“Thank you, Sir.”
I kiss him. I like kissing him. He’s a good kisser.
And I love snuggling with him, too. We snuggle before going to sleep at night while I hold his collar and ask him questions.
Probably not a coincidence I haven’t had a single fucking nightmare in a couple of days.
Chapter Fourteen
By the next morning, I’m ready to take the next step with him. Now that I’ve spent this time with Eddie, getting to know him inside and out—literally—I know one thing for certain.
Eddie ismine.
I’m not just fucking around, either. He doesn’t get a choice in the matter. Eddie has proven he’s absolute shit at making relationship decisions, so I’m going to take that right out of his hands.
He’s the perfect partner for me. He craves the darkest parts of my soul and wants me because of them. I don’t have to hold back with him in any way.
I don’t have to spin a web of lies for him to hide my history.
I don’t have to be ashamed of who I am, and I can help him learn not to be ashamed of who he is, either.
My kit’s in the living room. I dig through it and find what I’m looking for, then snag a bottle of rubbing alcohol, too. From the kitchen I grab the vodka I’d meant to enjoy upon my return to Paris after completing this job. A little celebration.
Thisisa celebration of sorts, though.
Will be, anyway.
I take my time heading up the stairs, my cock already thickening knowing that Eddie’s listening for me and waiting for me.
His cock’s probably getting hard, too.
I pause outside the bedroom doorway and take a couple of deep breaths to try to slow my pulse. I feel like a bridegroom on his wedding night.
Although Eddie and I damned sure aren’t virgins.
That evil woman took his virginity and then poisoned his soul to the point he didn’t know where he ended and she began, or what it was he wanted and needed.
Not really.
All I can do for him is fill in the blanks and be a steady anchor for him. For the first time in his life, he’ll have someone to lean on without fear of discovery, and without worrying what anyone thinks.
Anyone who isn’t me, I mean. Because I will firmly plant myself as the center of his universe, and his orbit shall forever be tied to me from this point forward.
I look at the knife in my hand. It’s sharp enough to shave with. Literally.
Let’s see if it’s sharp enough to carve that last festering remnant of that fucking evil bitch from his soul.
I unlock the door and, sure enough, Eddie’s already on the bed, hands and knees, ass up and head down.
I step inside and close the door behind me. “Good boy,” I softly coo. My cock twitches at the visible ripple of gooseflesh that sweeps over him as his cock jerks.
Walking over to the bedside table, I set down the bottle of rubbing alcohol and the bottle of vodka. “Look at me,” I softly say.
He does, his eyes widening when he spots the knife. To his credit, while the chain rattles a little, he doesn’t move, doesn’t pull away.
I set it on the bed next to him and reach for my belt, his gaze now cycling between my hands and the knife. It’s a wicked one, too. A sharp stiletto that can kill.
I should know—it has.
