She blinked rapidly and shook her head. “No, Kairus it wasn’t like that.” She struggled against the ropes. “We only went out to celebrate my mom’s surgery being successful.
“Liar,” I snapped, feeling enthusiasm burning through my veins. My nerves twitched and blood swirled in my head. “You thought I wouldn’t find out what you did. But I told you, I see everything!”
My jaw clenched. Memories played of watching her from the shadows. She smiled and grinned in the guy’s face like she had no cares in the world, as if I hadn’t claimed her as mine and mine only.
“Were you following me? Did you only allow Jatavia to take me home to test me?”
I grinned crudely. “I don’t have to follow you to always know where you are. Even if I’m not around, I’m still aware.”
Confusion filled her face. Her forehead creased and her brows crinkled. I could see her trying to decipher my words. “You didn’t do anything to Koby, did you?” Her voice trembled. “He didn’t know!”
“But you know.” I stepped toward the bed and brushed her breast with my knife. Her nipples hardened instantly and her breath staggered. “And now you have to live knowing another man had to pay for your actions.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but instantly snapped it closed. Azeira didn’t know I didn’t kill the man, but he was severely beaten and left in some random alley afterward. If he recovered from it was of no interest to me.
“Why?” she choked out with tears building in her eyes.
My anger boiled. My grip on the handle of the knife tightened. “Are you crying for him?” My voice shook with fury. My body was hot.
“No, I just don’t want anyone hurt because of me,” she choked out.
Moving my knife to the center of her chest, I slowly dragged it down the valley between her breasts. She hissed when I nipped her perfect skin and swallowed roughly.
“Let me tell you a story.” I twisted my head and narrowed my eyes.
“A story? I don’t want to hear a story.” Her voice grew a tad bit bolder.
I cut just under her breast and used the blade to smear the blood. “You will listen.” By now my nerves were twitchy and my sight was on destruction.
Azeira’s eyes dilated and her tongue dragged over her bottom lip. I grinned.
“From a young age I knew I was different from other kids. My IQ was higher than kids my age and by the fifth grade I had the math skills of a senior in high school. My father learned of this and noticed how numbers came easily to me. I enjoyed solving math problems for fun until he took them away from me.” My mood darkened. “He wanted to groom me for the family business and use my love of numbers to make him even more money. See, my father used his fists as a way to keep me in line. Rule by fear was his number one rule because fear equaled respect.”
Now I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Laying my knife on the bed, I lifted my hand and brushed it over her cheek. My thumb rubbed across her bottom lip. She stuck her tongue out and swiped the top of my thumb, causing my nostrils to flare.
“I quickly learned that he got off on the terror he caused me, so when I stopped reacting to the beatings, then came the whipping.” My teeth gritted remembering the lashes across my back, the sting of the whip, and the smell of blood that used to fill the room. I snatched my hand from her face. Her eyes softened as she watched me. “Eventually I learned to mask my emotions with those too. Do you know how it feels to be ten years old, knowing you had a beating coming just because your father had a bad day? Or because he felt like you didn’t take him seriously so he had to show you who the man of the house was? It was truly a time.
“Now dear old dad was upset once the whips stopped affecting me. He knew that eventually I became numb to his ways and would become a shell of myself in order to handle it. Eventually I came to despise numbers because my dad turned them into a weapon against me. As a kid I also loved music, well not music but musical instruments. It didn’t take long for me to learn to play or read sheet music. It became the escape I needed in the madness. I made the mistake of letting Dad know that wasmy weakness. So while the beatings stopped, the torture didn’t. Dad started taking my instruments. He didn’t care how much I cried and begged for him not to, all he did was laugh in my face and destroy them in front of me.
“So you see, Beauty, now I feel like I have to be selfish with my things. I don’t take kindly to anyone who threatens to take what’s mine away from me. That’s why my music room is my sanctuary and I keep all my instruments in top working condition, because they calm and center me, and you…” I paused and leaned forward with my tongue out, swiping it across the blood trickling from the cut. She moaned and her stomach quivered. I sucked the spot then dragged my tongue over her breast until I reached her nipple and pulled on it with my teeth. “You have become something else I’ve become selfish over.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. No kid should have had to experience that,” she said lowly.
Azeira shivered as my breath brushed over her nipples. I flicked my tongue over her bud and moved one of my hands between her legs. She was soaked. I thumbed her clit and watched her face twist with pleasure.
Abruptly I removed myself from her. Now she was panting and eyeing me. Her eyes were clouded with lust.
Placing the knife on the bed, I stood and began stripping out my clothes. Once naked, I climbed back on the bed and got between her legs. Laying on my stomach, I nuzzled my face into her center, inhaling her scent and burying my nose in it.
“So sweet,” I growled, licking up her essence.
“Ah!” she moaned and jerked against the ropes. I gripped her thighs and assaulted her with my tongue. She begged me to free her but I refused.
“Are you mine, Beauty? Tell me you’re mine,” I commanded, sucking her pussy into my mouth.
Her words came out inaudible and her legs trembled at my sides. Spreading her pussy lips, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it roughly.
“Are you mine?” I questioned again, lifting and slapping her pussy. Azeira’s body jerked and she whimpered. Her cheeks flushed and her hands balled into fists.
