Chapter 17

Emilia

His face was relaxed, and his warm brown eyes were softer than I'd ever seen them before. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but since they were strapped down, all I could do was look at him.

"We are going to have a hot bath and then do this properly in my bed," he whispered before kissing me.

My eyes closed instantly as his mouth covered mine. It was a slow and tender kiss as if he were making love to my mouth until his tongue surged into my mouth. I felt his dick jerk inside of me. I should thank my Dad for chasing off all my potential boyfriends because I was glad that Cyrus was my first.

He broke off the kiss, and I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself off me. He held my legs apart as he pulled himself out of me. I stifled a moan at feeling empty, as did so. He stared at my pussy before he rubbed my clit. When I felt his cum being to dribble out, his hand covered my pussy as he began to smear his cum all over me.

"Beautiful," he said as he continued to stare at my pussy. "Blood and cum all over your pussy. That sweet cherry is well and truly popped."

I glanced down at his dick, and towards the base, I saw my blood on him. It made me smile because we both got what we wanted. I frowned because I remembered we hadn't used any birth control, but before I could say anything, he was off the table and untying me from it. He scooped me up into his arms, walked through the house butt-naked and carried me upstairs into his bedroom. Once he laid me on the bed, he walked into his bathroom, leaving me to stare at his ass cheeks.

He did have a nice ass.

**

The bath had been soothing, but each time I brought up birth control, he shut me down. He was pig-headed because the only thing he said was that there wouldn't ever be any pills or condoms between us. To my dismay, he'd laughed hysterically when I asked if he was a Catholic.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked when I was about to leave the bedroom.

"I need to get my shorts and T-shirt," I said as I turned around to face him.

"No need, we're going to sleep naked," he said as he crossed his arms across his chest like a diva.

"Good luck with that when I'm on my period," I muttered as I returned to the bed.

"Do you seriously think a little blood would put me off?" he scoffed.

"Good point," I said as I pulled the covers up.

The man was a freak when it came to my blood. He'd had fun spending at least ten minutes ‘cleaning' my pussy in his giant bathtub. As soon as I lay on the bed, he dragged me towards him, and his hand cupped my ass.

"Are you sore?" he asked as his hand slipped from my ass to push between my legs.

I couldn't help but smile at his question.

"Would it matter if I was?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Nah, I'd probably wait until you were asleep and fuck you using some lube," he said with a boyish grin.

I smoothed his hair away from his forehead and left my hand on his stubbled cheek. "And you have the audacity to call me crazy," I said as I shook my head at him.

"It's why we are perfect together," he said as he pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me.

I put my hands on his chest, loving the feel of the hair beneath my hands. I moved my hands over to his shoulders and biceps. His skin was soft, but his muscles were hard. I scowled at him when I thought of another woman touching him.

His eyes narrowed on mine, and he paused in pushing my legs open with his knee. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"If I ever catch another woman's hands on you, I will make what happens in your kill room look like fucking child's play," I snapped at him, but my fingernails dug into his arms.

"Yeah? What are you going to do, little girl?" he said with a dark gleam in his eyes.

"I will leave that to your imagination, but I can be very creative when I need to be," I said with a tight smile.

His brow furrowed together as he searched my face until his eyes widened.

"You've killed someone before," he said before a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Perhaps," I said lightly.

He moved over me and knelt over my stomach with his legs on either side of me. I glanced down to see his dick which stood upwards, and his balls rested on my belly. He took my wrists and pinned them onto the bed.

"Tell me."

"I lived with my grandparents when I went to university. I was too young to stay in the dorms because I left high school too early. My Dad got me private tuition to fill the gap between the two. Anyway, a few guys thought they could try to take advantage of me and my friends. I watched as they tried to roofie a friend at a party. They all mysteriously vanished. The end."

"You killed them all because of what they were about to do?" he asked with a confused frown.

"No, I confirmed that it wasn't their first time. They had gang-raped a girl before. There were others who never came forward," I said as I remembered getting advice from my Grandmother.

My Grandmother was furious when I told her what was happening and she insisted on helping me. No matter what I said, nothing would dissuade her. The guys had been at the Uni for a few years, and they had no remorse for what they'd done. Before that incident, I'd only made people sick through my various ‘natural' concoctions.

When I glanced at Cyrus, he had a bleak look on his face, and I knew he was thinking about his sister. He changed his name from Robert Wickman to Cyrus Wicke a few years after his sister committed suicide. I grew up surrounded by a loving family, but I think Cyrus had only ever known love from his sister. He didn't let anyone penetrate his world. I knew because I devoured every piece of information I uncovered about him.

"We are getting married as soon as I can get a license organised," he said with fierce determination on his face.

"Uh, you will need to meet my family first. My Dad is a bit uh—sensitive," I said as I scrunched up my face at the thought of the two of them being in the same room.

I could foresee a bloody wedding if I didn't get my Grandmother and Mum on board.

Fuck. This was moving faster than I thought it would.