Page 65 of Of Desire And Deception

“That sounds like a challenge, Remington.” I grinned, letting my crazy show. There was no reason to hide anything from her, and it was freeing. “One I’ll enjoy winning.”

“Your victory will be hollow because I despise you,” she growled like an angry kitten.

I inhaled deeply and groaned when I caught a whiff of her scent. “You smell of desire and deception, goldilocks. You may want to despise me. You may even hate me right now. But somewhere inside, you know you belong to me, and I am every bit as enslaved to you. We will be together until we take our final breaths, and I will fuck you and fill you full of my come.”

“You’re fucking delusional,” Remington raged. Her cheeks flushed, and I could sense her lies. Always with the lies. I’d punish her until she never withheld a single thought from me again.

I thrust my hand into my jeans and withdrew the tiny scrap of metal that had been inside her mere days ago. I held it in front of her face, watching horror overtake her features as she realized what it was. “It’s amazing that something so small was all that was standing between me and your uterus.”

“You’re lying.” Remington’s voice wavered. I watched her eyes, practically able to see her mind trying to work out what had happened. Had she bled after? Did she have any hint of what I'd done?

“No, that’s you,” I snickered. “I’m being completely serious when I tell you I will plant my seed so far in you it will take, and your belly will swell with my child. You’ll never leave me.”

“I’ll escape and get rid of it,” she threatened smugly.

My lips twitched. Part humor, part anger that she would destroy what we would make. “You’ll never escape. And if you did, no doctor would dare take what’s mine. I would disembowel any who tried and let that hang on your conscience when I found you. Because I would find you, Remington.”

“Something is wrong with you,” she choked out, tears running down her face.

“Very little is right with me,” I said somberly, turning away. “Except having you here. This is the most right this cruel world has felt.”

I left Remington in her corner while I showered and changed, then returned to clean the blood from her body. I set the little container I’d warmed on a tray, lining the fabric strips next to it.

“Spread your legs for me, goldilocks,” I said calmly.

She took one look at the wax and shook her head. “Not a chance. You’ll have to make me because I won’t help you.”

“I can do that, but it will hurt you more than me.” I set the tray next to the bed and found more restraints, deftly avoiding her kicks as I crawled between her legs. She screeched when I captured first one ankle, then the other, and attached the chains to other hooks in the wall until her legs were spread wide so I could see that wet pussy. “Poor little goldilocks. I’m already proving you wrong. Fighting me turns you the fuck on.”

“Because I’m thinking of wrapping my thighs around your head,” she said with false sweetness. It still did something to me below the belt. Her lips tipped up defiantly. “And strangling you.”

“Funny, I recall you were the one who loved when I wrapped my fist around your throat,” I taunted, retrieving the waxing supplies. I dipped a flat wooden stick into the sticky substance, twirling it to let it cool slightly. I wanted it hot, but not hot enough to damage her.

“Fuck!” Remington tried to pull away when I applied the wax in a long, thin strip. “You’re going to burn my pussy lips off!”

“Don’t be dramatic,” I chastised, laying the fabric on top of the wax and firmly stroking. She shifted her hips at the near-intimate touch. “Take a breath for me and let it out.”

I ripped the strip of hair from her body, leaving a smooth patch of skin in its wake.

“Shit! Damn you, Cosimo!” she cursed me, rattling the chains that held her helpless. “You’re supposed to buy a girl a drink first.”

I chuckled at her humor, viewing it as progress. She could rant at me all she wanted. It meant she was still interested enough to engage. I worked my way around her mons, taking her nonstop verbal lashing until even that tight little pucker was smooth. I ran my fingers over the supple, puffy red skin, and Remington shivered. Her pussy dripped onto my fingers, and I held them up, parting them so she could see what I’d done to her.

“Don’t lie and tell me you didn’t love it.” I sucked my fingers clean, moaning as her sweet and tangy taste filled my mouth. “Fuck, you taste like sunshine and sin. If you’re good, I’ll help you shower when I’m done cleaning up my mess.”

“You’re just going to leave me here?” she asked, affronted. “I can’t even feel my feet now. I guess you don’t think I’ll need those in the future.”

“We need to work on your tendency to exaggerate, Remington.” Still, I freed her feet and lengthened the chains leading to the cuffs on her wrists, guiding her to lie on the pillow. She gave a little sigh when I tucked the covers around her shoulders. “Take a rest. I’ll be done soon.”

“Please, take your time,” she murmured.

I huffed out a laugh and leaned down to brush a kiss across her lips, wanting one more moment of closeness. Remington didn’t seem as inclined. She bit me, and I tasted my own blood before returning the favor. She whimpered, but I heard the hint of pleasure as I sucked, pulling her flavor to my tongue. Her eyes were half-lidded when I pulled away.

I brushed my thumb over the marks I’d left, and she tried to nip at me, smirking when I grunted as she grazed my flesh. Remington Black was my inevitable end, like a beautiful, deadly berry. Every taste of her was devastating. I’d gladly sacrifice myself to her if it meant being with her forever.

Smiling, I bopped her nose and backed away as she growled adorably. “Poisonous creatures come in such pretty packages.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

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