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Chapter Nine

Briar

I nviting him into my bed was probably a terrible idea, but I’m tired and I need to keep an eye on him. I put him back in his metal collar, then climbed beside him in bed. Part of me worried he would tell me to sleep on the couch, but he didn’t. He just turned onto his side and faced away from me.

Not that I’ll sleep. Being tired and being sleepy have two very different meanings in my world, and I’m the former, not the latter.

Lightning fills the room, and the loud crack of thunder follows closely after. Storms don’t frighten me the way they used to scare my mother, but the unexpected sound still makes me jump. And maybe I’m just a little scared.

Grey turns to face me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” I pull the blanket tighter around me.

“You don’t seem fine. I was almost asleep, but you keep getting jumpy every time it thunders.”

“No I don’t.”

His arm shoots out and goes over my midsection. I try to pull away as he tugs me closer to him.

“Stop fighting me, Briar. Just relax.”

So I do. I stop fighting and allow him to pull me against him. His breath falls on my neck, hot and heavy.

“Can you feel my heart beating against your back?”

I close my eyes and focus on the point where our skin connects, which makes me aware of the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt and I’ve traded my bulky sleep shirt for a thin cami. Our skin connects in other places as well. Places that make me a little too warm.

But then...I feel it. A gentle thump, thump, thump flutters against my spine, like a bird flapping its wings. His hand presses against my chest, and I realize he’s doing the same thing. He’s feeling my beating heart.

“Breathe with me, now,” he whispers. “Feel my breath and match it.”

His chest expands against my back, and I breathe in. When his chest recedes, I exhale.

“Just like that.” His gravelly whisper reaches through the darkness and caresses me.

As his palm splays over my chest, his fingertips brush against my left nipple. It wasn’t intentional, but that touch sends a shiver up my spine. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and my nipples harden to tight points. I’m sure he feels them because parts of him harden behind me.

I pretend to readjust. In reality, I want to push my ass against his girth and be sure I feel what I think I feel. Something thick and hard presses against me, and a moan sneaks out of my throat.

Embarrassment warms my cheeks, but that feeling fades when he presses on my shoulder until I’m on my back. He hovers above me, as much as the metal collar and its chain will allow, then lowers his face until his lips brush mine in a chaste kiss.

When the lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, I don’t jump. I’m too scared this moment will end if I do more than lie here and wait to see what he does next. We stand at a precipice. He’s about to jump or back away, and I don’t want to influence either reaction. If he wants me, I want him to take me.

But then I have my answer when his hand snakes up my shirt and finds my breast. He squeezes the flesh in his hand and deepens the kiss. My fingers hurry toward the nape of his neck, then dive into his dark hair as I pull him closer.

That’s when he pulls away.

“Briar, I’m sorry,” he says as he flops onto his back and presses the backs of his hands into his eyes. “I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re vulnerable right now, and I shouldn’t take advantage of that. I’m vulnerable right now too. We can’t do this.”

The fuck we can’t! I climb over him and straddle his waist. “I don’t know about can’t . You seem pretty capable.” I reach back and squeeze his stiff cock.

His hands rise to my waist, and he presses me down on his lap. “Fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be. I really shouldn’t do this.”

“Sometimes the worst possible thing we could do is the best thing we could do.” I grind my hips and moan as the friction travels up my spine. “What if you fuck me so good that I can’t bear the thought of turning you in? This could benefit both of us.”

“You plan to keep me around as your personal sex toy?” His eyebrow rises, and I nearly get off right here.

“Only if you make me come.”

“Is that a promise?”

I bite my lip. I don’t break promises, and I ensure that by rarely making them. Would an orgasm really be worth losing my house and my life?

When I look into Grey’s eyes, the answer is yes.

“If you make me come, I promise to consider alternatives to turning you in. Does that work?”

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and considers my proposal. When his eyes open again, a flash of lightning plays across his bare chest as he nods his head. “That works.”

I slide off his lap and lie on my back again. He turns onto his side and looks down at me.

“What are you doing?” he asks. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

“No, the deal was that you would make me come. Chop, chop!” I spread my legs. “You have a lot of work ahead of you.”

He scoffs. “Bring that pussy over here where my mouth is. I’ll have your thighs quivering in no time.”

I smirk and clamber over him so I can straddle his chest. I use the chain as leverage as I climb up his body until my knees fall on either side of his head. I don’t take off my shorts, though. I don’t want him to see the scars my ex left on my ass. Instead, I pull the crotch of my shorts aside, and he gets right to work on my slit. His warm tongue spreads my lips and finds my clit as his hands hook around my thighs.

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

I spasm with each syllable, wrapping the chain around my hand and tugging. It lifts the collar around his neck and only once he takes a few heavy breaths do I realize I’m choking him.

Well, this is a fun little surprise.

I squeeze off his air, and despite the lack of oxygen, he continues devouring me. “You want air, Grey? You want to breathe?”

He nods, moving everything against me as he does.

“Then make me come.”

I don’t actually want to kill the guy, so I release the tension on the chain and let him gasp a few times before I tighten it again. He’s really putting a lot of trust in his kidnapper. Either way, I ride his breathless mouth and tongue until my thighs quiver, just as he assured me they would. I release the chain, and his warm breath bathes my clit. When I pull the chain once more, I focus on the warm wetness of his mouth as he eats me.

He slaps my thigh, and I release the chain.

“What?”

“You aren’t sitting hard enough. I don’t want to breathe when you release that chain. Fucking sit on my face.”

If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

So I do it. I press all of my weight onto his face and grip the chain again. Now I’m certain he can’t even gasp without a mouthful of my flesh.

I put my other hand on the headboard and ride his mouth and tongue until I see stars behind my eyelids. Inhuman screams leave my body as he makes me come on his face. Even as he smacks my thigh to let me know he’s suffocating, I can’t stop this orgasm he started. My knuckles whiten as I squeeze the headboard, and the chain wrapped around my hand begins to pinch my flesh. My entire body tenses before relaxing in the most surreal way I’ve never felt.

Then I realize he’s digging his nails into my thighs.

“Oh, sorry!” I say as I unwrap the chain and lean back so he can breathe.

“There’s worse . . . ways to go . . . I guess,” he says through gasps of air.

I climb down his body and put my hand on his cock. He’s hard, but the moment I try to pull his sweatpants down, his dick deflates in front of me. Well, that does nothing for my self-esteem.

“Briar,” he whispers. “It’s not you.”

It sure the fuck isn’t, and I think I know what might help him. “I have an idea.”

I pull myself off his lap and run to grab a candle. After placing it on the bedside table, I light it and smile as the room is bathed in a yellow glow. I reach between the bed and the table and feel for what he needs. My fingers grip the soft material, and I pull it into the light.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Your mask.”

“Do I even want to know why my mask is beside your bed?”

Not one to hide my sexual secrets, I tell him. “I’ve been masturbating with it.”

He just stares at me, then says, “So how will it help me?”

“This mask gave you the confidence you needed to commit that murder, so it stands to reason that it could help you now, in much the same way. For whatever reason, you think that fucking me is wrong, just like you knew killing that woman was wrong. I want you to put on the mask and repeat history. Make my body a fucking crime scene, Grey.”

I half-expect him to recoil. He hasn’t loved mentions of his crime so far. But he doesn’t. He just lifts his hand, snatches the mask away, and puts it over his head.

God, he’s handsome without his mask, but with it? He’s irresistible. There’s something almost menacing about the way his eyes are the only visible piece of his face. With this mask on, he’s a murderer instead of a man who committed a desperate homicide.

Arousal drips down my thighs.

I straddle his body and grind my pussy over the front of his pants. His hands glide down my sides as he lengthens and hardens beneath me. When I tug down the front of his sweatpants, he remains hard this time. I run my hand along the soft, silky skin and wrap my fingers around him.

“You know what I want you to do with that,” he says. “It’s the same thing I wanted you to do to my face.”

“And what’s that?” I bite my lip.

“Sit on my fucking cock.”

I like this side of him. I like the confidence that mask gives him. So I push the crotch of my shorts aside again, rub his cock through my wet slit, and press him against my entrance. A moan leaves my mouth as I sit on him fully, and the groan that leaves him makes me pulse around him.

Fuck, I like that sound. It sounds like he’s been waiting for this. And wanting it too.

He fills me entirely as I ride him, up and down, forward and backward, until I’m dripping down his length. His hands squeeze my hips as I buck on top of him, and then he grips my hair and pulls me against him. My hard nipples press against my cami, yearning to touch his skin.

“Pull my mask up a bit, little psycho,” he grits out.

I reach up and raise the bottom of his mask. His full lips pop out from beneath the fabric, and he drags me into him by my hair, bringing my mouth to his.

I pull away from the kiss and bite his lip. “Do you like how I ride you, killer?”

Grey puts both hands firmly on my hips to stop me from grinding on him.

Oops. I probably shouldn’t have let my intrusive thoughts become outside words. In my head, I’ve been riding the face and fucking the dick of a cold, callous killer. He may not be cold and callous in reality, but he’s still definitely a killer, even if he doesn’t want to be.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

He flips me onto my back on the bed, and his hands work down my shorts. The chain strains as he climbs between my legs. “Don’t apologize,” he growls before tugging his mask down.

He’s the picture of what I’ve fantasized about. I’ve imagined this exact scenario, but it was a little less consensual. Sue me.

Grey sits up and spreads my legs wider. “You want this killer’s dick? Every inch of it?”

“Please,” I whimper.

He impales me on his cock as he pistons in and out of my poor pussy. I bite my lip to stop screaming, and he pins my arms above my head.

“I want you to fill me,” I whimper, my voice growing hoarse.

“You want a big, bad killer to come inside you?”

I nod, much faster than I should. Embarrassingly so. I’ve never wanted anything more.

He wraps a hand around my throat, and like the slut I am, I lean into his grasp. I’m a breath away from saying “ Choke me, daddy ,” but as if he read my mind, he squeezes and gives me a mind-numbing blood choke.

“Good little psycho,” he whispers in my ear. His hips grow ragged, then stall as he fills me with warm heat.

He releases my arms and sits up on his knees as he pulls the mask from his face. His dark hair sticks out in every direction, and that wild look still lingers in his eyes, but he turns from that menacing beast into the light Grey that I’m used to. He throws the mask beside my head and leans over me, then kisses me, soft and gentle. The act is so at odds with what we just did.

What he just did to me. God, it was so fucking hot.

“You have fucked-up fetishes,” he says against my mouth.

“Don’t kink shame me, asshole. I apologized. You’re the one who went all-in with it. A big, bad killer, huh?”

“Shut your pretty mouth,” he says before kissing me again. “Let’s not talk about what just happened. I made you come, so you can’t turn me in now.”

We’ll see about that. I still haven’t decided what I plan to do with Grey, and now, I’m in no hurry to figure it out.