The fact that he’d rip someone else apart for just thinking they could love me turns me on. It’s the fucked-up toxic side of me that wants to test it.
He softly rubs his warm hand up and down my thigh and I feel my body relaxing into the seat, hoping I don’t fall asleep. I’m still exhausted. My body sore and tired.
The radio plays, drowning out my heavy breathing and quieting any conversation we could potentially have. I don’t mind it. I’d rather not discuss what I did last night.
My body jerks and I realize I had fallen asleep. It’s still dark and I can feel the blindfold over my eyes and his hand still on my thigh. If he notices, he doesn’t mention it.
The car rolls to a stop and his hand disappears for a second before I hear car doors opening and closing. He grabs my hand, pulling me out, and places his hands on my shoulders to get me to stand where he wants me.
Then the blindfold is removed from my face, and I blink a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight.
A house sits before me. Three stories tall, nothing but glass and black brick. “What … what is this?” I turn to ask him.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes my hand and pulls me up the seven stairs and pushes open the two large stained-glass doors. We enter the house and I look around at the white marble flooring and black accent inlays. The walls are a dark gray and there’s a grand staircase to the right.
“Did you rent this out?” I ask him.
“Have a look around,” he says, gesturing for me to step farther into the house.
I take a right and see it’s a formal dining room. A large table that can seat a party of twenty is facing several floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the woods. Black curtains are open to show the perfectly manicured lawn. I take a left, entering the kitchen. It’s like the rest, black-and-white floor with black countertops but the backsplash is red to give it a pop of color.
There’s a piece of paper on the island. I pick it up and my heart races as I read the words.
Welcome home, little demon.
I look up to see him leaning up against the island. Arms crossed over his chest, eyes on mine. “Sin,” I whisper, my throat closing up. My eyes quickly scan the room, waiting for the punch line. This has to be a joke, right?
Walking over to me, he cups my face. His free hand wraps around my waist and pulls me into his hard body.
“I don’t understand.” I bite my bottom lip nervously.
“I bought us this house, Elli.”
“But why?”
Letting go of my face, he reaches down and grips my thighs, lifting my ass to sit on the island. He steps between my parted legs. “Because I wanted you to have a place to come home to. Our home.” A soft smile tugs at his lips while the blood rushes in my ears. “A place for you to feel safe.”
I just stare at him, trying to slow my racing heart.
“Say yes, Elli. Tell me you’ll move in with me.”
Where else would I go? This man I’d do anything for is giving me the best gift I’ve ever received. He wants to live with me. Here in our house. Just the two of us. I’m not one of those girls that need to be married. I actually never want to get married. But to live with him? To be his every second of every day? That sounds like heaven to me. “Yes.” I nod, sniffing. “Of course.”
He picks me up off the island and I giggle. Actually giggle like a lovestruck teenager. He carries me back to the formal dining room table and sets me on my feet. Then he’s ripping off my shirt, shorts, and underwear.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still laughing. I’ve never felt happiness like this before. It’s like bubbling inside me wanting to escape.
“I’m going to have my first meal in our home.” He lifts me up, placing my ass on the table. Pushing on my chest, he forces me to lie down. I put my heels on the table and spread my legs for him like the good girl he wants me to be. I’m so fucking needy for him. “Touch yourself for me,” he urges me.
Sitting back in the chair at the head of the table, he watches me play with myself, my fingers dipping in and out of my pussy. I hear him shift in the seat and then hear him removing his belt from his jeans.
“Come on, little demon,” he coaxes, encouraging me. “Make yourself come all over this table.”
My fingers pick up speed, going deeper, and my hips lift off the surface. My heavy breathing and moaning fill the room. I’m close. My body rocks back and forth, my heels dig into the table, and I whimper.
“Sin—” I’m so close. I can feel it. Almost there…
He rips my hands away from my pussy, and I cry out.