Locked In

17

THEON

We didn’t use protection.

I had no idea that kind of thing existed throughout last night. Even as I fell asleep beside her. For the first time.

I ticked that off the list of things I thought would live only in one rotten part of my mind. It was unreal. I’d wanted to stay up all night pressed into her and watch her sleep, but my eyes started to shut down on me. It had been so easy to fall asleep. Besides the fact that the peace she brought contributed to that, I’d also needed a rest after nights of staying awake, then suddenly having the biggest climax not every man would survive. When one had imagined just one woman every time he was having sex with another woman, then finally getting the woman he’d always wanted, it was the same as placing the world on his palms.

I knew it’d be different with her. It was always different with her.

She’d gone out earlier as soon as she remembered she was not on pills. Although I’d offered to get one, seeing the way she wouldn’t stop hissing with every step she took, she declined.

She was sore as hell, I could tell. I predicted that. There was no way she could escape the soreness after what I did plus the squirting. It was very necessary. I’d always wanted to make her squirt. To turn her into a waterfall and drench the bed. Also to make it slightly memorable for her, to have her hot and needy everytime the thought of our first night flashed through her mind.

The door jerked open, and she was standing in the doorway, frown lines marring her forehead. When she closed the door, it was with a force. She was fuming.

I dropped the laptop on my legs and stood up to meet her, worried that someone had hurt her again. If that was the case, what I did to Hudson would look like a warm-up.

“What did you do?” She broke free from me, taking a small step back. “Hudson is dead. Did you kill him?”

Oh, it was him. Fuck him for stressing her even in hell. They’d just found his body on Thursday when he died on Monday. He must have been—

“Did you kill him?” she cut through my thoughts, her eyes wide. She knew I did it with the way she was staring at me, only asking me so I could ease her mind by denying it.

I shrugged. “He touched you.”

“Because he—” she choked, stepping back to cough. I didn’t understand why she was so bothered about it. She was reacting like I just killed someone.

Okay, well that was true. But seriously, like I did something worse than murder. What was worse than murder?

“Theon, are you listening to yourself?” She closed in, lowering her voice. “You just killed a human.”

I liked it when she said my name. Moaned, preferably. There were different types of ways my name could be moaned, and I had no idea. It was different when she was coming, different when she was begging, different when she was urging, different when she was—

“Don’t just stare at me like that. Say something. The police are everywhere.”

I shrugged again, holding her chin with my fingers. “He touched you. I don’t have any other excuse.” I made to go back to my laptop to finish some work, but she pulled me back.

“You promised not to kill him. That night, remember?”

“No. I promised not to spill blood. You said I should not spill blood, and I didn’t. You heard what happened to his body, didn’t you?”

She released a stuttered breath, realisation settling. “But he still died.”

“There are several ways in this world to kill a man without seeing their blood. Next time, be specific.”

“But you knew what I meant.”

I smirked. “Did I?”

I could practically see her head boiling. “Theon, you just killed someone! You just killed Mr. Granger’s grandson!”

“Are you angry because I killed the bastard or because I killed someone?”

Her eyes rounded as if I stoned her. “Both!”

“And why are you so worked up about it? It won’t be my first, and definitely won’t be my last.” My hand instinctively reached out for her neck, pulling her close. “I took it personal when I said you’re mine. Not anybody else’s to touch. They mess with you, they mess with me.”

I sensed fear in her big brown eyes. She was afraid. Very afraid.

“Who else did you kill? Did you...” she trailed off, knowing the answer to that.

“Yes, I killed your ex boyfriend. And also your boss. Do you get the picture now? Add murder to the list of crimes I’ve committed. Breaking into your house is nothing. Setting cameras in your house is nothing. Just as killing for you is nothing.”

She needed air, to breathe, to think past the hand on her throat. But I didn’t want to let her. She should force it in and let it freeze with her brain what kind of person I was. I’d said I came with a package, and she’d agreed with it. Even if she wanted to leave me, she wouldn’t. A break? Maybe. But leave? Never.

“Is it not a big deal to you?” she eventually said.

“No,” I told her the truth. “And soon, it won’t be to you.”

“What about the police? What will I—”

“Did you kill him?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “No.”

“So act like you didn’t.”

“But—”

“We’re settled. There’s nothing to discuss about his death anymore.”

I left her and turned around, going to the kitchen to get her water for the meds she bought.

“What if you touched me? What would you do to yourself?”

I visibly stiffened, halting halfway to the kitchen. I didn’t expect that kind of question from her, but judging by the things she’d seen me do, I wouldn’t blame her for thinking that way. Just to be clear, I faced her and seared her with a dead-serious gaze.

“I will touch you, but in ways your body will love. Ainsley, if you think I’ll touch you the way those fuckers did, then I’ll have you know that I’ll blow up my hands before I’ll ever raise it at you. I don’t see myself doing it, not now, not ever.”

Her throat bobbed, face flushed as she heaved out. The locket around her neck moved with her chest, drawing me back to last night when she had been with just the locket on the bed, writhing.

She had donned my sleeved shirt before going out for the sake of her red wrists, since hers wouldn’t cover them, but kept her trousers on. When I saw it on her this morning, my heart almost gave out from how quick it picked up at the sight of her in my shirt and locket. Most of all, she was in my bed, she had come on my cock, she was mine.

My cock jerked at the reminder of her taste on my tongue, how I was yet to move on from the feel of her squeezing the living shit out of me. I loved every second of it, and I was getting hard again. I wanted her again. However, she was sore and would probably kick me in the balls for talking about sex when she was yet to recover from the news of Hudson’s death. But I closed in anyway, just because I hated to have her mind occupied with a dead man.

“Uh uh,” she quickly said, shaking her head. “There’s no way I’m letting you come near me today.”

“Too bad. It’s your fault for being so attractive. I want you right now.”

Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Nope. We’re not done talking and are you forgetting the part where I cannot even lift a leg without—”

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her lips. She melted into me, arms moving up from between us to my neck. Kissing her was surreal, and it affected me more than I cared to admit. It was a feeling I might never get used to. Hell, I didn’t want to get used to it. Moments like this was when I felt she chose me. That no matter what I did, she’d be here.

Until she finds out about what you did to her applications.