Chapter 16

Witnessing pain and pleasure mesh into one is truly an underrated aphrodisiac. Even though I wish it was my split tongue that her body thrashed against instead of her friend's, the look of her face when I slipped her another harsh dose of reality was well worth the restraint I had to display.

I look to where my little hellcat remains seated and surprisingly not charging for the door I just locked. Now that we are finally alone, the real fun can begin.

"Look at me," I command, back propped against the wooden door. But of course, my little brat is being extra defiant, turning her head the other way, causing her black as night hair to cover her face.

"No," she says, in an adorably firm tone. As if her refusal means anything to me.

"You know," I begin, walking to where she sits with her thighs clenched. "It's rude of you to be so hostile after I had you come like that."

She scoffs, causing her darkened locks to shift, wafting her scent to where I'm kneeling before her. I inhale deeply. Even beneath my mask, she smells divine. Like cinnamon and flowers and a needy, lying slut in heat.

My favorite combination.

Her raven gaze burning through the small eye holes of my mask, she inches her head closer to mine. "You did nothing to make me come. In fact, you ruined my fucking orgasm with your sloppy whiskey pour," she huffs, sticking out her tongue and crossing her arms.

I reach for her and, though I can see the way her inked skin prickles beneath my hand, I take comfort, delusional as it may be, that she doesn't fight off my touch. Grazing my fingers onto her skin, I feel the blood begin to pulse at my dick, nudging it awake. I increase my hold, this time twisting her skin in my grasp and still, she doesn't move.

Years of tension causes the silence between us to thicken, though it's the hatred between us that adds a certain layer of undeniable chemistry.

"Be that as it may, little hellcat, you swallowed every drop, as well as your pride, and you accepted your fate," I groan.

"My fate?"

"Yes. Your life, just like your pleasure or pain, depending on your behavior, is in my hands."

Her eyes reduce to angry slits as her chest rises, looking like she is about to give me a mouthful.

I press my ringed finger over top of her lips. "Ssh." I pause, dragging the tip of my finger down to her chin, nestling her delicate jaw in my palm. "Now tell me. Were you planning on framing me, again, for your most recent kill, or did you suddenly grow a pair and decide to own the blood on your hands?"

"Fuck you," she spits.

"Maybe later. For now, answer my question."

"I wasn't!" she shouts.

Becoming frustrated with her continued defiance, I increase the pressure I have on her chin and move toward her cheeks, hollowing and forcing them to pinch together. "Little liar, I know you like to yell, but if you are too loud, someone is going to think I am hurting you," I seethe, before letting her go.

"Aren't you though?" Her hand grazes where I just had her jaw trapped.

I remain silent. My chest feels like it is going to burst reminiscing on her past and present betrayals. Already preparing for her to deny the undeniable, I reach in my pocket to grab my latest evidence of her endless deceit.

"Face it, Maddox. You have no fucking proof…yet again." Her words are harsh and feel like a dagger to my gut, just as I predicted they would.

I click my tongue, excitement burrowing itself within my veins, to prove to her just how wrong she is. "If I have no proof of your crime or that you were intending to set me up, then why did you leave this in the cup?" I extend my palm, revealing a rounded piece of titanium ring with the engraving that reads Property of M.Crane. "Explain this," I add, feeling my heart thrashing at my chest, the anger boiling within my system when she begins to laugh, like an evil fucking witch.

"Something you find amusing?" I ask, breaking the seal of my tense jaw.

"Um yeah, it's amusing—actually no, hysterical—that you think I'm your property." She rolls her eyes. This woman, although undeniably sexy both in appearance and her taste in all things deadly, continues to infuriate me. "You don't own me and no piece of jewelry that you try to force down my throat will change that."

"See, that's where you are both wrong and right," I say and now I'm the one laughing, though it"s more out of sheer anger.

"Wow. Good one, contradicting yourself all in the same breath." She claps.

"You're right that a piece of jewelry doesn't lay claim to you, but you are wrong because I do own you. I owned you from the moment you tried to betray me. I own your secrets. I own the fear that I dangle in front of that perfect body of yours, scars and all. You wouldn't be where you are today, if it weren't for me"

"What are you going to do? Punish me? As you pointed out, we don't have a lot of time left tonight and here you are, wasting it." She says, waiting for my next move.

"I will give you one more, before I let you fight for your life," I grin.

"One more what?" she jerks her head forward, emphasizing her confusion at my statement.

"Orgasm," I deadpan.

"You're crazy."

"Well, unlike you, I think that if you're going to fuck someone over, you at least owe them the courtesy of actually getting fucked."

"I don't want you touching me," she lies.

"There you go again, little liar. Denying that you aren't craving my tongue, licking up your friends' sloppy seconds. Or that you don't want my pierced cock that you keep grabbing above my pants every chance you get fucking you senseless."

"You're sick," she spits, but her saliva doesn't make it far. In fact, the way that her spit lingers on her neck matched with her attitude makes me want to lick it off her skin.

"For you, I'm deranged," I murmur.

Centering myself in front of her now clenched thighs, I bring my palms to her knees. As I begin to pry them apart and although she's stubborn, it's undeniable the way her body submits to my touch. I can smell her increased arousal and it makes me feel like I'm about to drool. Fuck, I'm starving for a taste of her lying little cunt on my tongue.

"That's a good little hellcat, spread those legs for daddy."

A loud, ego bursting yawn sounds from her and it sends a ping of rage to my core.

"You're so predictable," she chides. "Look at you, the big, bad, scary, killer," she insults with a juvenile air quote. "So mad at me, that you're going to lick me clean. Ha, you're really showing me." She pauses looking down at where, I am kneeling, half masked and full of fucking rage from her fresh fucking mouth. "Go ahead, I'm bored." She yawns again, this time it's dramatized by her hand tapping at her lips.

Bored? Oh, the fucking nerve of her.

My hands dig into her legs, causing her to wince.

"Ouch," she chuckles.

"You are a fucking brat, you know that?"

Her tongue swipes at her lips as a devious look washes over her raven eyes. "Punish me or kill me. I win either way, daddy. So, you better make it hurt."

"You want pain, princess?" I snap, rising from where I was just kneeling before her.

She remains silent, nodding her head.

Ha, she thinks she wants pain, as if she could possibly handle the true pain that I'm capable of making her feel. But if that's what she wants, then game on.

With an array of flickering candles around me, I take a freshly lit one nestled in an antique holder as I walk back to my arrogant little hellcat.

"You know, Blair. I knew from the moment I first witnessed you come to life by draining the life out of someone that we were meant to cross paths," I lament, walking the contained flame back to where she sits, foolishly thinking she has an upper hand on me.

"Aww, how precious. It was love at first sight for you, wasn't it?" she says sarcastic as ever with a pouted lip that I want nothing more than to rip off her face.

Kneeling again by her partially spread thighs, I click my tongue. "I didn't finish. See I know that our paths were meant to cross but I didn't know why. But now I realize I was mistaken."

"Well, I could have told you that, Boogeyman. I was never destined to be your fucking girlfriend if that's what you thought," she retorts, and like the good fucking slut she is, without me having to instruct her to, she takes her inked hand and moves the center of her bodysuit to the side, exposing her needy cunt to me.

"Go ahead," she tilts her chin to the candle in my hand. "Bring another one of my fantasies to life like the well-researched stalker you are. Just be careful, you don't want to burn her."

"You're wrong," I quip, causing her brows to furrow.

"About what?"

"You were never destined to be my girlfriend. I followed you because you're my curse. That's what happens when you wish upon a devil. You're bound to get burned."

Her expression morphs to intrigue as she reaches for the candle in my hand. Carefully she brings the exposed flame near her mouth and with her gaze locked on me, she extends her tongue, extinguishing the flame. She hands me the unlit candle and my eyes zone in on the melted wax that pools near the center of the holder.

Bringing my hungry serpent's tongue to her glistening slit, I press it into her wet pussy, reveling in the way an irrepressible moan breaks free from her. Slowly, I tilt my hand so the warmed wax drips close to where my tongue teases her.

"Go ahead, Boogeyman, burn me like I burned you."