Page 21 of Bleed with Me

“But you would be free.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was furious, and his divine demeanor, combined with the madness reflected onhis face, sent shivers down my spine.

“And you’d be at the cemetery,” I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t want that.” I stood on my tiptoes, cupping his cheeks with my cold hands. “I want him.” I nodded toward the closed door, biting my lower lip. “I know it can work.”

“Or we will both end up at the cemetery,” Lucas groaned, covering my hands with his and removing them from his face. “What do you need me to do?”

One sentence, and the tears of pure love welled in my eyes. The massive boulder that gnawed at me was lifted from my chest in a millisecond. He would never leave me alone in this mess. Despite the risk, I could always count on him.

“I need you to become a wedding officiant.”

-14-

Dorian

They argued. I couldn’t hear the reason, but judging by their voices, it was intense. Too bad that little villain closed the door. I would gladly use their inconsistency in dealing with this situation against them. Still, it was only my assumption, and perhaps they argued about something else. One could never know with these psychos.

Adjusting my arms in restraints, I looked outside. The tall trees blocked the view, but I still detected the heavy clouds that were the omen of the storm, outside and inside. I expected the interrogation and torture to start at any moment since the guy showed up. The woman was a different story, though. There, I could push through. If she came without him, her obvious interest in me would quickly turn into a weapon. I just needed a chance.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched the trees sway in the wind. The fog clouding my brain finally lifted. My head still pounded, my mouth felt like sandpaper, and dehydration threatened to split my skull, but at least I could think again.

However, what lifted my mood even more than that was healthy, because obviously I should have been scared because the nutcases kidnapped me, was the gorgeous, very skilled villainess who fired me up like the devil who wished to burn me in my own flames.

My cock twitched, and the memory of her hot, wet mouth caused a wave of pleasure to wash over me. I had no idea if it was because of the remains of the drug cocktail in my veins or if I momentarily lost my common sense, but she made me feel like no woman had in years. I wasn’t the submissive type. I loved control in every aspect of my life, but this new situation opened the door to the room I was eager to explore.

I was never in a position where I had to follow orders, not at work, and surely not in my private life. The only person I ever took advice from was my father. I respected and loved my mother, and I would do anything for my brothers. My family was sacred to me, but anyone outside my tiny circle was an intruder. Yes, women were fun, and I enjoyed every second in their company, but that was pretty much it.

At work, I kept my distance from nurses and female doctors so I wouldn’t overstep boundaries. I treated them with respect and politely turned down every offer that landed on my table. They thought I was flirty and charming, and I supported the image with mischievous smiles and playful winks. But it never went beyond that. They were off-limits. Dad often reminded me not to mix work with pleasure, and it was one of the best things he taught me. The absolute best was throwing knives at moving, breathing targets. Fuck, I loved scaring Malin’s poor victims with blades flying around them.

Unwelcome sadness flooded my chest, and I quickly buried the memories of my dad where they belonged, in the back of my mind where I stored them for the deep dark nights when I needed to feel his presence. This wasn’t the time nor the place to submerge in the past. This was the moment to decide on my tactics if my captors chose to torture me. I had no idea what they wanted from me, but I wasn’t here because they thought I was handsome.

The sound of the door opening stirred me from my thoughts, and the new main female lead of my dreams walked in. She turned on the old lamp because the sun was almost set on the horizon, then moved toward the bed. She walked slowly, elegantly, with confidence and grace. Her chin was lifted, her shoulders straightened, and her plump lips curled in a bold smirk. The black leather outfit hugged her body in all the right places, instantly forcing images of her sucking my cock to flood my mind. She was the embodiment of the sex goddess, the ruler of my secret fantasies.

Fuck, how had I never discovered that I liked dominant women in bed?

Oh, yeah. I know. Women lay at my feet. Whatever I asked them to do, they happily did. No matter what kind of craziness we tried, they collaborated and fulfilled all my requirements. I loved control, and they let me command, manage, and even manipulate them as I pleased. But hell, this was an exciting change, and I was about to enjoy every single second of it.

“Are we free to continue where we left off, ma vilaine?” I asked, winking at her flirtatiously. My cock strained against my boxer briefs, open to any kind of fun with his new favorite female.

“You should rest, Dorian,” she lectured in a sweet voice, sitting beside me. The way my name rolled off her tongue, with sensuality and fascination, made my balls tingle. She placed her small gloved hand on my abdomen, her fingers playing with the button of my shirt. “We’ll have time to fool around later.”

“Why not fool around right now?” I teased, using her obvious desire for me against her. She wanted me, but for some reason, she held herself back. “You promised me a threesome.”

She raised her eyes from my abdomen, and I cast her my best innocent smile. I’d trained it in front of the mirror to perfection since I noticed the first hair growing on my upper lip. And complemented by the sexy, lustful look that made the girls lose their panties, I knew she couldn’t resist me. She couldn’t, not when she stared at me as if I were the main prize in a lottery.

“I did, didn’t I?” She smiled, her full lips making my cock throb with need in my suddenly tight pants.

The mystery of not knowing her identity, the restraints, and the gun on her hip were a deadly combination. Accompanied by her almost-worshipful touches and the fascinated gleam in her eyes every time she looked at me, she made me wonder if maybe this kidnapping had nothing to do with my family. What if it was about me?

All the alarms in my brain went off at once. She unbuttoned my shirt and exposed my tattooed torso, but I was miles away from her sinful tongue licking my chest. The idea that she was obsessed with me clouded my mind, and I started looking for more signs.

Why didn’t she interrogate me when I woke up?

Why didn’t she offer me something in exchange for freedom?

Why didn’t she contact my brothers about a ransom?

What the fuck?

I flinched when she squeezed my cock, my eyes slightly widening when I realized she had already gotten it out of my pants. Her dark gaze was set on me, piercing me with intensity that made my insides burn.