Page 29 of Tethered Souls
“No. Your bedroom is downstairs.”
She blinks.
“But I expect you to be in my room every night. Do not make me search for you. Now get out, Micha.”
Her eyes speak of killing me, but her voice is ever so polite when she says, “Yes,dear.”
She gets out, grabs the bag at her feet, and slams the car door shut. I’m out before she can cross the hood of the car. I push her against it, bending her back over the metal, and she stares up at me with wide eyes that are quick to narrow into slits.
“Get off –”
She starts to push me, but I grab her hands and pin them over her head. One palm wraps around both her wrists. The other fishes around an outer pocket of my jacket, and I pull out the black balisong inside it. Diving my hand beneath her dress, I press the metal of the knife between her pussy lips.
She jerks, her legs lifting a bit off the car as she tries to scoot back, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
I push the end of the balisong inside her. “You will learn to be a lady,” I say. “Or you will learn to be a slave who only ever sees the inside of her bedroom.”
Leaning down, I bite the side of her neck, right over the hickey I gave her in the woods. My cock hardens as she turns her head as if to stop me, and I want to let her go and order her to run. So she can get out her frustrations as she flees into the trees surrounding our home before she falls onto her back and spreads her legs so I can get out mine.
But my time is limited.
And she needs to learn her place.
Sliding the folded over handle far inside her, I catch her earlobe between my teeth. “For slamming the car door, the knife’s to stay inside you until I get home.”
I release her ear and look down at her. My finger runs between her pussy lips and rests on her clit. It’s hard and wet beneath my pad, and I rub it slowly. She glares at me, but her lips grow slack, and a hot breath escapes her pretty little mouth. My eyes dip to her lips before flicking back up. “I’m not a forgiving man, Micha. Do not test me.”
Straightening, I head back for the driver’s seat. She stays leaning against the hood, but when I reverse, she jumps up and turns to face me. Her dress falls back to her knees. Her middle finger twitches at her side.
My lips flick upwards. So much fire.
Then they flatten as I turn the car around.
“Don’t hurt her again,” Khalid says as he appears in the front seat, coming out of the shadow he shifted into to crawl up here. My annoyance flairs even though I knew this was coming as soon as we were alone. A reaper must be neutral in all things, and Khalid is...except when it comes to things like this.
We might be brothers. He might be my bodyguard, but I am not ignorant enough to believe that he would not strike against me if he thought I was hurting my girl.
My girl...
My jaw tics as I relax the suddenly tight grip I have on the wheel. I try not to think about the fact that I told her I like burgers. Who the fuck even says that? Everyone likes burgers. Even vegans with their fake meat and cauliflower and beans.“I like burgers,”is something you say to a girl you want to like you when you don’t know what the fuck to say.
“I like burgers.”
Fucking hel.
All I need is for the sex to be good.
And it is. My dick’s hard from having pushed that knife into her cum-soaked pussy. I don’t need anything else from her. Not the loyalty she gives so easily to Dayne. Not the willingness to nearly kill herself to save him. Not the smile, the light tilt of her tone even as she said his name in utter surprise and horror at being caught with my dick inside her.
My fingers flex across the wheel. “It was her decision,” I say. “And she isn’t my girl.”
“She’s to be your wife.”
“Chosen by Mother.”
“Accepted by you.” He turns to me, his face flat, his eyes hard. “To be the mother of your children.”
And that is the fucking problem. The leather of the wheel feels damp beneath my skin. Skin that itches and burns and is desperate to move. To slam into a punching bag. To dodge the slash of a knife, adrenaline demanding my attention rather than this fucking silence.
