He stays quiet as he makes his way into the living room and drops his backpack onto the coffee table. Unzipping it, heremoves the notebook that I gave him during my first visit to Carnage and a pencil.
Then he removes the laptop, and I sit up straighter, placing my feet on the floor. “Haidyn?—”
“I took the liberty of writing out an email for you.” He opens the laptop and spins it around so I can see he’s started a new email to the Lords.
“What?” I leap from the couch to grab the laptop, but he slams it shut, yanking it from the coffee table. “What the fuck, Haidyn?” I demand.
He places the laptop next to him on the opposite couch and smiles up at me. “Saint paid me a visit.”
I can’t help the smile, and his lips thin. “Guessing it didn’t go well.”
Leaning forward, he places his tatted elbows on his jean-clad thighs. “It went about how you wanted it to go. But it got me thinking…” Reaching up, he rubs his chin, and I notice he still hasn’t shaved. I like the facial hair. It makes him look more rugged. More threatening. And somehow, it’s a turn-on.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I say, rolling my eyes at his silence.
“Oh, the only thing I’m going to hurt is you, doll face.”
My pulse races at his threat because I know it’s not an empty one. “So...” I try to shrug it off, acting like I don’t care. “Go ahead and send the email. I don’t care.”
He stands, and I swallow nervously. “I think you do care. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have picked me last time you tried to quit.”
“You know that?” I whisper.
He gives a rough laugh. “I know everything, Annabelle.”
My teeth clench, and I look away from his intense stare.
“Do you think they’ll give you an option this time? Or do you think they’ll just take you in the middle of the night, strip you naked, and tie you to the Lords altar?” Walking around the coffee table, he comes to stand next to me. His hand slowly slides up my back before tangling in my hair.
I moan when he pulls my head back and forces me to look up at him, his free hand wrapping around my neck to hold me in place. His eyes search mine as he speaks. “As much as I’d love to see you tied to the altar, I don’t find the thought of you being someone else’s whore appealing.”
My breathing picks up, and my thighs tighten.
“But you tell me, doll face...do you want to be an offering for the Lords?”
“No.” I don’t even have to think about it, and he knows that. My father took me to the cathedral that night to make sure I had all the facts…saw all the angles that the Lords work. I knew the night I killed a woman and took my brand that there was no going back. I’m committed to this assignment, and I’ve come too far to let him give me up. The Lords most definitely won’t give me a second chance at picking him.
“So what are you going to do for me, Charlotte?”
“Whatever you want,” I answer breathlessly, knowing I’m at his mercy.
Smiling, he releases me. “Strip,” he commands, going back to his backpack.
I remove my sweatshirt and shorts along with my thong. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I stand naked, trying to calm my racing heart. He makes me nervous, and I hate that my palms are sweating.
“Turn around,” he demands, and I gladly give him my back, staring at the TV.
I feel his jeans against the back of my legs, and then he lifts something over my head. “Open wide, doll face.”
Licking my lips, I do as he says, and he shoves something hard and unforgiving into my mouth, resting them behind the back of my teeth on both top and bottom. I mumble nonsense as he jerks my head around, fastening it in place.
“On the floor. I want you on your knees and forearms, ass in the air.” He slaps my ass cheeks, and I jump at the lingering sting. The brand is still healing and sensitive.
Lowering myself to my living room floor, I get on my knees and forearms just like he said. Drool gathers in my mouth, and my jaw is already getting sore. I feel the cool air from the fan hitting my wet pussy, and I rock back and forth, knowing he’s about to fuck my ass.
I knew there would be consequences.I signed up for this when I stormed into Carnage to tattle. If the worst I get is an orgasm, then it was worth it.
He comes to crouch down in front of me and drops the notebook. He opens it to the front page, and I see it’s nothing but empty lines. He hasn’t been using it. I never expected him to. It was just something I saw when I was doing research on therapists.
