Her Soul to Take (Souls Trilogy #1)(92)

Why did it sound like it was coming from inside the wall?

By the time I saw the movement behind me reflected in the window, Leon had already clapped his hand over my mouth, and wrapped the other around my throat.

“Fear smells good on you, baby girl,” he murmured, and twisted me around so I faced him, one hand still over my mouth and the other wrapped tight around my back. He flashed sharp teeth at me, his eyes bright. “I missed you today. It’s torturous, spending hours thinking about what I’d get to do to you when I got back.”

He uncovered my mouth. I smiled up at him breathlessly, my pounding heart beginning to slow. “Are we safe? No one’s after us?”

“We’re safe,” he said, still not giving me an inch of wiggle room as he held me close. He frowned a bit. “I couldn’t find the Hadleighs. They’re up to something, or…” He shook his head. “They haven’t managed to track us. So, on to better topics.”

He nudged a black paper bag on the floor with his foot, and I picked it up curiously. My mouth gaped open as I pulled out the plastic packaging inside.

“Holy shit, Leon, you…you think it will fit —”

“If I can fit, the toy can fit,” he said, as I stared wide-eyed at the dildo I’d pulled from the bag. It was absurdly thick, around his same size, and molded of purple silicone with a suction cup at the base.

“I didn’t know you were into toys,” I said.

“I’m into whatever I can use to make you scream.” He grinned as I rummaged a little further in the bag, and pulled out another box containing a blue and white vibrator. “I suspected our playtime tonight might be too intense without some distractions.”

I was excited for anything he had in mind that involved toys like these, but he caught my curiosity. “Intense? What…what do you mean?”

He used his claws to slit open the packages, and handed the toys back to me when he was done. “Go clean them, and try to remember: what did I tell you I’d be doing today?”

It only took me a minute to remember, and fear’s cold fingers slid up my back again. Fear and hot arousal coiled inside me like a snake; just as dangerous, and just as terrifying. Music began to play from the TV as I cleaned the toys, and I recognized the haunting, gravel tone as Anti-Social Masochistic Rage by Ghostemane. And I’d always thought my music taste was creepy.

When I emerged from the bathroom, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, running a cotton ball along a thick steel needle, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol at his feet.

I froze at the sight of that needle. Shit. Shit.

“I’ve never pierced a human before,” he mused. “When I pierced Zane’s tongue I didn’t have to worry about any infections.” He glanced over at me and winked. “Don’t worry. I did my research. I wouldn’t want to break my little doll.”

I wanted to run for the door. I wanted to scream. I wanted...I wanted him to do it. My hands were already shaking. My heart was a fluttering bird trapped in the cage of my ribs. My head was light as a balloon.

Leon curled his clawed finger at me. “Come here, baby girl.”

I stood in front of him, the toys nearly forgotten despite how tightly I was gripping them. He set the needle aside on a towel he’d laid on the bed, beside a pair of metal forceps and two small stainless steel bars with balls at either end, and took the vibrator from my hands. “Put down the toy. Position it so you can kneel on it.”

My mouth was suddenly dry, but my pussy certainly wasn’t. I positioned the dildo on the floor, suctioning it to the shining wood at his feet, giving myself enough room to kneel over it. He switched on the vibrator curiously, the buzzing sound igniting some instinctual arousal. I loved the vibrator I had at home, but damn, that thing could take me from zero to one hundred painfully quickly.

He laughed darkly as he switched it back off. “Oh, Rae...I’m gonna make you scream.”

I laughed, sort of. The sound was a little too tinged with hysteria to be purely laughter. The anticipation was an adrenaline high, absolutely merciless, as it made every muscle in my body twitch and my clit swell with warmth. He reached out and dragged a single claw slowly across my cheek. “What’s your safeword?”

“Mercy,” I whispered.

“Good girl. Undress.”

I stripped off my shirt, tugged down my skirt and goosebumps prickled over my skin. He didn’t touch me as I unhooked my bra, then slid down my panties. He just watched, golden eyes taking in every inch of me with the slow, calculated gaze of a hungry wolf. Planning where to bite first.

“I can smell your wet cunt.” He chuckled. “Touch yourself. I want you to feel how wet you are.”

I obeyed, sliding my fingers down. I was slick, and the sensation of my fingers sliding over my clit made me shudder. I tried not to gasp, but my eyes fluttered and I couldn’t bite back my whimper.

“Put your fingers in my mouth.”

Again, I obeyed. His forked tongue slid between my two fingers and swirled over them before he sucked them clean. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste and licking it from his lips.

“Kneel. Press the toy inside yourself.”

I dropped down to my knees on the cool smooth wood. He held out a bottle of lube, and squirted it into my hand so I could rub the slick concoction over the dildo beneath me. Wet as I was, a toy that thick wasn’t going to go in easily. I gulped as I positioned it at my entrance, watching his eyes as he watched me in return.