Cracking my knuckles, I lowered myself to the chair set before the foot of the bed, where I had an eyeful of my girl’s delectable body.
Tonight, she was dressed like a bloody bride. A white veil with a glittering tiara, white corset mini dress, white sheer stockings, white stiletto heels, and speckles of fake blood covering her ensemble from top to bottom. She looked both innocent and unholy.
Although she feigned sleep on her back, a slight tension radiating through her frame let me know that she was aware I was here and ready to play our game.
I relaxed into my chair and grabbed the crystal decanter on the table next to me, pouring two fingers of Irish whiskey into a tumbler. I smirked when I noticed Ella shifting in the sheets like she was ‘waking’ up.
“Did you sleep well, my bloody bride?” I rasped, leaning forward with my elbows perched on my knees, my drink cradled in my hand.
Ella yelped, her eyes finding mine in the dark. “Oh my God!”
“Is that a yes?” I chuckled darkly before taking a sip of my whiskey. “Or a no?”
She didn’t answer at first, licking her lips nervously—excitedly—as her eyes roved over my silhouette.
I was in a black suit, black gloves, black shoes, and black ski mask. The only parts of me visible were my eyes, my lips, and the knife I twirled between my fingers.
“W-Why am I here?” The chains rattled as she tried to break free, kicking her legs and arms in every direction, causing the silk sheets beneath her to susurrate and the hemline of her already short dress to ride up so high…I saw a peek of that delicious pussy, barely covered by her joke of a lace thong, already wet. “Let me go!”
I unbuttoned my suit jacket and leaned back in the chair, my pointer finger tapping against the armrest in time with her laboured breathing. “You know why you’re here,Ximena.”
She shivered at the way I said her middle name. “I…I think I recognize you. From the Halloween party.”
I nodded slowly, deliberately not saying a word.
“You…” Her eyes trekked down to the noticeable bulge in my pants. “You were watching me. When I was drinking and dancing with my friends.”
We’d gone to a club for a Halloween party. That’s where our fantasy began. As Ella danced and laughed with her friends, I’d stayed in the shadows, watching her like an obsessed stalker. She pretended to shoot me bashful glances and smiles, blushing innocently when my eyes never wavered from her form.
Every single minute had helped build the anticipation so when I ‘kidnapped’ her and brought her to my cabin, we’d fall effortlessly into our game.
“Did you like it?” I asked huskily. “Having my undivided attention all to yourself?”
Her thighs clenched in response like that needy pussy was already primed and ready for a few rounds of hardcore fucking. “No.”
I tutted, finishing my drink. “Little liar. I’ll make you eat yourwords before you know it.”
The chains rattled again and Ella released a half whine, half growl as she exerted more force to free herself. “Please let me go! I haven’t done anything to you!”
“Mm, but you have.” I stood up and tilted my head, watching her calculatingly. “All night long, you’veprovokedme with your come-hither smiles and your flirtatious glances. You made me insane with want and now you’re going to be punished for your sins, Ximena.”
Ella’s chest heaved and down with her inhales and exhales. Her little tits were practically bursting out of her corseted bodice and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her brown nipples—licking, sucking, tugging until she was a wanton, writhing mess beneath me. “Who are you?”
I climbed onto the bed with the grace of a predator, relishing the way she trembled as I loomed above, my hands and knees caging either side of her body. She was caught in the lion’s den and her body language told me she lived for the thrill of it, despite the mock fear expression she tried to adopt.
Lowering my face, I soaked in the way her eyes darkened when I brought my lips just an inch over hers, my minty breath caressing her.
“My name’s Killian,” I rasped. “Kill, if you prefer.” I dragged my mouth to her ear. “Also known as the man who’s going to ruin you for anyone else.”
Ella pretended to freeze, but I saw the undertone of excitement in her expression.
“Has anyone ever told you”—I trailed a finger across her lips, smearing some of her red lipstick—“that you have the most beautiful gaze in the world?”
She nodded, acting afraid of my interest in her. “Y-Yes.”
“I’ve done my research on you, Ximena,” I said softly and mapped my finger to her pulse, beating fast for me. “Spoiledheiress with a bad shopping habit. Marketing major at Vesta University. Loves lollipops, knitting, and anything orange. And my favourite? Ex-captain of the cheerleading team in high school. How am I doing so far?”
“Get away from me!” Ella squirmed under my touch. “Have you been stalking me this whole time?”
