Page 27 of Taming Seraphine

“Fuck,” he groans. “A-alright. You can stay, but only if you take that knife off my cock.”

“You first.” I nod toward the gun.

He enables the safety and sets it down on the bed.

“Throw it.”

With a growl, he tosses it off the mattress, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. “Your turn.”

When I put aside the second knife, he closes his eyes and sighs his relief. “You really need to do something about your castration kink.”

“Are you making fun of me?” I growl.

“Believe me, angel, nothing about you holding a blade to my cock is funny. Now, please, take that knife off my throat before you puncture something.”

I pull back the blade so it’s no longer touching his skin. Blood trickles down his neck, and it takes every instinct not to lean down and lick it clean.

“Can I really stay?” I ask.

He nods. “But there will be no more knives. Understood?”

My heart thuds so loudly that its vibrations fill my ears. Is he really giving in or is he playing along until it’s time to make his move?

“I asked you a question, Seraphine,” he says, his voice stern. “And I expect an answer.”

“Yes,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

He flicks his head toward the dagger. “Put it down.”

I pull it away, not releasing my grip.

Leroi smiles, but it’s more like a grimace. “Good girl.”

“You’re still going to help me after what I did?”

“Seraphine,” he says with a sigh. “When I pulled you out of that basement, you became my responsibility. I’ll do everything I can to help you, but you need to trust me. Can you do that?”

Leroi looks me full in the face, his gaze steady. Everything from his body language to his words are consistent. He means exactly what he says… for now. My throat tightens. He could have shot me, but he threw away his gun to prove himself trustworthy.

“Can you trust me?” he asks again.

I nod.

“Alright,” he says, his voice so gentle I could cry. “Now, get off the bed and get dressed. After getting you seen by a doctor, we’ll go to breakfast, and I’ll talk you through the leads I gathered last night.”

I scramble off the mattress, my feet hitting the floor. Leroi smiles and nods, but I can’t take my eyes off the thick erection pushing up the sheets. My fingers twitch with an urge to pull off the sheet so I can get a better look, but he follows my gaze and glances away.

“Go.”

His voice is so commanding that I bolt out of the room, my heart thundering just as rapidly as the pulse between my legs.

This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing.

I want to do it again.

TEN

LEROI

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