59. Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Eight

We get into the house, and Franz jumps off the couch to hurry toward us. I go to the stairs, tell him to stay, and tug Sev after me. We're leaving a trail of water as we go, but I'll handle it later.

I bring Sev to my room, drop his hand once we're inside and turn to face him. He's just standing there, staring at me. Waiting for me to do something. It's odd and so unlike him.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask, my heart pounding. He's not being himself. He's being weird. Reserved. I don't like it.

He gives me a pained look, and I shake my head. "Don't do this. Don't change." I step up to him, pressing my hands to his chest. "I want you the way you were, the way you are. I want you, and I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it."

I pull my shirt off, dropping it to the floor with a wet plop. When he does nothing but still stare at me, I go to my nightstand and pull out his knife. I stare at it in my hand for a long moment, knowing this is the right thing to do. When I go back to him, I offer it to him. Sev frowns down at it, then looks up at me with a question in his eyes.

"You need to finish it," I say.

His frown deepens but doesn't reach for it.

"Take it," I urge, shoving it closer to him.

This is it. This is what he's wanted. What I've wanted this whole time but couldn't say until just now. Still, he only stares at me.

"Do it, Sevastian. Take it and give me the last letter." When he still doesn't respond, I wonder if I've read this all wrong. Maybe he isn't here to be with me. Maybe he's here for another reason. To break up with me.

Or maybe…

Maybe he's here to kill me. To collect on the bounty. To finish what he's started.

"Take the fucking knife," I growl, now getting mad.

He keeps watching me as if he can't process what's going on. The look on his face is almost bored. When he doesn't take the knife, I shove past him to go to the tall mirror beside the door. I flip open the knife and lift my arm so I can see his name. I press the blade to my skin and catch his gaze in the mirror.

"If you don't do it, I will," I say. "This was the deal. This is the game. It needs to be finished, and this is how I want it to end."

That gets me a reaction. Not one I want, but at least there's more life to him now than there was. His gaze flicks to where my body is scarred with his name, and his eyes brighten the smallest bit. I press the knife a little harder into the spot left for the last letter wincing. His breathing increases. I press the blade deeper, drawing blood. It mixed with my wet skin makes it seem like I'm bleeding a lot more than I am. When he did this, it hurt. But honestly, it hurts a lot more doing it myself. I drag the blade down, making the first line for the N. I'm panting, gritting my teeth so damn hard I think they'll chip.

Sev's hand twitches and I know this is pissing him off.

Good. Get angry.

I raise a brow, then bring the knife to the top of the line, preparing to do the next one. The moment I pierce skin, he's on me. It all happens so fast. He takes the knife, spins me, shoves me to the wall, and gets to his knees. One hand is pressed on my chest, holding me still.

His eyes fall closed after a moment of staring at where I just cut myself.

"Do it," I say.

He shakes his head and looks up at me.

"I told you the rules of the game," he says.

"And I remember them," I add. "Do it, Sevastian. Please just fucking do it so I don't have to worry about you leaving me again."

His hand slides down my chest, over my abs. So warm, so perfect. He teases the skin beneath my soaked sweatpants before leaning forward and kissing my hip.

"Are you sure?" he says, looking up at me.

"Don't make me beg." I huff out a laugh.

His eyes heat and a smirk crosses his lips. "Is that an option?"

"Not today, Bigfoot."

His gaze flicks to where I'm bleeding. His hand goes there to stretch my skin and he gets to work, adding the last letter of his name into my skin.

It's relieving. It's weird to not hate this. Weird to want it. The pain doesn't last long, and when he's done, I look down to find him staring at it in wonder.

"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to fuck me?" I ask through heavy pants. "Because if what I want matters, I want option two."

A low growl rumbles in his chest. He drops the knife as he stands, bringing his mouth to mine. His large body presses against me, crushing me against the wall.

"You missed my cock?" he asks.

"So fucking much," I admit, reaching for it and finding him already hard. I knew he would be. He's always hard when he carves my skin.

"I'm sorry I left you," I say, grabbing the hem of his shirt and peeling it off his skin.

"So am I," he says, helping me get his shirt off. "I should have—"

I cut him off with a kiss, and pull away just long enough to say, "Less talk, more dick."

He growls again, stepping back and kneeling down to unlace his boots. "Get on the bed," he says, jerking his chin toward it. "Naked."

I do as he says, getting out of my pants before reaching the bed. The moment I lie down, he's standing and getting his pants off. When he's fully naked, he moves toward me, kneeling on the bed and covering my body with his. He thrusts his hips against mine, our dicks rubbing together.

"Want you in me," I say to him, arching into him.

I'd thought of that night so many times and found myself pissed off and horny. How could I be so stupid to have such a great night with him, and just take off like that? I'm an idiot.

Sev's mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting.

"I want my teeth in your skin," he responds.

"That's the most normal thing you've said all night," I say.

Thank fuck he's back.

His response is to sink his teeth into my trap muscle. I buck against him, growling in pain because he isn't biting me gently. He hums a happy sound, pressing onto my body more. When he pulls back, he whispers, "I love when you fight me."

"I love when you overpower me," I admit.

"I know you do."

"Lube is in the nightstand," I say when his mouth is on my neck again.

He chuckles and says, "Who says I'm using lube?"

My body freezes. There's no way he's serious. He can't fuck me without lube. I'm fine with some pain, but I am not okay with that.

His laugh starts off slow and quiet until he can't hide it anymore. He lifts up, looking down at me with humor in his eyes.

"Just kidding, baby. I can't ruin that perfect ass of yours."

Fucking Sev…

He gets up and tells me to turn over as he gets the lube. He tosses it on the bed, then slaps my ass hard.

"I fucking missed this ass," he growls. Then his face is there and he's licking me. I jolt forward, the sensation overwhelming. He grips my thighs and tugs me back. "No fucking way are you stopping me from doing this. I've dreamed of it."

This is another first with him. I've never had anyone eat my ass before, but damn, I've been missing out.

Never in my life did I think I'd be okay in this position, but it feels damn good to have someone I can trust to take care of me like this rather than being the one to do it all the time. The first time he fucked me, I felt vulnerable. Almost embarrassed. This time? I just want more.

I'm grinding on his tongue, seeking more from him. He thrusts his tongue inside me and reaches around to grab my dick. He strokes teasingly. I moan into the mattress, still wanting more. He hums happy sounds. This is all so much fucking better when I just give in and allow my body what it wants. He was right the whole time. I should have listened to him from the beginning. He's always known me better than I knew myself. Sev was sure about this from the beginning, and I should have fucking listened.