Page 46 of Seven Graves

“You open that door, lass…there’s no closin’ it. I’ll brand myself onto your fuckin’ soul if you want it. You dunno what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, I do.”

I forced him to keep his eyes on me and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing an old brass letter opener and the corner of his mouth curled at the sight of a pointy thing.

I went to put it in his hand, and he grabbed my wrist, tightening my hold on the handle with his other hand…

and pressed the sharp edge to his chest.

“Show me your psycho, Sev. Let her out to play…and I’ll fill your pretty pussy with everything I’ve got.” I stilled, pressing the blade a little harder into his skin, and locked eyes with him.

He knows. He’s figured me out.

Even better. Two rejects with a breeding kink in the same bed. With sharp objects and probably outdated, nasty candy…absolutely no regard for sanity…an unhealthy amount of blood on our hands, a body swimming with the fishes, and an unfinished game of inappropriate Scrabble. Checks out.

I gave him the smile he was looking for, dragging the blade across his skin while I started moving my hips in slow circles.

He clenched his teeth, that sharp jawline working, and the sharp hiss that left him made his cock jerk inside me.

At the first sight of a thin line of blood, I lost myself.

He took me by my throat, and I rode him faster, digging the letter opener deeper and throwing my head back when he landed a sound smack to the side of my tit.

I freed a hand, smacking him back…across his face.

His red hair fell over his brow and his eyes were a molten green beneath the strands when he turned his face back at me.

It was claws and teeth after that. The letter opener hit the floor.

Wads of hair, his and mine, littered the bed.

Spots of blood painted the ivory covers.

I left bloody bite marks anywhere I could, and I know I looked the same.

Malek’s back looks like it was mauled by a bear.

My ass matches it. We’re slipping across each other with sweat, and it reeks of fucking sex in this room.

I’m about to unravel.

I threw him onto his back, grabbing the brass rungs of the dated headboard while my ass slapped relentlessly on top of his thighs, and Malek dragged both hands through his damp hair, moaning.

I’m done. I can’t fucking deal. I’m milking this motherfucker, and I hope I can taste it when he pumps me full of cum. Time to make him play his own game.

“Tell me her name, Malek…” I gasped, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at me.

“Who made you bleed? Who swallowed your fucking cock and rode you raw?” He tried to smile but was so lost I don’t even think he could find himself .

“Who is she?” I asked again, lowering my body to lay against his while I ground myself on him.

His hands wound around my neck, squeezing, and he bucked his hips, spitting into my mouth while he came.

“Her name is Seven fucking Grey.”

He forced my mouth closed and covered it with his hand while I nearly screamed behind it, soaking his lap while my body shook.

We’ve laid in silence, catching our breath for the last twenty minutes.

Our skin is glued together, and I don’t plan to move from this spot until he makes me.

I’ve got my face plastered to his collar bone and Malek has an arm coiled around me while our legs are in a pretzeled mess on top of the mangled blanket.

My mind is equal parts sated and spinning, and I’m scared to know about his.

His fingertips trailed lightly back and forth over my ribs, and I’ve been absentmindedly playing with his navel.

“Malek?” I watched my busy fingers. “Remember how you asked me about how I’d dispose of your body?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Ready to toss me off a cliff already?”

I snorted. “Only every day since I met you.”

“Kinky.”

“But that’s not how I’d do it.”

He shifted, and I raised my chin to look at him. His smirk was tired, but the shit is ever-present. “I’m dyin’ with intrigue.”

“I think I’d keep you…” His expression fell, arm tightening around me.

“I’d share my coffin. And for what it’s worth…

I’m glad you were a psycho stalker, persistent, annoying asshat.

” His throat bobbed when he swallowed and he leaned his head down, grabbing my face with his other hand and kissing me so deep it stole my breath.

“I hope you still feel that way when I get you back for stickin’ your finger in my arse, Little Viper.”

“You liked it. Admit it.”

He eased back and put his arm behind his head, grinning. “A first for me, that’s for sure. But you weren’t kidding. I think I shot a hole through your throat.”

“And through my belly.”

We laughed softly, quieting back down, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. “I’ve heard the male g-spot is up there, somewhere…I just thought it was rubbish. Do I wanna know how you—”

“No.”

He barked a laugh, and my head bobbed on his chest. I smiled.

When it got quiet again, I felt myself drifting off…until his voice brought me back to the present. “I’d keep you too, Sev. Whatever that’s worth. I never thought I’d have this again, but…I didn’t know you were out there…waiting.”

“Did they kill her, Malek?”

His body tensed, and I slid my palm across his hard stomach, holding him tighter against me. It took a long minute before he answered—and I wasn’t ready for it.

“No… I did .”

When the sun beat down through the white lace curtains, I peeled my eyes open and turned over to see Malek sleeping like an angelic newborn with one arm thrown over his face.

I couldn’t stop my smile…or my eye roll.

He woke me in the middle of the night with his chest pressed to my back, my leg raised and his cock sliding into me while his arm was wedged around my throat and his hand covering my mouth.

It had taken me a while to even get to sleep after what he’d said…

and I’m choosing to believe it’s a metaphor.

I feel safe. I just hope I’m not being fucking naive and that someday this blissful bubble will burst, and I’ll top the pile of bodies on his kill list. It certainly didn’t feel that way, though.

Not with how slow and tortuous he fucked me, just to pull out and cum on my ass…

leaving an easy in that he promptly used.

I’ve never …slept with a man that can keep going like this right after he blows a load.

And no amount of holding my mouth stopped the loud, dragged-out wails that he pulled outta me when he rolled me forward and paid me back…

fully. My face was pressed into the pillow, which I bit, while he got to his knees behind me and made me cry out to God.

Three fingers spearing me in the cunt while my ass took a relentless cock.

My vision was fuzzy with how hard we both came.

Pretty sure we slept like the dead afterwards.

He did hold me, though. And that’s not something I do. It felt right.

I looked around the floor, finding my black shorts, and Malek’s white t-shirt. I quietly put them on and pulled the blanket up Malek’s stomach, brushing his hair back and smiling to myself when he stirred. He’s tapped out. I’ll let him sleep it off.

My steps were light, but still woke Bridget, who was stretched across the couch with a leg out of her blanket. She turned her face towards me as I cleared the last step.

“You know…when I think about a vacation? I don’t think about listening to my brother get his rocks off… the entire night .” I averted my eyes, biting back my grin as I padded to the kitchen. “What in the hell did you do to him? You know what? Nevermind. I already feel slightly nauseous.”

“Lemme make it up to you. Coffee? Breakfast?” I started prepping the coffee maker, and when she didn’t answer, I’ll be honest…

I kinda felt bad. “I’ll take that as a yes.

” The perk about Mom and Dad being here recently, meant that there would still be a few things in the fridge that haven't expired yet. I pulled a container of bacon out and the last six eggs. I don’t even know if they eat this stuff.

That’s one of the questions I should have asked Malek last night before things got more serious… and naked…

I pulled a frying pan down from the cabinet, slid it onto the stove, and then got a bowl to scramble the eggs.

There’s no milk, but I can stretch a half-dozen butt nuggets between the three of us.

I don’t have any doubt about things going back to whatever normal you would call our relationship after what we did last night, but…

I still wanna make known the gesture that I like the idea of taking it further.

Even if I’m not ready to voice it yet. Breakfast after sex is a metaphorical neon sign. It’ll say what I can’t right now.

I cracked an egg, emptying it into the bowl, and had another in my hand.

“Hey Bridge, how do you like your eggs?” No answer.

“Bridget?” She’s gone back to sleep. I raised the egg to the rim of the bowl and two strong arms wrapped around me, trapping my shoulders and forcing me back against a broad chest. The egg splattered on the floor and a damp cloth covered my mouth and nose. I tried to scream, but—

“Nighty-night, Cleaning Lady…”

I struggled, getting dragged backward, and felt heavy. The kitchen started to blur, and when I was jerked around, I thought I saw Bridget getting carried out of the front door. I clawed at the forearms of whoever had me, but I couldn’t breathe…couldn’t think.

…and then the world went dark…