32
Istare at the ring on my finger, unable to withhold the emotion. How did this happen? How the fuck did we get here?
“Don’t go crying on me, little bird,” I look at Lex’s face and I cry anyway. Lex swipes the drop from my cheek and places his thumb between his lips, tasting it. There is no regret there this time.
“Now you’re always mine,” he whispers and then turns me back to the set on the counter, the diamonds and rubies glittering where they sit in their velvet boxes. “Bag this up,” Lex orders Mr Livingstone, “and bring me the last piece.”
“What did you get?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
When Mr Livingstone comes back out he places a rectangular box on the counter, opening it up to reveal a thin leather strap that has a wolf emblem and next to it, a feather.
He pulls the sleeve of his shirt up, showing his own cuffs with the same emblems.
“The wolf has always been a signet for the Silver family,” he explains.
He lifts it from the box and positions it around my wrist, tying the leather strap. “All the Silver’s wear them.”
Whilst Lex pays for the jewelry I wait at the door, watching the city, still shocked at how we became this.
His captive turned fiancé. I was well and truly in love with the devil, the monster that haunts this city, and I was falling into his darkness. I thought I’d lose myself to it, to his abyss but I’m finding myself there instead. There are parts of me I didn’t know existed, parts of me he has coaxed from the deepest parts of my soul. A protectiveness, a ruthless edge that appears whenever he is near. Not against him, but for him.
I thought murdering Valentine would haunt me. That my dreams would be bloody and violent but there’s a sense of calm that has washed over me ever since I plunged that knife into his throat. A wash of serenity.
He’s gone but I know Lex’s battle is far from over.
I’ll be standing at his side the entire time.
I’m here now, he wants me with him, on top, then I’ll be right at the head of the war, standing next to the king.
My fingers play with the emblems on my new bracelet, pushing them both up and down the leather strap, “It suits you,” Lex says, turning down the street towards the penthouse. His phone buzzes in the centre console but he ignores it, instead leaning over and grasping my hand, thumb stroking the newly placed ring on my finger.
After parking, we head up, a relaxed silence between us but I can almost feel the hum of anticipation vibrating between us. He’s restrained but he twitches, fingers tapping against my skin.
I smile, knowing what’s to come.
As soon as the door closes, I’m pinned to the wall, his mouth fused to mine.
“I’m trying to be better,” he rasps, “but the moment that ring slid onto your finger I wanted you bent over and open for me right there on that counter.”
“Don’t be better,” I urge, “never be better.”
I feel him grin as his teeth nip at my skin, his phone buzzing again. Once again, he ignores it. He pushes up the hem of my skirt, hands skimming the intimate curve of my hip as his fingers squeeze my flesh. Heat floods me, warming my centre as he follows the line of my thong before slipping in the side and swiping against my clit.
“I love how wet you get for me, little bird, even when you didn’t want to, you were so responsive for me.”
I grind against his hand.
“Bend over,” he rips himself away from me, “I want your ass in the air, little bird, let me see you.”
“Where?”
“The couch,” he jerks his head to the living area, “face the windows.” I do as he orders, leaning over the back of the couch, placing my palms flat on the other side of the back rest. When he steps up behind me, he flips the skirt up and tugs my panties down my legs.
“You look so fucking sexy like this,” he growls, tracing my spine with his finger, down to my ass and then through the cheeks before he slides that finger inside.
His phone buzzes again.