Page 87 of Goddess of Mayhem

“You’re welcome,” I mumble.

When I hear his door slam shut I hop off the counter and dump the remaining contents of the bottle down the drain, smiling to myself.

After twenty minutes of waiting for him to feel the effects of the sleeping meds I slipped him, I sneak into his room and sure enough the fucker is sound asleep. I giggle and nearly skip to the bed, handcuffs jingling as they dangle from my hands.

Liam drank more than I expected him too, and I didn’t put enough in the bottle to kill him, but he’s already too far under to wake up from the few sounds I’m making.

He’s lying on his back and softly snores with his hands over his bare chest. A light sheen of sweat blankets his skin. The man has been keeping himself busy by making sure a fire is always going and with this small cabin it’s fucking hot. He only has on a pair of boxer briefs, and I nearly bounce in excitement.

I have too much energy built up and have had entirely too much time thinking about how I’m going to fuck with him since being here. I’m supposed to be protecting him, but who says a girl can’t have fun too?

I drop three of the four sets of handcuffs I brought with me onto the bed, removing one arm from his chest and securing it to the headboard, then repeating with the other. I don’t stretch his arms uncomfortably so he can sleep off the remainder of the sleeping medication I put in the whiskey.

I want him awake to enjoy what I have planned to do to him, but immobilized enough so he can’t fight me control.

Once satisfied with his arms I move to his legs, tightening the handcuffs around his ankles enough to be comfortable for now, yet effective for my purpose. He shifts slightly, resting his head on his bicep and I walk over to him.

“We’re going to have so much fun, Officer,” I whisper while running my lips along his.

“Malia…” he breathes in his sleep. My body stiffens hoping that his icy blues begin to peer up at me through heavy lids, but they don’t.

Hell knows I don’t have the patience for most things, and as slightly disappointed as I am that he’s not awake yet. I know we have a few hours before I can take what I want from him. What he’s taken from me.

I LAY ON THE couch picking my fingernails with my dagger. It’s been three hours since I bound Liam to the bed and what little patience I’ve mustered is depleting quickly.

A rattling noise sounds from the bedroom along with some curses and I smile to myself.

“Malia!” I hear Liam yell from his room, and I jump up, sheathing my dagger and walk to the first-floor bedroom.

The sun hasn’t begun to rise yet, it’s still early in the morning. Candles flicker and illuminate the log style room in an eerie glow. Liam stops struggling against his binds when I push the door open and step across the threshold.

“My, my,” I purr. “What a precarious situation we’ve found ourselves in.”

Liam narrows his eyes on me as I slowly walk closer, tilting my head enjoying the look of panic that he tries to mask on his beautiful face. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession, something I’m used to seeing before I torture someone and they don’t know what to expect from me.

My hands run along his bare legs, my eyes taking notice of the hard outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.

I smirk. “Someone’s a morning riser. Good to know.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he grinds out through clenched teeth. “You fucking drugged me!”

I smile, peeling my eyes away from his dick and staring at him through my lashes. I lick my lips, swallowing the saliva that’s gathered in my mouth seeing him like this.

I remove my hands from his body and unsheathe my dagger, giggling when his body stiffens. His breathing picks up, no longer trying to hide the fear of what I might do to him.

Tracing the tip of my blade along his thigh, I listen to the sound of his breathing fill the room until my blade meets the hem of his boxers.

“Remember when you handcuffed me to that table in the interrogation room and fucked me?” It’s rhetorical, of course he does. I watch as his brows pull together and he begins to understand what I’m doing.

He tests his bound hands and yanks on them, I move the tip of my blade to his length, and he stills. There’s fear, but he’s still hard. I smile up at him and move the blade one last time to shred his boxer briefs with practiced ease. I crawl onto the bed straddling him, leaning forward, and stabbing my dagger into the headboard just above his head.

My now free hands reach out and tighten each set of handcuffs, cinching them one extra click to ensure he feels pain. If he fights his binds the metal will tear his skin and if he trashes his head, he risks the knife.

Liam’s eyes glance around, and I tilt my head, watching his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows.

This will be the first time I can explore his body properly. Make him watch me as I take from him as he took from me. Use his body like he has used mine.

“Malia, please,” he rasps out. I smile and sit up, letting my covered pussy grind against his cock. “Fuck!”

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