I bit my lip. “I…I… What are you doing here?”
“This is my house.”
Right. That made sense. “Um, about this morning. I was bored and decided to go for a ride. I didn’t realize the bike would take me places. Nice bike, by the way.”
“Of all the places in the world you could’ve gone, you went to my house. I’m dying to know how that happened.”
“The bike took me here. It seems to be programmed to fly to specific places, which, by the way, is brilliant.”
Mayhem nodded, and his gaze lowered down and between my legs. I hadn’t found any underwear, so I slipped into a purple silk nightgown and then into the comfy bed. A low growl erupted in the room. It wasn’t threatening, more like a purr. Mayhem was a horny beast. If it wasn’t for him and people like Maurice, I’d be having beers with Mike and counting our nightly earnings, not whoring myself to save my life.
I spread my legs an inch more. My pussy must be moist, and it must smell of arousal, because Mayhem turned up his nose and his growling took on a raspier tone.
He snuck a hand under the sheets. “You tempt me like no other.”
“You started it.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Touch it. Make it more wet.” His biceps moved as he ran a hand down his middle. I presumed he was still dressed since his kilt wasn’t anywhere in the room. I slipped my hand between my legs and dipped my finger inside. I moved it in and out and watched the orange of his eyes pale to yellow. “Remove the shoulder straps.” I snuck a thumb over one, then the other. The silk fluttered over my breasts and hovered on my nipples. “More.”
With one flick of my finger, the silk dropped about my waist.
Mayhem’s breath hitched.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this sexy. How unfortunate for both of us that one of us would die. I moved my hand over my breast and cupped the full weight while pumping my finger.
“You’re not shy,” he muttered and jerked himself under the covers.
“Nah,” I said. “I’m over it.”
“You’re very beautiful, and you are also mine.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Master,” he corrected.
“Do you want to taste me again?”
“Did you enjoy it last time?”
“Oh yes.”
He smirked and tapped the bed. “Come here.”
When I went to him and lay down, I cupped his strong jaw. I didn’t want to kill this beautiful creature. The memory of him would stay with me forever. The heat in his eyes and the way he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world wouldn’t go away. I knew it wouldn’t.
Sometimes we crossed paths with beautiful people.
Sometimes we forgot them.
Other times we remembered what made them beautiful. It had nothing to do with looks; it had everything to do with how they made us feel.
Mike made me feel wanted. A girl with no parents.
Mayhem made me feel wanted, but not in the same way. Around him, my body came alive.
His hand stroked my ass, and I turned around and let him explore. Mayhem didn’t hesitate. He kissed the nape of my neck and trailed his hand over my ass and between my legs. He dipped a finger inside my pussy, and it stretched my walls, so I moaned, pushing back against the intrusion. A thumb touched my small hole.
I tensed.
He kissed the back of my neck, and I shivered.
“You offered it to me, but you’re scared. I smell fear. It excites me. Why did you offer it if you’re afraid?”
“I don’t know,” I lied. I wanted him relaxed, sated, and happy, not questioning my intentions.
“You like me,” he said. “You like me, but you hate that I bought you.” I nodded. “I did buy you, and you are mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He bit my shoulder. Oy! At first, he growled only a bit, but then he clamped down more and pierced my skin. I gritted my teeth but let him bite. My heart rate sped up, and I couldn’t even say anything. I let him growl and snarl in hopes my timid response would calm him, not challenge him. When he didn’t let up, I snuck my hand behind us and found his hip. I tapped around the area looking for his knife while his teeth drove deeper into my soft flesh.
Got it. Slowly, I gripped the handle even though I knew I could barely move my arm to strike.
Mayhem lifted his head.
My hand on the knife froze.
His tongue swept over the wounds. “You are yummy everywhere. Let go of the knife, I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s a small mark to remind you of your master.” He tucked the knife into the holder, took my hand, and guided it over my pussy. He moved our hands, rubbing my clit while gently kissing my cheek, sneaking his nose into my hair and inhaling loudly.