At that, the monster returns.
His eyes narrow, and I feel a bone in his jaw move as he glares at me. “Confess?” He asks the question with a sickly sweet tone.
I pull down his bottom lip. “You don’t like that? Is it church?” My heart races as I put the puzzle together, or try to. “Your parents. Are they religious?”
He says nothing.
Seconds tick by.
I don’t speak again.
Then, showing just how fast he is, his fingers circle my wrist bones and he jerks my hand away but he doesn’t let go.
This is the part of him I want to see.
Thisis the version of Sylvan Connor that might have murdered four people.
Right winger. Young star. Charming player.Serial killer.
“If you want my lips around your cock, Captain, just ask. I’ll gladly get on my knees for you.”
My stomach blooms with heat and I don’t look away from him.
“But if you want to talk about my past life, you’re going to need to hurt me first.”
I glance at his bare fingers and wonder over the black leather gloves he usually wears and I feel something unexpected. Anger, and it isn’t toward him.
“Who made you hide?” I snarl.
His chest rises and falls hard beneath his sweater, and that vein in his throat pulses.
But he says nothing.
I want to push. I want toknow.Both of them feel like mine to protect. But I know how it feels to be on the edge, one breath away from snapping.
“Tell me,” I say quietly, working to keep my tone even, “you won’t hurt her.”
His fingers tighten around my wrist. His grip is strong, and although I have more muscle between us, I know our fight would be brutal.
His nostrils flare from that thin nose, and he says, staring right up at me, “She’s never been in danger.”
My heart races.
I keep myself in check, but only just.
“What do you mean by that?”
A small smile forms on those beautiful lips. “I’ll never hurt you either, Darling.” His words are practically a purr, and my cock grows harder at his tone. As if he knows, he releases my wrist, then drags his palm along my erection, over my pants.
I suck in a breath and groan, dropping my head back and giving in to the sensation. I want so much more, but I only run my fingers through his hair and pull, letting his hand be enough.
Surprising me, I feel something hot along my cock and when my gaze snaps open, his mouth runs along the outline of me, his gorgeous eyes staring up into mine as he grips my thigh in one hand.
“Never,” he says against my erection. “I’ll never hurt either of you. So don’t ask me any more questions, baby.”
Baby.
Fuck.
