“Are you finished?” he asked.
I nodded again, and he helped me out of my chair, steady and deliberate.
“All day,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine,“your scent has been driving me wild.”
My fingers curled into his T-shirt.
“It’s time to plug that leak,” he whispered against my ear.
Bouda snorted with laughter.He has a way with words.
I can’t believe he’s leaving dirty dishes behind, I said as he took my hand and led me down the hallway.
Even as he kicked the bedroom door open, all I could think about was how he hadn’t hesitated when I asked him to rescue the victims lined up to be shipped away. It was rare for me to ask him for anything, because he would usually use it as a bargaining chip.
Something had shifted between us, and we were standing on a new playing field.
It was a thought I’d have to explore another time.
When his mouth wasn’t plastered to my pussy.
Chapter 55
Blaidd
I stuffed a pillow beneath her belly and slid off the bed. The urge to load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen reached its peak. I tugged the covers over her shoulder and went downstairs. Everything was exactly as we’d left it. I started at the table and worked my way into the kitchen.
She hadn’t left much of a mess. It was nothing like the horrendous chaos she’d leave at Caer Virel. Once everything was loaded into the dishwasher, I ran a heated wash.
I needed a cigarette, so I decided to join Hanson in the garage.
His wrists were bleeding from slouching against the restraints. I grabbed a knife and cut the rope. His eyes were swollen and bloodied; I couldn’t tell if he was conscious or not. I lit a cigarette and sat on the metal stool, nudging one of the circular tree trunks his foot was nailed to.
His whimper made me smile.
“It’s your hands tomorrow, if I can find the right type of wood,” I said, blowing smoke over him.
“Those nasty fucking hands that touched my woman,” I snarled, kicking the other wooden block as the image of him grabbing Lielit and drugging her surfaced again.
His screams of pain made me feel slightly better.
I want his last breath, Fenrir hissed, pacing at the thought of killing him.
The arsehole is going to stain my floor, I complained when I noticed the two dark circles spreading beneath the wood.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“I’m sorry,” I echoed flatly.“Did you think I’d let you live?”
Silence followed as I finished my cigarette, flicking ash onto him every so often.
“Have you ever been in love?” I asked.
“W-what?” he stammered.
“Probably not,” I sighed, leaning forward to stub the cigarette out on his foot.
Monsters needed to feel first.
