“More.”
“You’re my dirty little bitch, Tillie. Nothing has changed there.”
He yanks me up by my hair until I feel the follicles rip from their roots. I’m directly in front of his inked chest now, those beautiful angel wings. I lean my tongue toward his chest to trace them. My clit continues to throb with need and the taste of his cum clings to the tip of my tongue like a bittersweet reminder of, as he puts it, exactly who owns me.
“Angel wings…” I whisper, tracing my tongue over the sharp angles.
He grips my tongue between his fingers. “Because even Lucifer was once an Angel.” Then his hand flies to the front of my throat. “Get out of the bath and bend over, facing the mirror.”
I do as I’m told, stepping out and turning to face the large floor to ceiling mirror wall that is directly opposite us. Slowly, I lean over, wishing I could reach down and curl my hands around my slender ankles. I turn my head over my shoulder instead, until my long pink hair cascades to the other side.
I smirk. “Punish me.”
He licks his lip, following suit. I watch as his eyes darken, and his shoulders pull back. He brings his finger to the middle curve of my pussy and presses it inside of me, circling. “You needed someone that wasn’t me…” he starts, and then I feel a hard slap sting over my ass.
I wince, my eyes shutting. It was bearable, I know how much more he’s capable of.
Slap! Another bite ripples over my ass, my fat jiggling under the abuse. “That was your third sin…” he mutters, his fingers cupping my pussy from behind. He rubs my clit viciously until my juices are sloshing with his movements. He lets go and I wait.
Slap! This one comes harder, a lot harder. I cry out in pain as it feels like my flesh has split open. It stings so bad.
“I touched Brantley,” I whisper, wanting more. Needing to be punished more for everything I had put him through. Because after this day, he and I are done. I don’t owe him anything and I don’t have to feel bad with the way I went about things.
Nate chuckles sinisterly. “Another man putting his hands on you didn’t bother me as much as Daemon gripping onto your fucking heart, baby.”
I hear him pick something up from the ground. I gulp at the metallic sound of clinking.
Slap! The belt bites across my skin and I can’t help the scream that rips out of me. The pain that zaps over my skin is in a whole new frequency that I don’t think I can handle. He tosses the belt to the side and bends down behind me. I feel his tongue dive inside of my entry and flick inside my walls.
“So wet for me. So wet for the pain, and this is why you will always be mine to gain…”
Then I feel his tongue lick across my ass cheek. He stands, grabbing onto my throat and spinning me around to face him. His fingers flex around my neck and I slowly open my eyes. Shock seizes my bones when I see blood glistening over his lips.
My heart slams in my chest. My stomach hurling in pleasure.
His eyes stay on mine, hooded, dark and filled with greed. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss away your sins.”
I lean forward and suck his tongue into my mouth. The taste of metal surfs over my tongue, slithering its way down my throat.
“Get on the bed and wait for me.”
I lean back, my cheeks flushed red. I nod, padding my way to the bedroom. My heart is pounding from adrenaline, probably the same kind that gets girls killed. I trust Nate, though. We both need this as much as the other, it’s what the unspoken pleading tonight was about. The closure we both need to end what happened tonight. What happened with Micaela.
I kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for him, a half-smile delicately touching my lips. I can’t help it. I’m not submissive by any sense of the word, but I like playing games, probably as much as he does, which is why our bed tricks have always been toxic. Before we were parents. When you first become a parent, there are certain things that pound into your head. You shouldn’t say that, eat that, fuck like that… you get the picture. Suddenly you’re making every decision for how you are as a parent too…
Well, we don’t have that anymore, and I can feel the toxicity seep through my pores and plant its seeds deep in my bones. The only question is, will I water them, or let them die?
Nate saunters into the bedroom, naked and broody. He tilts his head and then makes his way to the top drawer. He pulls out a silver switchblade, and I freeze. Oh shit. That’s what you get, Tillie. Playing with The Kings will get you killed.
A cruel smirk sneaks onto his mouth. “Get up and get on the bed.”
I do, fumbling to my feet and backing up onto the bed. He pushes a button and a long blade switches out. He comes close, until his stomach is clenching in front of my face. He runs the blunt edge of the knife down my chest, my breathing thick and labored. He continues to drag it over my nipple, circling.
“Do you trust me?”
I lick my lips, my eyes closing.
“Answer me Tillie, did you, and do you, trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he trails the knife down to my inner thigh. “Do you need a safe word?” His tone is teasing, and for a second, I see a sliver of Nate.
My eyes fire to life. “No.”
“Your second sin? Was not trusting me enough.” The blade twists and I feel
