Chapter 10

ChapterTen

Ophelia

Control - Halsey

“Your aftercare is such a huge contradiction to your fucked up personality,” I mumbled as Blake cleaned me up once again. I didn’t know what got into me, but there was no going back now. I literally left my body and danced with the stars.

It is what it is, I guessed.

I was his for as long as he was here and I was over fighting it.

I liked being bad. Feeling dirty. Feeling praised. I liked it all.

It was mine and I’d fight like a vicious bitch if someone tried to take it from me.

He replaced all of my trepidation with excitement and now, I just wanted everything he was willing to give me. He took away all of my worries. With him being so fucked up, it gave me more room to be less than perfect in this more than shown to be perfect world and I knew that was what drew me in the most with this bad, bad man.

He caught me, tied me down, and crawled inside my head.

Now, there was no escaping him.

He lived there rent free.

“I take care of the things that I own, love, and you best believe I own you. Every sinful part of this body crafted from the arts,” he mused slowly, transfixed as he ran a finger up my ribs, under the curve of my boob, and up between my sternum to place his hand over my heart. “Even the darkness that dwells in here. I see it, the curiosity, the depravity. I accept it because it’s mine.”

I blew out a breath and chuckled uneasily. “You see too much,” I half-joked, baked from a hefty arousal that was still seeping from my body.

“I see everything,” he countered. “As I said, the night is young and I have a kill list for us.”

I got this feeling that he would save me from the downfall in whatever was to come next. I gave myself to him in every way possible and now I was following his lead, without asking questions. I’d follow him over the cliff itself if he asked me too. After all, this is way better than living without ever having lived at all. Because that’s what we do, we go day to day never having stopped to ask ourselves what the catalyst of that very day was. What made our hearts race, our minds calm and our palms sweat? “Okay.”

“Okay?” he parroted with a hiked brow like he didn’t quite believe me. “No protest?”

“Would I win if there was?” I countered.

“Would you win against a serial killer you brought back from the dead and dreams of killing with you as much as he dreams of fucking you senseless?” he asked in question as he stared off into space as if he was actually thinking it over before he shrugged his shoulder and turned back to me. “Fuck no.”

I rolled my eyes and smirked. “Well, there is a flaw in that plan, serial killer batman.”

Both his eyebrows disappeared under his hairline. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“I can’t feel my legs and my ass burns.” I chuckled as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. My hands ran down the defined muscles of his bare, tanned back. He was a fucking god. Chiseled to perfection. Every curve and definition was sculpted just right and my mouth watered at the feel of him against me.

“I could always kiss away the aches?” he offered with a cocky smirk.

“Ixnay. That’s what got us into this mess.” I leaned forward and bit his lower lip, drawing it into my mouth before biting down and drawing blood. At the same time, I dug in my nails to draw artful lines of crimson silk across his shoulders.

“I have another confession,” I whispered sweetly, sultry. “I like it rough too. Add blood to the mix? I’ll come for you just from the taste.”

He stared down at me with narrowed eyes and a little lift on the corner of his lips. He hissed and I let go of the bottom lip with a pop.

“Is that so?”

“Hmm-hmm,” I mused dreamily, taking in everything before me with eyes that burned hot for him in a desire that could bring down this earth around us.

I could almost hear the crumble of it now.

“Prove it,” he dared, as I locked my legs around the backs of him and flipped us so he was beneath me.

I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the pocket knife I kept there for safety and then reached down onto the floor for the candle. He held my hips to stop me from falling. Nabbing his lighter, I lit the bit that was left of the wick and smirked down at him. “Handle me if you can.” I dared in return as I began to drop the hot wax over his naked chest. He hissed and groaned, his first reaction to curl in on himself but after a moment, he resisted and laid back down flat with a taunt in his dark eyes. A feral look on his face as he gritted his teeth so tightly, I could hear the brittleness of them from my throne across his lap.

“Soul Raiser,” he growled, nostrils flared and face darkly fierce.

“Shh, baby. You wanted me to prove it, I’ll prove it,” I whispered back in a low seduction. “Wrist please.”

He brought it to me tentatively, and I made a small gash across the tender flesh that parted like butter and bled so beautifully for me. Then I lowered my hand and burned him with the wax so the heat would be more intense. Red wax caked across his flesh, covering the expanse in crimson tears that harden against me, and every moan and hiss that tore from his throat had my clit throbbing and my tight channel fluttering. Then I brought his wrist to my mouth and licked away a line of blood from his wound as my entire body detonated like an explosion and rocked me to my core. I moaned and cried out to the room as I shivered and twitched above him from the rawness of the orgasm after so many other tender ones.

“I’ll be dammed,” he whispered in sexy approval. “My pretty little psycho. Guess the holy water failed both of us, huh?” That dark chuckle only added to the arousal I was leaking all over him.

I opened my feral eyes and gazed down at him with lust consuming me. It burned so fucking hot. “Hmm-hmm.” Was all I could manage as I came down from my high.

“My blood-thirsty temptress. Let’s go paint the town red, baby. I found some real fuckers I think you’re going to love watching me kill.”

The funny thing was?

I no longer feared if he may be right.