Page 38 of Enemy of the Heart

“In an interrogation room?” Sean’s gaze flickers between me and the tools on the shelves. I’d kill to learn what he’s thinking.

“We had some good times in the playpen, did we not?” I lean back, supporting my weight with one palm on the table.

“Lou, I—” I cut him off before he can give me some excuse that’s utter bollocks and continue.

“It’s a place to fuck, Sean, nothing more.”

However, where excitement and confidence flowed a few moments ago, concern oozes into my veins now. I was hoping that being in here would help him become reacquainted with the dark sadistic monster that lurks beneath his skin, but now I’m wondering if this was the right move. What if my eagerness to help him has only exacerbated his pain? Have I worsened a bleeding wound?

Perhaps I’ve just put a metaphorical gun to his head; I’ll have to wait and see if he chooses to pull the trigger. Regardless of my good intentions, he’s going to have to make some decisions in this room.

His chest expands with a deep breath as he scrutinizes me. “Only a place to fuck?”

I nod, and he approaches me with tentative steps. Reaching for his neck, I pull him down for a bruising kiss, our lips colliding like battleships in the night. My blood fills with fire and smoke as my tongue slips into his mouth.

My hands explore the mountain of his body like I’m looking to memorize the topography. Eventually, I land on his waistband of his shorts. Anxious to strip him both emotionally and physically bare, I hook my fingers into the band and yank. It’ll be nice to be the one to strip him of his clothes this way after all the times he did that to me. So good, in fact, that it gives me an idea, one that might be better than my original plan. Throwing caution to the wind, I pivot entirely.

I remove my grip from his shorts and leave them hanging around his waist. Instead, my palms find his bare, muscled chest. I push against him to create enough room between us for me to jump down. Our lips never untangle as I flip our positions, so his arse is pressed to the edge of the metal table now.

His one good arm wraps around my waist and presses my body against his. I can sense that he’s holding back, but he won’t be for long. Not if I have it my way. Who am I kidding? I always get what I want.

When I break the kiss, my lips curl into a mischievous grin that I can’t begin to contain. My fingertips graze down his torso, enjoying the feel of his rippled abdomen. His body is utterly insane.

“Stay,” I order lightly, my fingers falling from his form as I back away. He frowns, but does as I say like the well-behaved puppy he is.

Immediately going for the strips of reinforced nylon twine, I carry it back to Sean. I nod toward the table behind him. “Strip and lie down.”

He eyes the rope, my face, then the cord again. “Louhi.” My name on his lips is a low warning, a threat I don’t heed. He doesn’t scare me.

“Se-an,” I sing-song. “Show me that pretty cock of yours and get on the table.”

His chest expands, then deflates twice before he kicks off his sneakers and gets entirely naked. He doesn’t even complain when his body stretches out over the cold metal surface. This will be so fun.

“What are you going to do?” His eyes track the lengths of rope in my grasp as though they were live snakes.

Darling, the only one in this room that will bite is me.

Louhi

“Give me your wrist,” I command from behind his head.

His jaw flexes, but he lifts his one good arm. The other remains resting against his chest, still in its sling. I wrap the rope around the lower half of his forearm, careful of the raw places on his wrists from the shackles he must’ve had at the island.

Sean’s frame is far too large for the table, so his knees bend at the other end, his legs hanging off. His attention is locked on my every move, but he doesn’t say anything until I secure his ankles to the table legs. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Like I told you, we’re having some fun.” The binds I’ve made aren’t tight, but that’s the point. He can escape when he’s ready. Until then, he’s my toy.

I’ve stood on an edge much like Sean before, peering into the pit below where the starving demons wait to devour you. My brother pulled me back with the promise of power and violence. While my method is vastly different, the objective is the same. I just have to hope this works for him.

From between his legs, I smirk at the man at my mercy. Sean raises his head as I slide my hands up the inside of each thigh. I dip my head and wink before licking a hot, wet stripe from his balls to the tip of his half-hard cock. He sucks in a sharp breath.

I meet his gaze and wrap my hand around his shaft. Pumping it once, twice, three times, I adjust the tightness of my grip according to his breathing and facial expressions. His pupils blow wide as he watches me lean over his lap. I spit a long tendril of saliva onto his cock and use my hand and smear it around.

His moan is long and his back lifts off the table. I spit again and begin to work his dick like the world’s sexiest shake weight. Maintaining my manual rhythm, I suck his balls into my mouth, my tongue darting out to lap at the patch of skin beneath them.

“Ah, shit.”

My thumb slides over his tip that’s leaking pre-cum, and his hips buck. Fuck, I’m good at this.