Chapter 3

Tillie

"Precious…" a voice whispers low and wickedly in my ear. "Wakey wakey, Precious."

I groan and roll over, snuggling up against a warm, hard body just to get away from the most evil man in history. He comes after me anyway, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind, and strokes my belly over my satin pajamas.

"You can't escape me. Open those gorgeous eyes before I decide to pluck them out so I can stare at them all day," Tey whispers right into my ear like the devil, his hot breath causing goosebumps to pebble my arms.

His words register a second later, and my eyes snap open as I look over my shoulder at him to see his eyes crinkled at the corner from laughter but oh so serious.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Tey! It's too damn early for crazy talk. Either take her or shut the fuck up." Dalton's chest rumbles against my chest, his voice grumpy from being woken up before the sun decides to even rise.

"Take me? Really?" I mock his grumpy tone, glaring at him when I turn back toward Dalton, but he's already rolling away from me with an arm over his eyes before a snore sounds from his lush, parted lips.

"Great idea. I'm kidnapping you for the day. All mine. Whatever shall I do with you?" Tey whispers excitedly and makes me squeal as he tightens his arm around me, pulling me out of bed to scoop me in his arms, bridal style.

"You should put me back in bed, tuck me in, and tell me I'm pretty while going back to sleep," I sass, trying to glare, but it's hard when he's smiling so lovingly down at me.

He could be thinking I'm God's gift to him or taking my eyeballs to admire from a glass jar. I can never tell. Oh well, I know he loves me, so I'll take what I can get.

"Nope. But you are pretty. I like pretty things," he says, popping the P as he strides to the bathroom and sets me on the counter while petting my hair as if I'm a cute little puppy snuggled in his arms.

Without another word, he wets my toothbrush with toothpaste and hands it to me with an arched eyebrow, daring me to test him by disobeying his silent demand. I quickly brush my teeth with a groan, blurry-eyed, and wondering why I'm up so early. Last night was emotionally exhausting, but one of the best nights I can add to the growing list since meeting my guys. I broke Logan in the most beautiful ways, and he made me feel so complete that I never had to question his motives again. Never doubt us.

I feel so free and light. It's an odd feeling, but I never want to lose it.

I hop off the counter to rinse my mouth, glancing up at the mirror to see Tey leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a soft smile. He looks peaceful and calm, which I haven't seen before. I go about washing my face, unable to keep my eyes off him for only a few seconds. Drying off, I spin around to him and wrap my arms around his waist, placing my chin on his chest while gazing up at him with a smile.

"Where are we going?" I try to put more of a chipper tone in my voice, needing to stay positive when I'd really like to crawl back into bed and ignore all my troubles.

"I want you to see how I grew up. I've seen all the bad and ugly in this fucked-up world, but not all of it is horrible. You shared everything with us, and I want to do the same," he says while swaying us in place, his smile contagiously spreading, that I can't help returning one of my own that doesn't feel forced.

"Whatever you want, baby." I reach up on my toes and peck a quick kiss on his cheek before separating from him to walk into my closet.

"Don't say things like that. I want a lot from you. Are you willing to give up your mind and body to me?" His voice is low, and his body is inches from my exposed back as I whip off Dom's t-shirt. I can see his shadow overtake mine in the dim lighting.

I don't say anything as I dress in soft, stretchy shorts and a loose tank top. I thought he would have understood by now, but I guess I have to actually say it. After the dungeon sex last night, I was carried up the stairs by Logan, and I could hear the guys following as they laughed and joked around. My freaking heart could have burst out of my chest and flopped around in joy. I have a family. Living a dangerous life takes a toll on you, but these moments of happiness are worth it.

Logan and Tey cleaned me thoughtfully in the warm shower without being too overly sexual. They took their sweet time, taking care of me after. It was the calming movements of their big hands that helped relax me while I helped wash off the blood splattered all over Tey's hands, all the way up to his elbows. After that, Lo picked me up again, like he couldn't bear to let me go even for a second. Dom took his shirt off and placed it over my head the moment we emerged from the bathroom into the master suite, I could only smell the dark chocolate and spicy scent that was naturally his. We all gathered in the living room as I sat on Logan's lap sideways on the couch, and Dalton brushed my hair carefully through each tangle as I leaned my shoulder against his chest. No one brought up business or what the next day would hold; it was just light topics in hushed tones as a movie played in the background on low volume. I must have drifted off at some point because I didn't even wake up as I was placed in Dom's bed. I guess it's our bed now; we might need a bigger one to fit us all.

"I'd let you cut me open, bleeding just for you, until I'm drained and just an empty vessel. If it were my very last breath, I would die with a smile on my face because it's your face I'm seeing last with my blood smeared all over you. I'm all yours, Tey." I gasp as I find myself suddenly upside down. Tey has thrown me over his shoulder and is currently running out of the room with a manic laugh as I bounce against his shoulder.

"I love you so fucking much, Tillie. You have no idea," he says out of breath, running out the front door without shutting it.

"Jesus. Put me down!" My giggles can't be contained as he smacks my ass and stops by the garage doors that are opening just as he slides me down off his shoulder.

Everything spins until all I can see are Tey's bright blue eyes as he squishes my face between his hands.

"We have a surprise for you. I'm finally going to be your bitch!" Tey pumps his hands in the air and whistles just as the garage door opens.

Dom is leaning against a pitch-black crotch rocket with his hands in his pockets and a broad grin. His white button-down shirt is open, leaving all his abs to my hungry gaze.

"Hey, mama." Dom's deep, accented Spanish voice feels like he caresses my skin, rubbing me in all the right ways. "Don't drive too fast, I don't want my queen hurt." He swaggers over me with cocky confidence as I bite my lip, looking him up and down. Is it hot in here? It should be illegal how good he looks as he places a pair of keys in my limp hand.

I can't believe this motorcycle is for me. My mouth drops in shock as I deny what's right in front of me. I look at the shiny surface of the bike that shows my reflection and back at Dom. My eyes don't know where to look first. Smooth, tan lines of Dom's abs as his shirt blows in the warm breeze, freaking looking like a Calvin Klein commercial, or the big smile stretching over Tey's face as he watches my head whip back and forth. I probably look like a cartoon character with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open to catch flies.

"I-I don't know what to say! This is too much," I cry out, feeling a pinch in my chest, because I don't think I'll ever get used to surprises or presents.

"Don't say anything. Let us spoil you. We want to give you everything; accept it because it's too good for us, mama. It's worth seeing your eyes sparkle in warmth and joy." Dom holds my face between his large palms, placing a kiss on my forehead as light as a feather as he takes a deep breath.

"Stop sniffing her as if she's the best high you've ever had. Gimme! My turn!" Tey grumbles with a pout as his face appears next to ours; he's trying to wedge himself between us as if feeling left out.

I giggle, and a sensation like I'm floating comes over me. I want every day to be like this. No worries, no pressure—just us being, well, us. Almost normal.

Almost.

We'll never be normal like those people out there who get up in the morning with a smile and do the same thing every single day. Our lives will probably always be fireworks and explosions, but at least we can take them one step at a time. Days like today.

"Fine." I fake a sulky pout as if it's the worst thing ever to get a bike as a present.

Tey laughs and swings me around in a circle in his arms until I feel like I'm going to puke. Dizzy, he sets me down next to the bike and hops on, scooting back to make room for me in front of him. I'm excitedly jumping up and down, I can hardly wait to feel the thrill of driving fast and the bike vibrating between my legs. I'm just about to swing my leg over the small seat while grabbing the handlebars when a throat clears loudly behind me.

Spinning around, I skip back to Dom with a grin and stand on my toes with my hands sliding up his impressive chest until they rest against his broad shoulders. He stares down at me, a slow, pleased smile stretching across his handsome, tan face as he lowers his face to mine.

How the hell did I get so lucky landing men who are sexy as fuck? If I had a rosary, I'd be kissing the cross and thanking baby Jesus for sending me these dangerous, wicked men with muscles that I can admire and drool all over.

"I'm going to show you just how appreciative I am when we return," I emphasize by sliding my hand down to his belt and tugging at it, skimming my nails over the dips and ridges of his waist. "Thank you, Papi."

His nostrils flare as I slam our mouths together, flickering my tongue along his full bottom lip with a moan. He tastes like sin and dark chocolate. I'm addicted, my mouth fusing to his as he takes control of the kiss, sliding his big hand under my hair and gripping it tight. Angling his head, his tongue snakes against mine, stroke for stroke, lighting my body up and silently begging for more as I bite his lip. The growl that pushes up his throat has my pussy throbbing and my silk underwear drenched in seconds.

Am I forever going to walk around with wet panties around these men? I should probably carry around extra underwear, just in case.

"Be good." His tone is demanding yet smooth, with a throaty purr that promises more of his lips on my body later.

"Flower, I'm dying over here. My dick could cut granite. Please put me out of my misery," Tey groans behind us, and when I turn to walk back over to him, his arms are crossed over his chest, his black-painted nails tapping on his bicep as he pouts.

"Poor baby. Does it hurt?" I widen my eyes, straining not to smile as his eyes fill with actual tears.

"My balls are blue, Tillie. Blue! Help me?" he begs as one tear leaks down his sharp cheekbones, leaving a wet spot on his black t-shirt as it falls.

"I love you, but the fact you can produce tears this quickly scares me." I grab his hand as he uncrosses his arms and brings his finger up to my parted lips.

His eyes clear up real quick as I suck his index finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around until I bite down hard enough to almost break skin while staring into his blue gaze. Releasing him with a pop, I lean forward and swipe my tongue up his cheek to catch a tear on his jaw. I hum under my breath and pull back with a wide grin at the glazed look in his eyes.

"I'm never letting you go. You can never hide; however far you run, I'll always find you." Tey draws in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he runs his tongue over his teeth, just as he grabs me around the waist and places me in front of him on the bike like I weigh next to nothing.

"Fuck." Dom drags a hand down his face and mutters something under his breath as he turns back to the garage door that leads into the house.

I can't help laughing wickedly, for I live to bring chaos and spice to their lives, and I'll always tease them. I start the bike, the engine vibration between my thighs as Tey plasters himself to my back, his cock grinding up against my ass as his breath warms my ear.

"You'll pay for that later. I bite back." His sinister tone holds a dark promise and I can't help shivering.

"I can hardly wait." I moan as I slowly press on the gas out of the garage, wondering why we aren't back in bed instead of pulling out of the gates and onto the road.

The moment we are out of the fancy, rich neighborhood, Tey points to the left. I follow his silent instructions without saying a word while pushing down on the gas so that the bike's front tire lifts slightly off the ground. Tey chuckles in my ear, his hands clenching my hips as the wind whips at our hair while I weave between cars at a neck-breaking speed.

I missed this. The sun on my skin, freedom always within reach. It's even better having Tey hold onto me as he howls like a wild animal into the wind.

Twenty minutes later, after Tey gave me directions by pointing each time we needed to turn, we were pulling into a run-down neighborhood. Some of the homes look abandoned, with dead grass on the front lawns, while others are littered with trash and fold-up lawn chairs. Not all of the houses are bad; we pass a home with an elderly lady sitting in a chair on her porch as she waves at us.

"Good morning, Rita!" Tey shouts out cheerfully; he must like her if he's being less of a psycho.

He points to a house at the end of the block—a faded yellow home with overgrown grass and a cracked driveway. I park us on the curb in front of the house and turn the bike off. Tey slides off the back and grabs my waist, lifting me off the seat before I even have a chance to swing my leg over. He hugs me to his chest, and I can't help but melt against him with my head resting right over where his heart is. The steady thump makes my shoulders relax. I hadn't even realized I was nervous about meeting people he cared about. Over the sound of his heart, I can hear the shouting of a couple a few houses down and the overexcited high shrieks of children playing in the backyard of Tey's foster home.

"Come on, sweets." Tey pulls back, running his hand over the top of my head with a grin that brings out the dimple on his left cheek.

Walking hand in hand to the front door, it opens before we can step onto the crumbling front porch.

"Tey! You're back!" a little boy shouts gleefully and launches himself into Tey's arms the moment we are standing in front of the door.

Tey lets go of my hand to catch the boy, who can't be older than five. They both laugh as Tey holds the kid to his side with one arm, his other hand rubbing small circles over his Superman t-shirt that has a few holes under the armpits.

"I said I would be. I always keep my promises, don't I, little man?" Tey tickles the kid's sides, making him wiggle and shriek in laughter.

I can't stop grinning; I love seeing Tey this way. He's good with kids, which is probably why he's constantly slipping in little hints that he wants to knock me up. He wants me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, or, in his case… in the dungeon. He can keep dreaming; I'm not even sure if I want kids. Me, a mother? I can picture a somewhat hazy image of a little girl with Tey's electric blue eyes and long black hair that resembles Nicky. It's impossible to get pregnant by two men at the same time, but that's all I'm seeing if I ever want to have a child. Dalton would be her protector, teaching her how to be independent while dressing up for tea parties if she demanded it. Logan would be stern but doting, to the point that she would be spoiled as hell. She'd be a little psycho like Tey, probably killing someone at the young age of six while Tey cheered her on with love shining in his gaze. Nicky would be bossy, creating a mini version of him. And my King, Dom, would treat her like a princess.

If it was a boy, I'd pray for him every night because he'd turn out just like his daddies.

My God.

We would all be doomed if we had children. They'd be monsters, but our little monsters. I can't believe I'm picturing this. Can I see myself being a mother?

Yeah, I think I can, but only with my guys by my side. I can't see myself raising a child with anyone else.

I'd teach my kid that it's okay to cry, to be happy, or to be angry. That if she or he falls, they can get right back up. I'll be there every step of the way.

I'm losing my mind over here, and I'm seconds away from having a panic attack. What the hell am I thinking? I'm not even out of high school yet.

Crap. I have baby on the brain, and I haven't even received a diploma. I'm too young to be a mom! Everyone just needs to chill here and take some deep breaths before I spiral into a panic attack. I think I'm the only one freaking out. This is all Tey's fault.

I try to distract my thoughts with something else so I don't end up attacking Tey and demanding he put a baby in me.

Think, Tillie. Think!

What is boring and not life-threatening at the moment… Ah! Got it! School.

I imagine my fist pumping in the air and patting myself on the back. School is a normal subject; everyone worries about it. Not me so much. It's better than being kidnapped, tortured, and kidnapped again. I'm probably not graduating now after missing so much fucking school. I used to be proud of that one thing I had control over before I came to California. Good grades are something I could say I achieved myself. Unless I pull a Dalton and just get my GED.

One step at a time. I have to remind myself.

Someone's always trying to kill me every few days; I deserve a freaking break. I'll worry about it later. Maybe Nicky can tutor me; he's too smart for his own good, plus he'll like bossing me around.

"Arthur, meet my gorgeous Tillie. Gorgeous, this is King Arthur," Tey introduces us with a grin, pulling me out of my crazy thoughts.

I'm about to say hi and ask the little guy if he thinks Tey is a good big brother since he seems great with children, but I quickly change my mind.

He holds Arthur away from his body and crouches just before he launches the kid in the air over his head. My heart fucking drops down to my ass as Arthur screams, looking like he's flying like Superman, so high up over Tey.

"Tey!" I shriek, clutching my chest in panic with both hands as I reach out as if to catch Arthur.

I breathe out a relieved sigh as Tey catches him, both of them turning their heads to look at me like I'm crazy for yelling and fluttering around them like a mother hen.

"Calm down, Til. We do this all the time. No one ever threw you up in the air?" Tey questions me, setting Arthur down on the driveway when he sees my worried expression.

I can't help but think the kid will end up in space with how high Tey was throwing him. Or break all his bones if he falls.

"Maybe don't toss kids around me like you're juggling them. Okay?" I choke out, watching as Arthur gives me a weird look as if I'm the crazy one, just before he takes off to run into the backyard.

"I promise not to throw kids around you anymore, precious," Tey coos, leading me into the house while rubbing my back in soothing circles.

I squint my eyes at him, noticing he didn't mention he wouldn't throw kids even if I wasn't around him. Smooth and easy words come off his tongue like silk. I can pretend I didn't know I was being lied to for peace of mind and all that jazz.

"Fucker," I hiss out of the corner of my mouth and pinch his side, hiding my own grin as he chuckles under his breath with a shrug.

Rolling my eyes, I look away to hide my amusement and take in the room we are standing in. Faded orange carpet that kind of smells a little like mildew covers the living room flooring, but at least it looks somewhat clean. I glance around, taking in the ninety's furniture and the peeling wallpaper in the dining room that I can see through a doorway. It's a small home, but it doesn't seem too bad. I've seen a lot worse. Two kids are playing a video game as they shove each other on the couch while yelling at the screen. The preteens completely ignore Tey and me as he leads me through a swinging wooden door into a kitchen.

Instantly, the smell of cigarettes and spoiled milk hits my nostrils, and my gaze snags on the baby bottles littering the counter. As for the smoke, it's coming from the woman sitting at the kitchen table, muttering under her breath as a cigarette dangles from her mouth. She ignores the whimpering baby in the high chair, focusing on the quarter she's using for a scratch-off.

Tey tenses next to me, his arm dropping from my back as he stalks forward on silent feet over to the older woman. I watch as he reaches behind his back, his shirt rising up to show the glint of his knife as he pulls it out of his belt with a quiet slick. I cross my arms and lean back against a counter to watch the show. The lady doesn't even know the danger she's about to find herself in. It's like watching a snake move silently and stealthily. If you suddenly move too quickly, it will strike viciously and fatally. Tey is at the stage of watching her with his head tilted to the side, a few steps away. Studying her.

I huff quietly under my breath, wondering if I need to search for a body bag around here. There's probably one in Tey's room, no doubt, but I wasn't really looking forward to helping him hide a body today.

Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Gloria," Tey says in a low voice, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin and causing Gloria to jump in her chair with a yelp. "Tell me you haven't been ignoring Izzy for a scratch-off you'll never win."

Menacing.

That's the energy currently surrounding Tey.

"N-No. I was, uh, just about to feed her." Gloria bangs her shin against the table as she quickly stands up, her cigarette hanging from her mouth, until she notices Tey glaring at her. "I just lit it; I'll put it out. It's bad for kids to be around, ya know? I really have to quit." She fumbles with her hands and puts out her cigarette, which is clearly half-smoked already, as she dumps it in her glass of water.

"Don't bother." Tey swirls his knife between his knuckles, walking around the kitchen with a look of disgust at the dirty dishes lining the counter and the empty fridge as he pulls the door open. "Go to the grocery store before I decide to stuff your body in the fridge instead."

She was already inching toward the kitchen door when he started walking around, and by the time he closed the fridge, the kitchen door was flopping back and forth.

"I've never seen someone run so fast. Is this a recurring thing?" I state this, gesturing around the kitchen with a frown as I walk over to the baby.

Hell.

I would have helped him stuff Gloria in the fridge. I have an eye for seeing the bullshit and bad in people; she obviously doesn't give a shit about the kids. Maybe it's all for the paycheck for her, but then again, what do I know? This house is probably a lot better than most places; some foster parents shouldn't be allowed near children, much less take care of them.

"Yeah," Tey mutters darkly, his brows furrowed as he stares at me while I gently grab the baby out of her high chair and rock her side to side until her little whimpers quiet down. "That's why I haven't left. If I'm not here looking out for them, who will?"

"I hate this so much. How can anyone ignore this little cute chunkster?" I coo at the baby, smiling as her wide eyes slowly blink as she stares up at me like she's wondering who the hell I am.

Tey groans out loud. My gaze looks up from the baby to see him leaning forward over the counter as he grips the edges until his knuckles are white. He stares at me unnervingly, not even blinking, and it starts to make me nervous. What is going on in his head?

He clears his throat and reaches for the baby bottle sitting next to the sink, checking the temperature while still staring at me. He nods his head to the left, indicating that I should follow him as he walks out of the kitchen. I glance down at the baby with a wary look, wondering if we should make a break for it. Whenever Tey gets quiet and has that special twinkle in his blue eyes, crazy shit is about to go down.

"Tillie, come here. Bring Izzy," Tey calls from somewhere that sounds like the back of the house.

"Izzy. That's such a cute name, cutie pie." I make silly faces at baby Izzy as I follow where I think his voice came from.

The baby doesn't even know I'm sweating bullets over here because Tey hardly ever uses my name. I walk past the living room, where the kids are still playing a video game, and see a dark hallway off to the left. I figure that's where he went. His head peeks out of a doorway near the end of the hall before he disappears. Stopping at the threshold, my gaze bounces around, trying to take everything about Tey's room in at once.

I was expecting medieval torture devices as decor and maybe a naked chick poster here and there... I was way off. His bedding is a blue comforter with a brown nightstand and a lamp next to his left bedside. That's the most normal thing in here.

The walls… Dear God. The walls!

Unicorn and rainbow posters line his walls. He even has a poster of a rainbow with a cat riding on the unicorn's back. It's very, um, Tey.

"I like what you did with the place," I choke out, avoiding looking at the windows at all costs because I'll lose it if I see the pink, glittery curtains up close.

"Thanks, babe. Really makes the place bright, the creme de la creme." His facial expression is so serious that I know he's not joking.

He's lucky I love him and his love for mystical creatures.

"Want me to feed her?" I gesture toward the bottle in his hand, changing the subject before he tries to tell me he's going to be in charge of decorating our future home.

"Naw. Hand her here. I love feeding the lil stinker. She gets this dreamy, peaceful look on her face. Plus, she doesn't know the horrible ways of the world yet. Completely innocent."

My heart cracks open at his words, wondering how old he was when he first learned that life isn't all rainbows and gumdrops. I eye his room more curiously after I hand Izzy over to him, placing myself in his shoes. I think I can appreciate his decorating, trying to keep life bright and silly in his safe space. I'll have to sit the guys down before we find our forever home because they won't get to make one peep over Tey's love for unicorn decorating. I guess I'm going to hand the interior design plans to him if it makes him feel at peace in his own home.

My gaze snaps over to him as he softly sings to the baby, something about a knife and slicing. His black shirt strains against his biceps as he cradles her in his arms, swaying from side to side. I love seeing his dangerous, big hands holding her little head so carefully as she sucks away happily at her bottle while staring up at Tey with a content look. I must have gasped or moaned. I don't fucking know or care. I'm so turned on right now that I'm surprised the wetness pooling between my thighs isn't sliding down my legs.

"You've got a little bit of drool, peaches." Tey smirks knowingly, leaning forward to swipe his thumb over the corner of my mouth.

I would deny it and be embarrassed, but seeing him hold the baby distracts me enough not to care. Sharing his safe space with me while cradling the cute baby with his big bicep and holding her so gently is making me almost dizzy. Seeing him caring for the foster kids and wanting the best for them warms my heart. It also makes my ovaries explode, making my temperature rise with the need to demand Tey put a baby in me. Little Teys running around, causing chaos. They might turn out to be cute little psychos like their daddy, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Tey?" I croak out, feeling flushed.

"Yes, precious?" He's glancing down at baby Izzy, but he whips his head up so fast at my next words that I'm afraid he's got whiplash.

"I wonder if our children will have your eyes or mine?" I hum in thought, biting my lip to contain my giggle as he mouths the word fuck as he stares at me with wide, excited, bright blue eyes.

"Don't tease me, Tillie," he says so seriously all of a sudden. "I'll put a baby in you so fast, awake or sleeping. My cum is the only thing you'll feel between those juicy thighs until you're pregnant, and then I'll do it all over again for baby number two."

My legs actually tremble, and I feel fucking weak in the knees.

Must. Remember. Now. Is. Not. The. Time. For. Kids.

"Shit." Tey's face is set in stone, his pupils dilating as he storms out of the room with the baby without another word.

I stand there next to his bed, shaking my head to clear it, wondering if I should have followed him.

"I want your panties off and your ankles by your ears. Now. Don't make me repeat myself. You have two seconds to get into position so I can devour this fucking pussy." Tey's voice in my ear makes me jump, choking on a gasp as I spin around to see him standing not even an inch away without the baby.

"W-What happened to Izzy?" I ask with a slight quiver in my voice as I stare at his empty hands.

"She's with Gloria. I threatened Gloria that I'd cut her up in tiny pieces and feed her scraps to the hungry stray dogs around the neighborhood if she didn't take care of the baby," he says with a shrug and then suddenly moves quicker than I can follow. His big hand curls around my throat, making me gasp in surprise. "Do I need to repeat myself, peaches? Believe me when I say you don't want me to because I'll have to edge you for hours by licking this gorgeous pussy," he emphasizes by squeezing my throat hard enough that my breath cuts off.

I flood my underwear, wondering if he'll choke me until I pass out. Will he continue to eat me out even if I'm not conscious? What does that say about me when he squeezes my throat in a rhythm with the opening and closing of his hand, and my pussy matches the beat?

I need more of his crazy.

"Ca-Can you use your knife?" I gulp around his hand, my gaze burning into his as my body shivers in excitement under the pressure he adds with each word out of my mouth.

"Fuck. You know I can't say no to you, my little snickerdoodle." Tey applies pressure with a deep, dark chuckle escaping him, leaning over me as I fall back on his bed with him towering over me.

He stares at me for a second without blinking, his one arm bulging with muscles as he holds his body up over mine while he chokes me out with his other hand. I know he's holding back because out of the corner of my eye, I see his fist near my head clench his bedspread.

"Do it," I rasp out with noticeable excitement and desire.

I can't help grasping his wrist until my fingers are gliding up to his knuckles, encouraging him to squeeze tighter.

"You kill me in the most beautiful way, Tillie." His thumb and index tighten to the point black dots fill my vision, his face fading in and out until I can see his bright blue eyes. "Don't move."

Gasping for breath and coughing with an inhale of air once he lets go of me, I watch him push up until he's kneeling between my spread thighs with a wicked smile curving his perfect, sculpted lips. He reaches into his right boot and pulls out his knife, which reflects the sunlight coming in from his bedroom window. I've seen him polish his knife at the kitchen table for hours and talk to the shiny metal as if it's a person. Even though I asked for this, I can't help gulping loudly as he drags the tip of the blade down the column of my throat as I arch my neck back. I trust him completely, but it's still scary as fuck, yet oddly exhilarating.

Hot.

At this rate, I should stop wearing underwear because they are constantly soaking wet.

I squirm as he draws his knife back and forth, oh so slowly, across my collarbone and down between my breasts. It almost tickles until he nics me on purpose, breaking through my skin and drawing a straight line of blood across my left breast.

"So pretty. I want to mark you so badly it physically hurts not to see my cuts on your skin like a map." He bends down, his blond hair tickling my neck as his long, smooth tongue licks the blood away as I stare up at the ceiling, moaning.

"Shh. You need to be quiet, or I'll stop. It's been my dream to see you in my bed, Sweet Cherry. Don't make a sound." I tilt my head down, my gaze clashing with his as he stares up at me between my breasts with bloody lips.

He licks his bottom lip, skimming over the hoop piercing on the right side of his mouth. My chest heaves, knowing I'm going to be feeling his lip ring and tongue piercing really fucking soon.

"Please," I whisper with a whimper as he places his knife between his teeth. He then crawls backwards on his knees while staring at me the whole time until his thighs brush against my feet.

Without a word, he starts dragging my pants and underwear down my legs until they are tangled at my ankles as my thighs open until my knees are touching the bed covering. I'm spread open like a butterfly and to his hungry gaze as he bites down on his knife until blood starts welling at the corners of his mouth. My legs are already shaking, and he hasn't even put his mouth on my pussy yet.

I'm desperate for him. So wholly and utterly desperate that I'd do anything for him just so I can feel his mouth on me. I watch, transfixed, as he pulls his knife away from his mouth and glides the smooth metal flat up the inside of my thigh. Red starts to seep from a thin line with just the barest hint of pain.

I hiss through my teeth and fist the sheets as I try not to move a muscle as he circles the tip of his blade on my pelvic bone. He's toying with me. That evil, pleased glint in his eyes says as much, but at least I'm not the only one affected. His pupils are blown so wide that it's almost hard to see the bright ring of blue. I stop breathing altogether as he swirls his knife between his fingers so fast, and the hilt suddenly slides through my wetness over my labia, the handle glistening with my juices seeping out of my pussy. He grins in delight, his gaze staring so intently between my legs as he circles the hilt at my entrance and slowly inserts it half an inch before pulling away. We both watch the handle leave my pussy as he holds it up with a groan, a string of my arousal sticky as it hangs from between my thighs and his knife. His fist grips the curved edge of his blade as blood starts dripping out of the creases of his knuckles and right over my pussy.

"Fuck. Look at this mess, baby." Tey groans deeply in the back of his throat again, his fingers sweeping over my pussy, collecting the wetness between us and smearing it over the handle of the knife as if he's stroking his cock. "You're going to squirt all over my face. In my fucking mouth until I'm almost drowning in you. When I've had my thirst satisfied, I'll spit it into your mouth as you open wide like the good girl you are for me."

He states so filthily, my hips lifting up off the bed for him as a needy noise leaves my mouth. His tone is firm, downright wicked, even as his breathing picks up and his pierced cock bulges in his dark jeans down his thigh. My mouth goes dry, already imagining how the metal balls on either side of his cock are going to feel rubbing against my inner walls in all the right spots.

"Tey. Fucking eat me! I need to feel your tongue deep inside of me—" I stop talking, my words cut off as he spits right on my pussy and slowly, so fucking slow, pushes the handle into me without giving me a warning.

I'm a rambling mess and can hardly think straight as all my thoughts are consumed by him and the pleasure he's about to give me. My breath stalls in the back of my throat as I arch my head back. He twists his knife in a tight grip as his blood mixes with the wetness leaking out of me like a faucet. I can feel the ridges on the handle each time he pulls it slightly out with a twist of his wrist and pushes it back in just as fast. It's painfully slow, drawing out my pleasure to the point tears gather in my eyes. I don't move, knowing he can cut me any moment with just a twitch of my leg, yet my pussy is gripping so tight around the hilt as if to keep it buried deep inside of me.

"You love this, don't you?" he whispers in awe, looking down as he slides the knife in and out.

I can only moan, the sound echoing off his walls before he slides his other hand up my belly, between my breasts, until his hand is gripping around my throat like a permanent necklace.

"Shh. Shh. Naughty Tillie. What did I say?" Tey taunts, ramming the handle into me roughly as I gasp for air. He opens his fist and closes it again before I can even take a deep breath.

My body starts shaking, being that I'm already so close to falling over the edge and soaking his bedsheets. He lets up a little, pulsing his hand on my throat with an open and close of his fist so I can answer him.

"I'll be quiet… but only if you make me," I rasp out faintly with a blissed-out grin spreading over my face as he collars me again, a deep, devious chuckle leaving his sinful mouth.

"Hail fucking Satan for sending me a soul that matches my own," Tey whispers as he props his elbow between my spread thighs as he pumps the knife fast inside me until we can both hear how wet I am.

His hot breath rushes over my sensitive skin, making me shiver just as his long tongue slides out and the shiny metal at the end of his tongue flicks at my clit at a rapid speed that surprises me.

I would be screaming, but you know, Tey choking me like he might want to kill me.

That's true love.

"Oh, God. Right there. Right there!" I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper the harder he squeezes my throat as tears leak down my cheeks.

When Tey really focuses and puts his attention to something, he's all in. The only sound I can hear is the slurping noises as he laps me as if I'm his last meal. I glance down at my body and gasp as his eyes flick up to mine. His mouth is shiny with my juices while his tongue curls and swirls around the hilt of the knife as it plunges fast in and out of me. He doesn't seem to give a fuck how close his face is to the sharp edges of the knife.

"T-Tey," I whimper as he lets me breathe for a split second before choking me again.

A thin line of blood wells high on his cheekbone as the knife cuts him, and he doesn't fucking let up. My legs start trembling as he increases fucking me with the handle and moving his mouth back up to lightly suck on my clit before pulsing his tongue and starting all over again at a slow pace. Every sensation narrows down to the feel of his plump lips suctioning me, giving little flicks of the tip of his tongue, and breathing hot breaths that make me tremble until his bed is shaking from my body. He keeps doing this before suddenly sucking hard on my swollen, sensitive clit and chuckling darkly as my hips lift off the mattress to ride his face. My stomach clenches as he keeps going from eating me slow to fast every couple of seconds. I can't see as tears continue to fill my eyes at how intense the feelings course through me, my toes curling in pleasure as my legs shake so hard I'm scared I'm accidentally going to move and end up stabbing myself.

"Let go, peaches. Give me all your pleasure because it's fucking mine," Tey mutters against my clit as he flicks his tongue side to side before sucking me back between his wide lips.

He's done edging me. Fucking finally. He looks up at me as I watch his pierced tongue vibrate and swirl around my clit, the lower half of his face is covered in my juices. He doesn't let up even as tears stream down my face or as pressure hits me in the lower stomach, a tightness that has my back arching off the bed just as I start to come. My pussy grips the handle of the knife so tightly he can hardly move it out of me. However, he does at the last second as my orgasm hits me hard.

I choke around his hand as he quickly sits back on his knees between my thighs with his hair falling over his forehead, and we both watch as I squirt all over him. The comforter is soaked beneath my ass, looking like an endless spray while he circles his thumb over and over my clit.

"Fuck. Yes. Just like that. Get me all wet, baby." Tey groans quietly, watching with awe and rapt attention between my shaking legs as my pussy gapes open and closed with more wetness leaking out to soak his shirt and pants.

He releases his hand around my throat just as I felt I was going to pass out. I suck in a deep breath, falling back on the bed in a daze. He ducks down real quick and curls his tongue inside of me with his whole mouth wide open around my whole pussy. I jerk and whimper as he crawls up my body.

With a head nod, he taps my chin and I open my mouth on the silent command once he's hovering over my parted lips. His jaw moves back and forth as if he's swishing something in his mouth just before he spits my cum down my throat. His lips barely touch mine, but it's enough that every drop he collected from my pussy fills my wide-open mouth.

"Holy shit," I rasp once I've swallowed, my whole body won't stop trembling.

"Feel good?" he teases, bringing his knife up to his mouth and sucking the wet handle between his lips until it comes away clean.

"I think you're trying to kill me." I cough, struggling to sit up on my elbows until I can reach his face.

My tongue darts out to lick away the blood from his jaw to the cut on his cheekbone. Copper, a little salty and purely Tey, coats my taste buds. His eyes are closed with a tiny smirk on his lips as I pull away.

"Not today. You'll know when I'm trying to kill you," he says so innocently that I can't tell if he's serious or not.

I mean, I'll take his word for it. If he wanted me dead, I'd be dead. It's as simple as that. I just have to trust him that today won't be the last time I stop breathing.

Maybe tomorrow or the next week, months from now, or years, I just have to live in the moment because I'm never going to look over my shoulder and wonder if I'll die today.