "I killed Declan. It was me. I know you saw it happen…"
"Why… why are you telling me that?”
"…so, you may as well drop the act. You know I committed a murder, so I'd already have reason to kill you."
In silence, she stares back at me, maybe absorbing everything I’ve said since she woke up.
It’s not a total change. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. But something changes in her expression, and I know who I’m now looking at.
The Wraith.
