22. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

A flick of excitement rushes through my chest when I open my eyes and Sev is staring at me like a lion stares at a gazelle.

It scares the shit out of me.

Not his look; the way I like it.

The way my heart does a flip inside my chest. The way I'm desperate to be free; only not to leave but to touch him.

This man is a menace. I'm the one who is supposed to be hunting him. Killing him for the bounty money so I can get the fuck out of this place before shit with the Bellancas goes sideways. The more days that pass, the more I realize I don't want to be here. But not only because of the shit with Remington, but because I want to be with people who care about me.

Being in California was better than I thought it would be. Yeah, I'm still kind of pissed at Reese for drugging me, but I get why he did it. He didn't want me to be a downer, and that's what I am most of the time. But seeing how happy he is out there? Talking to Ori and seeing how happy she is too? It made me realize that's what I'm missing in my life.

I'm not going there to find a husband, have kids, and all that shit. That's not me. But I do want to be around people I like. People who know me and understand me enough to give me the space I want and not take it personally. Here, I'm just a hermit because no one gets that about me. I don't belong here.

Which is why Sev has to die.

I swallow hard, despite my dry mouth, and Sev takes a step back. The movement has my gaze roaming his body and settling right on the large bulge in his jeans.

The man is well-endowed, I won't deny that. Also can't deny the way my body reacts to him. I shouldn't like it, don't agree with it, but it is what it is. It's just a normal reaction. Him being crazy doesn't take away from the fact he's hot as fuck. I am a guy, and my dick likes men… men like him, unfortunately. It's just a terrible coincidence. One that won't be a problem once I figure out how to get this fucker and kill him.

A raspy sound leaves his throat, and I flick my eyes up. There's a knowing glint in his, and when he reaches for his jeans button and flicks it open, I'm salivating.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I choke out, and I can't tell if I'm asking because I'm pissed or excited.

He grins, undoing his zipper. "Giving you what you want."

"I don't want your dick!"

Lies.

"The way you were just looking at it says otherwise."

I tug on the ropes binding me but already know there's no point. The man is smart and calculated. He ties me up how he wants to and lets me lose when he wants to.

I'm no match for him.

He could kill me. He could have killed me so many times already.

So why aren't I afraid of him?

Why hasn't he done it?

"Sev, what the fuck," I growl, wiggling in the chair. If I can't get out of the bindings, maybe I can topple the chair over and break it.

My wrists burn where the rope digs in. Each movement makes it worse.

"Relax, Hawk. We're just going to have some fun," he says simply.

"Nothing with your dick is fun."

"Stop lying to yourself." He slides his underwear down and frees his dick. His sack rests on the band of his underwear, and for a moment, I can't pull my eyes away.

He really does have a beautiful dick. I hate it.

Thick and long, slightly curving upward. Fuck, I know how good that would feel inside me. I'm a sucker for a thick cock. So many people like them long, but not me. And Sev's thickness is fucking perfect.

But no. Fuck no!

He takes a step closer, and I grit my teeth, pressing my back against the chair to get as far from him as I can. I'm panting as he steps closer, and fuck me, it isn't because I'm scared. The thrill of this has my every nerve lighting up.

Being tied up. Unable to move. Unable to choose what happens. Him towering over me. Him in charge and taking control.

How didn't I know I was into this before?

"Stop lying to yourself," he says again, stopping right in front of me.

"I'm not lying about anything."

Even I know that's bullshit. The words come out pitiful. Pathetic.

"You act like you don't want my cock."

"I don't," I bark.

He spreads his legs to move over me. He holds his dick at the base with one hand while his other goes to my hair, grasping it and holding my head still.

I growl, yanking my head back to get out of his grip, but he holds me tighter. I'm panting, my heart about to break free of my rib cage.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he warns, tugging my head forward as he brings his dick to my lips.

"Put that near my mouth and I'll bite it off," I seethe.

He grins. The crazy fucker grins.

"You wouldn't dare," he says. Then this psychopath drags the tip of his dick along my bottom lip like I won't actually bite it off! I open my mouth, ready to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of his cock. The salty taste of his precum that's smeared on my lips reaches my tongue and I groan.

He chuckles, squeezing his dick so more pre-cum gathers at the tip. "You like the way I taste."

I can't breathe. My heart is pounding. My dick is so hard it hurts. I'm dizzy. Near feral. Fuck, my life sucks so bad.

With his thumb, he gathers the drop of pre-cum and brings it to my mouth, wiping it on my bottom lip. I don't fight him. I can't move. I let the taste spread over my mouth, and when he pulls away, I dart my tongue out to lick up the rest.

Sev's eyes darken, his jaw clenching. He gives me the smallest shake of his head, and says, "I don't want you to suck my cock." He shifts a little, taking his dick in his hand and giving it one firm stroke.

What the fuck…

He strokes himself once more before spitting into his hand and using it as lube. Fuck, why is that so hot? His grip on my hair tightens as he works himself over, jerking his dick from base to tip hard and fast.

All I can picture is him fucking me like that.

Hard and fast.

So it hurts enough that it feels fucking good. Being rough with me. Not treating me like I'm breakable.

"Stop lying to yourself," he repeats, this time so quiet I barely hear him.

Okay.

I think it, but I refuse to say it. I'm not giving in to this man, no matter how badly my body wants him. I can't have him. I can't.

My dick throbs in my jeans. Sev's eyes fall closed, his lips parting. Soft gravelly groans leave his mouth and I have this terrible urge to kiss him. But I can't fucking move.

His sounds of pleasure grow louder, and his hips buck forward along with his thrusts.

He could make me come so fast. He did at the bar. He could do it again. I've never had a cock in my ass before, but I really want his beautiful one in there. And I hate him for it. I fucking loathe him for making me want things I shouldn't want. Things I can't have.

But look at him… He's gorgeous. Dangerous. Funn—

No. I'm not going down that road. I am not going to list all the good things about this man.

I can't have him.

I can't enjoy this. There are so many reasons why I can't like this. Yet, here I am, tied to a chair, being jerked off on—against my will—and I'm hard as fucking stone.

Christ, I'm a mess.

"Keep looking at me like that. It only turns me on," he says. I blink and look back at his face. I didn't realize he was watching me again. "Come on, Justin. Tell me how much you hate me. How much you don't want this. All it'll do is get you my cum. Do it, baby. Come on."

I force a frown. "Looking at you with disgust turns you on?"

He chuckles. "Oh, that look is far from disgust." His voice is so low, so raspy, it almost sounds otherworldly. He steps closer and I can smell him. The musky scent of his cock, the salty tang of his cum. I fight the urge to lick my lips. To lean forward and suck him into my mouth the way I want. "At least, not toward me," he adds.

Sev's hand is still in my hair but he's hardly holding me in place. I could suck him off if I wanted to. If I just leaned forward an inch…

"I'm not putting that in my mouth," I grit out. Saying the words is more for myself than him.

"Already told you I don't want you to. Fuck, I'm so close, baby. See what you do to me?"

My dick twitches again and I shift in my seat to relieve some of the pressure but all it does is feel good. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

Nothing to make him think I'm interested.

"The only thing that could possibly make you sexier is my cum all over your pretty face."

I make a disgusted sound and open my mouth to tell him off, which was the exact wrong thing to do. The guy's got good aim, and the first shot goes in my mouth. I scoff and spit it out, just as another lands on my cheek. He grips my hair tighter, holding my face still. A mix of chuckling and moaning comes out of his beautiful lips as he watches himself release all over me.

He lets out a long, low satisfied groan when he steps back and tucks himself in. He's panting. His large chest rising heavily. Noticing something on his hand, he looks up at me. "You forgot some." Sev smirks and wipes the cum on my shirt without a care. He runs a hand through his hair, pulling out the hair tie and fixing it. Then he's back in front of me, running his thumb over my bottom lip. "Fucking beautiful."

My nostrils flare as anger boils inside my chest.

His hand is around my throat before I can let my anger loose. He leans down, drags his tongue along my cheek, gathering up the cum. I'm so shocked by the whole thing, that I don't realize he's kissing me when he is. It doesn't process. And when it does, when I realize what he's doing, the taste of him mixed with his cum on my tongue has me moaning and deepening the kiss. A deep sound rumbles in his chest, his fingers getting tighter around my throat. I don't want this, I think.

But it's so fucking good.

No. I can't want this.

I bite down on his lip. Hard.

He growls, squeezing my throat so tight it makes my head heavy. I let go of his lip and he pulls away, blood dripping down his chin.

"Blood and cum. My two favorite bodily fluids." He drags his tongue along his lip where I see the bite mark. He's still gripping my throat and I can't breathe. "You just keep doing things that make me want you more, Hawk."

"Fuck you!" I wheeze out. He chuckles and lets go of my throat. I suck in air, fast and sharp.

Sev tears open my shirt, pulls his knife from his pocket and adds the next letter. I hardly feel the pain from it, too focused on whatever the hell just happened between us. Every now and then I wince, but I refuse to make a sound. When he's done, he laughs his ass off as he walks out.

It takes me way too long to get out of the restraints. When I'm free, the first thing I do is tear off my shirt and wipe my face free of his drying cum. But his scent still lingers, and I refuse to admit I like it. I run into the bathroom across the hall and wash up, vowing that I'm going to find this fucker before he gets any more letters into me. When I leave the cabin, it's light outside and I make my way to the main road, ignoring the way my dick is still hard and aching for release.