Page 36 of Bloody Quarter

“You did.” I pointed in the direction of Jon’s final screams. “You said if anyone touched me, and I allowed it, you’d kill us both. I don’t know how the fuck you wanted me to push that guy or anyone else away, with my wrists and ankles tied and ball shoved in my mouth.” I was fuming and went for anger to hide my out-of-control fear.

“No, I said if you welcomed it and wanted it. Now, lie down.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t know who I’d done wrong when I was born, but whoever it was, hated me. Sliding back on the coffin, I lay down and sucked in a sharp breath as my back hit the cold stone. While I stared up at the dark ceiling, the chain around my waist dug in like a spiked collar around my neck. He locked the cuffs around my ankles into place first before forcing me to lift my arms above my head. I was once more wholly incapacitated. My pulse was so high it would’ve concerned any doctor as I tried to keep the panic at bay.

I watched as Greyson walked over to the knife he’d set aside, and the trembling started as I pictured him cutting off body parts. Instead of the dismembering I imagined, he pulled on the thin strap of the bikini bottoms I was still wearing and sliced it. He did the other side, and I gasped as he pulled out the vibrating toy he’d left in me all night.

After Jon was escorted out, Greyson continued to edge me until we left the bar. I was allowed to use the bathroom—while he watched—and drink a bottle of electrolytes before I was cuffed up once again. Then he’d driven to the cemetery and shackled me in his crypt while he left to collect the drunk from the bar. I couldn’t even say what time it was anymore. An hour could’ve passed or a whole day.

When he slipped the vibrator into his mouth and groaned while sucking it off, I couldn’t look away. His eyes remained locked on mine. “You fucking taste like perfection wrapped in terror, Doll.” I shivered as he placed the vibrator down beside me.

He crawled up onto the coffin, and the thump, thump, thump of my heart pounded the inside of my chest. My stomach twisted into knots, but I couldn’t deny the excitement also coursing through my body. It wasn’t right that one person could cause so much chaos in another. My eyes were locked on his as he lowered his head between my legs. The first flick of his tongue teased me and sent a stab of pleasure through my body. It shouldn’t even be possible after the hours on his X, but he managed to make my blood sing.

I’d been so sure that the devil had come and claimed me long ago, but I was wrong. He’d only just found me, and I was going to regret the bite of the apple as much as Eve had.

Greyson

“You fucking taste like perfection wrapped in terror, Doll,” I said, loving how she opened her mouth to scream as I sucked on her swollen clit, but no sound passed between her lips. Every part of Alora’s body was edged to the point of pain. With pleasure that strong, it was hard to tell the difference between them. “Mmm.”

My tongue swirled in circles as I pulled the climax up from inside her body. I wanted her to come in my mouth, and I wasn’t getting off of this coffin until she screamed and thrashed as I drank her down. The cut on my hand left a trickling of blood on the inside of her thigh. I licked it up and then continued my assault, the metallic taste tingling as it mingled with Alora’s sweet flavor. She never lost that intoxicating cinnamon scent.

“Greyson…I…I can’t take anymore,” she said, but her hips pressed up harder into my mouth.

“Then come for me, Doll.” Sucking hard on her clit, her ass lifted off the coffin, and I cupped her cheeks, not letting her wiggle around.

Alora yanked on the chains as she yelled and came. I’d never tasted anything as sweet and licked every drop before crawling up her lax body. Her head lolled to the side, and I watched as her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. Gripping Alora’s jaw, I turned her face to mine, and pride filled me as I stared at her glassy-eyed expression.

“Good girl,” I cooed softly. “Now, you need to make a choice.” She licked her lips, the wariness returning to her eyes. “I told you that if you tried to run, I’d make someone you cared about pay for your sin. But I’m going to give you a choice.” I smirked at her and loved how she searched my face as if looking for any sign that I might be joking or could be reasoned with before locking on my eyes once more.

“What kind of choice?”

“I can hunt down Miss Harper, your friend Rex from the shelter, or pay a visit to Mr. Molisano and bring you back a body part. I don’t know which yet. Could be as small as a finger, an ear, all the way up to a whole foot.” She swallowed. “Or you hand yourself over to me right now.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I get to fuck you right here, right now. I’m going to make you bleed for your transgression. But….” I held up my finger in front of her face. “I won’t cut off any body parts or kill you. Tick-tock, time to choose.”

I knew her answer, but she needed to say the words. Willingly handing herself over to me as payment, she would learn who pulled the strings on her heart, mind, and body from now on. She was my doll—my marionette—and I would make her dance, but her agreement to it was so much more delicious.

“You know what I’m going to say,” she said, calling me out. I cocked a brow at her as I shrugged. “I’ll take the punishment. Don’t hurt them.”

“Do you really think that fucking me is going to be punishment?”

“I think anything that worms you further into my mind is extremely dangerous. So yes, it’s a punishment. But you already knew that, too, or you wouldn’t have made it part of the deal. You don’t need to fuck me or anyone badly enough to make that part of an ultimatum.”

When it came to her, that was debatable, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “So, your final answer is the second choice.”

“Yes, do it. Do whatever you want to me.”

I whistled low as I stood and unzipped my pants. Alora was annoyed with me, but she still watched my hand as I pulled out my cock and stroked it for her. The desire was in her eyes even if she fought to say the words.

“I wouldn’t tell me to do whatever I want.”

She sighed and glanced up at my face. “Would I really be able to stop you?”

Smirking, I grabbed my knife and hopped back up on the coffin between her thighs. She swallowed hard, but she clenched her jaw and stared into my eyes. She clearly wanted to call me every swear word in the book, but she valued those she cared about and was willing to sacrifice herself for them. Alora was much braver than she gave herself credit for.

“No, you wouldn’t. But don’t freely give anything of yourself away like that. Everyone, including myself, needs to work for it. With that said, if any other man ever touches you…well, you now know I’m very serious.” Settling between her legs, I teased her as I flexed my ass and rubbed my cock against her.