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That isn't going to help me. Knox isn't the one pulling my strings. There is only one way to be free, and that is to take Edward off his throne.

“There is more,” I sigh.

“In the morning. I promise I'm not going anywhere tonight. You will have your chance to talk when you are fully awake in the morning.”

With Caeo's promise taking my mind off the only thing that worries me, my weary body can drag me back into the nothingness of sleep.

Chapter twenty-seven

Caeo

Nicoisstillherewhen I wake, exactly as he was when I fell asleep. He fits so nicely in my arms like this, my hot bodied demon. He barely moved in the night, which I'm sure was a combination of the drugs and the rope around his wrists and ankles.

I had him bound and unconscious once before, and I told him that he had to choose to stay, that if he left then that was it. I didn’t mean one fucked up shopping spree and it was all over. He clearly didn't think that either, but the murder and maiming has to stop.

He always sounds so desperate to be loved, I'm certain that is all he needs. Not to be loved, because Porter, Knox and I already do love him in our own ways. But he needs to feel loved. I'm not sure how to make a psychopath feel loved but I'm going to devote the next four days to trying.

"Wake up Nico. It's morning."

And thank fuck I have the kind of boss who can schedule me off work for the next few days.

"Can we just stay like this forever?" My sleepy boy gives a yawn.

"I'm hungry, aren't you?"

"I have a sausage you can eat."

"No. We're getting up." I climb from the bed and abandon him to visit the bathroom. Then I pick him up and stand him in front of the toilet. "Go on then."

"Not can I point; my hands are tied."

I believed him last time when his hands were behind his back, but I didn't make that mistake this time.

"Help me, Daddy," he wails.

If I don't, this stubborn little mule will probably wet himself just to spite me. Well, I can be stubborn too.

I drop his pants to his ankles and point him at the bowl. When he is done, I carry him, as is, back to the bed and dump him on the mattress. I still have some of the nappies we played with, and it seems the perfect punishment.

"There," I grin smugly after trapping him in the soft material.

"The willie should go down." He matches my smugness.

"You are right but making that thing go down is your department."

"I'd like it to be yours," he confesses.

How can I ever hope to dominate and control this demon when he melts me with that vulnerability.

“Neither of us are leaving the house for the next few days while we work this out.”

Four days keeping this boy tied up and helpless so I can beat and fuck the demon out of him.

I know he wants this as much as I do. I know he needs it more. But a part of me is still reluctant.

“I don't know how to get you safely down the stairs. If you wriggle-”

“Carry me, Daddy.” Nico giggles at me. “I'll be a good boy.”

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