Victor has to see what he’s done.”
Slade just stared. What he was thinking was beyond me. Although the teeth marks would be a great touch to the ones I already carried, I was only beginning. While I walked to the nightstand, he watched, not stopping me like I thought he would. He was beginning to trust me. It was a good thing. That meant I might possibly be able to escape if the time came down to it. But, could I? I was determined to make my father find Lily. If I left, he’d have no more motivation. Slade would lose his sister for good and it truly would be my fault.
Tears welled in my eyes. For thirty days I was his. That was it. I’d stay that long, and if there was no luck finding his sister, I’d leave.
Contents slid in the drawer as I pulled it open. Slade’s eyes were narrowed, watching, waiting. Lube, condoms, and a mix of things like pens and a pad of paper rushed to the front. I saw none of it. My sight was set on one thing, and one thing only. My fingers connected with the folded up knife and I walked back to him, placing it in his palm. Shaking took over my hands as I grabbed the torn material and spread it open even wider.
“I want you to mark me. Carve your name into my chest, like you said. Let my father see what he’s done.”
Slade’s nostrils flared. “You want me to permanently scar your skin to prove a point to your father?” The sudden lock around my neck was not gentle. It was full of anger, astonishment, but most of all, eagerness.
“Do it,” I whispered. “I know you want to. Show my father who I really belong to.”
Yes, I was playing off of his emotions, but I suddenly didn’t care. If I ever was going to get my life back, Lily had to be found. I’d wear Slade’s name on my skin forever if it meant the possibility of bringing her home, safe.
The beast flared and he slowly eased me back until I was lying halfway on the bed. The blade appeared with a flick of his wrist causing my breath to quicken.
“I want to. Fuck, I do.” His eyes were burning a hole through my chest. With more calmness than I felt, my hand reached for his wrist. Tightening on my neck increased at my movement, but my fingers connected with his skin and I eased his hand down.
“Think of Lily. Let’s get her back.”
Slade’s eyes met mine for the briefest moments. Excruciating agony nearly had me flying up at the searing that branded my chest. His hand slid from my throat down to my shoulder, holding me down.
A pause sent me into panic. “Don’t you dare stop.” The S was done, but I wasn’t going to let him give in. I wanted every single letter.
“You don’t get to decide what I do,” he snapped. The L had a deep sound coming from my mouth. The rest of his name followed so fast that stars flickered across my eyes. The cross between haunted and fascinated was permanently etched on his face. He didn’t stop staring until my head rolled to the side. Warmth ran down toward my neck. I knew he hadn’t cut deep enough to cause much damage, but his name would definitely always be there.
The knife dropped to the bed and his lips crushed into mine, hungrily. The stinging across my chest only added to the arousal that was sizzling in my core. I was on fire, more so than I’d ever been.
“God, you’re fucking amazing.” The hardness of his cock pushed into my pussy and he gripped to my hip, grinding against me. “Now you’re really mine. Mine,” he whispered, catching my mouth again. My moan was drowned out by knocking on the door. Both of our heads looked toward the interruption.
“It’s time to speak to your daddy,” Slade said, looking down at me.
My teeth ground into each other. “Victor. He’s not my dad, not anymore.” But my father wouldn’t know that. I’d play up his parental card until it returned Lily, then I’d be free.
Chapter 8
Slade
The red jagged marks surrounded by blood called to me.SLADE. Right there across her chest for the world to see. My mouth
Slade just stared. What he was thinking was beyond me. Although the teeth marks would be a great touch to the ones I already carried, I was only beginning. While I walked to the nightstand, he watched, not stopping me like I thought he would. He was beginning to trust me. It was a good thing. That meant I might possibly be able to escape if the time came down to it. But, could I? I was determined to make my father find Lily. If I left, he’d have no more motivation. Slade would lose his sister for good and it truly would be my fault.
Tears welled in my eyes. For thirty days I was his. That was it. I’d stay that long, and if there was no luck finding his sister, I’d leave.
Contents slid in the drawer as I pulled it open. Slade’s eyes were narrowed, watching, waiting. Lube, condoms, and a mix of things like pens and a pad of paper rushed to the front. I saw none of it. My sight was set on one thing, and one thing only. My fingers connected with the folded up knife and I walked back to him, placing it in his palm. Shaking took over my hands as I grabbed the torn material and spread it open even wider.
“I want you to mark me. Carve your name into my chest, like you said. Let my father see what he’s done.”
Slade’s nostrils flared. “You want me to permanently scar your skin to prove a point to your father?” The sudden lock around my neck was not gentle. It was full of anger, astonishment, but most of all, eagerness.
“Do it,” I whispered. “I know you want to. Show my father who I really belong to.”
Yes, I was playing off of his emotions, but I suddenly didn’t care. If I ever was going to get my life back, Lily had to be found. I’d wear Slade’s name on my skin forever if it meant the possibility of bringing her home, safe.
The beast flared and he slowly eased me back until I was lying halfway on the bed. The blade appeared with a flick of his wrist causing my breath to quicken.
“I want to. Fuck, I do.” His eyes were burning a hole through my chest. With more calmness than I felt, my hand reached for his wrist. Tightening on my neck increased at my movement, but my fingers connected with his skin and I eased his hand down.
“Think of Lily. Let’s get her back.”
Slade’s eyes met mine for the briefest moments. Excruciating agony nearly had me flying up at the searing that branded my chest. His hand slid from my throat down to my shoulder, holding me down.
A pause sent me into panic. “Don’t you dare stop.” The S was done, but I wasn’t going to let him give in. I wanted every single letter.
“You don’t get to decide what I do,” he snapped. The L had a deep sound coming from my mouth. The rest of his name followed so fast that stars flickered across my eyes. The cross between haunted and fascinated was permanently etched on his face. He didn’t stop staring until my head rolled to the side. Warmth ran down toward my neck. I knew he hadn’t cut deep enough to cause much damage, but his name would definitely always be there.
The knife dropped to the bed and his lips crushed into mine, hungrily. The stinging across my chest only added to the arousal that was sizzling in my core. I was on fire, more so than I’d ever been.
“God, you’re fucking amazing.” The hardness of his cock pushed into my pussy and he gripped to my hip, grinding against me. “Now you’re really mine. Mine,” he whispered, catching my mouth again. My moan was drowned out by knocking on the door. Both of our heads looked toward the interruption.
“It’s time to speak to your daddy,” Slade said, looking down at me.
My teeth ground into each other. “Victor. He’s not my dad, not anymore.” But my father wouldn’t know that. I’d play up his parental card until it returned Lily, then I’d be free.
Chapter 8
Slade
The red jagged marks surrounded by blood called to me.SLADE. Right there across her chest for the world to see. My mouth
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