“But a good blowjob can’t replace killing.” He drops my chin.
“We can do more,” I rush out. “Play, role play.” I fumble over my words. I’ve captured his attention. The intense focus he’s giving me is overwhelming.
“What type of roleplay?” His fingers wrap around my wrists. “What sort of things are you thinking about letting me do to you, Sophie?”
“Chasing me,” I rasp. “Catching me.” He pulls my hands lower, forcing my palms on his cock. I can feel his excitement.
“And what do I do with you once I catch you?”
“Oral is fine, and hands,” I say. He keeps my palms pressed to his warm length, making me feel his growing excitement as I talk. “With force.”
“I see,” he rasps.
My phone rings, disrupting our conversation. I already know who it is because I’ve been ignoring their calls all week. It’s either my mother or my aunt.
How do I tell them I’m married to a murderer?
“You should get that. It might be a patient.” Soren drops my hands.
“It’s not,” I sigh.
“Even so. Get the call. I need a moment to think.”
I get up, striding towards my phone on the kitchen counter. It’s my aunt. I’m just going to keep avoiding telling them anything until it’s necessary.
“Your mother knows you got married,” is the first thing from her mouth.
“Shit.”
“I’m warning you because I’m a good aunt.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, looking around the corner to see Soren still sitting on the couch.
“Sophie,” she says, bringing me back to the conversation.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll call soon and explain.”
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Forgot what?” I ask. Cold dread builds in my belly as I remember. “Shit, we need to reschedule. A lot’s been going on.”
“It’s too late for that. The whole family is coming now. Your mother is pissed.”
“No, no, no.” I look around the corner again at Soren. “You can’t come here,” I whisper.
“You should have answered your phone last week, then.”
“Ithasto be canceled.”
“Not happening,” she says.
“I'll go there. I’ll get on a plane tonight.”
“No, you won't. See you soon, my favorite niece!” The phone goes dead.
“Who was that?” I jump. Soren is right behind me.
“No one.” I shove the phone in my pocket. How am I going to hide him from my family and my family from him?
