I should have known he would find this place. There was nothing anyone could keep from Azrael, it was fucking irritating. “What do you want?” I asked, heading to my fridge.
“It’s regarding the meeting about the tantalizing woman you’ve decided to tie yourself too.”
“A debt is a debt,” I said tightly, grabbing a water from the fridge. All I wanted to do was fuck Olivia into oblivion. Dealing with my psychotic younger brother was not in the cards for today.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he hummed. “The Delepski’s are in the country, just thought you should know that the sharks, they are circling, and they smell blood. So if you want your pretty little rose to keep her bleeding heart, you should pick a side and quit playing games. The longer you play, the moresuspicious it seems. So either tell them you’ve traded the debt for a Claim or make the choice you need to make.”
My eyes hardened. Of course, he knew. Godfuckingdammit. Nobody knew how he did it, but he managed to do it every goddamn time.
I took a swig of my drink, our eyes locked. “Using her as bait won’t guarantee her lungs keep working.”
“Ah, but it certainly guarantees the deaths of the pathetic Delepski family. I’m not here to give you advice, I’m here to warn you.”
My brows pulled together at that, little bells in my head going off at his sudden presence here, nearly nine days after the meeting took place. “Warn me? You don’t warn people, you disappear and come back with problems.”
“Let’s just say I’m tired of the predictability of this.” His eyes flicked to the door, his smile widening, and he found me again. “Three times is the charm is what I always say. We’ll see if this pans out like the others. By Beckett’s reaction, I would say so.”
My anger grew. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Riddles upon riddles upon riddles. Have fun,” he sang, heading back for the door. “Consider fucking her to death this time around, dear boy, it’s always fun feeling their life drift from their souls while your dick is 11-inches deep in their crying pussy.” He eyed me. “9.”
I snarled. “Get the fuck out of my house!”
He chuckled, opening the door. “It’s better than the alternative. Which is bound to happen sooner or later. Like I said, three times is the charm.”
I stormed over, slamming the door in his face. Fucking psychotic prick. I didn’t have the time nor the patience to decrypt his fucking puzzles. God, I hated it when he did that.
Olivia would be fine. If I had to dismember 1,000 bodies, a million, I’d do it to keep her safe.
That’s the kind of power she had over me. And while part of me hated that, another part of me, probably the most sadistic part of all, would gladly take her place on that wall if she ordered me to do it.
I locked the door behind Azrael and headed back into my room, shutting and locking that door too.
The wax was completely melted, and I was done waiting.
I set my water down and picked up the warm bowl of melted wax, turning to my blooming little flower. Azrael had one thing right, I suppose. She was a prickling rose, and she was opening up just for me.
I tossed my mask onto the bed and walked up to her. “Time to wake up, baby,” I purred, and slowly started pouring that hot wax all over her chest.
She hissed, jerking awake, immediately thrashing against the restraints only to slow when she realized who was standing before her.
Her eyes immediately turned black, a soft groan escaping her throat as her body reacted to the hot wax swimming over her perky tits. “Fuck,” she tried to say, her eyes hooded.
I pulled the bowl back, studying the way her body heaved at the pain, the way her pussy clenched and her toes curled. Fuck, she was a goddamn masterpiece.
She tried to swallow her saliva as her head fell back against the chair, her eyes lifting to her tied wrists and then falling to her legs. She shifted a little, her eyes finding mine, waiting and willing, accepting her fate as I had presented it to her.
I gave her a small smile and returned the bowl back to where it belonged, picking up a floral printed leather paddle instead. I wasn’t lying when I told her that I wanted to explore. That I wanted to find everything and anything in this world that made her wet. I wanted to find everything that made that pussy tick, and I wanted to use it against her in the best and worst possibleways. Perhaps give her some more inspiration for those ‘secret’ books of hers.
I turned back to her, watching as her body shivered in anticipation, the wax already solidifying. “It’s not all about being punished for being such a bad girl. That’s something you need to learn, pup. Sometimes…” I walked up to her, trailing the edge of that paddle across her inner thigh. “Sometimes you get rewarded too.”
I lifted the paddle and brought it down sharply right over that ‘E’.
She gasped, arching back against the pain.
“Today I saw you control the only thing you could,” I told her, bringing it down again, closer to her pussy this time. “Your anger. I know how hard that is, controlling something you wish you could just unleash on this world,” I went on, bringing it down again. “You’ve swallowed it for too long, but today? Today I saw real potential.”
I stepped up between her legs and slid the end of that paddle under her chin, lifting it, her beautiful eyes filled with lust, with need. “You were born for this world, a world you can thrive in if the right pieces of you are watered and forced to grow. Are you ready to grow, Olivia?” I hummed. “Are you ready to be rewarded?”
