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“I’m sorry, Sir
.” Kaitlyn looked over. “I told myself I would get stronger by putting my faith in what you had to teach me. Arguing isn’t going to accomplish that. I would love to be able to see what you do, but right now I feel like that’s always going to be impossible.”

I grabbed
her hand, giving it the slightest squeeze. “It won’t be easy, but I’ll help you as best as I can. You’ll see it, Kaitlyn. You will. The scar…it’s hardly even noticeable to most. For me, I don’t even see it unless I realize you’re hiding yourself. Trust me, this will get easier.”

Pressure locked around my bicep as Kaitlyn’s arms hugged around me and she rested her head right at my should
er. The act was so…intimate. All I wanted to do was turn into my slave and pull her into my arms so I could cuddle with her right. Hold her so tight that she couldn’t breathe.

The rest of the way home
, Kaitlyn didn’t let go of me. I passed cars, turned, and even pulled into the driveway, with one hand. There was no way I could bear to separate the hold she had on me. I’d gone without it for so long. Too long. Even if it was for her sake.

Only when I put the car in park did
she lift her head. Even then, it still took her a few seconds to let go of my arm. I didn’t think, the moment Kaitlyn looked up, I crushed my mouth to hers, pulling her over the console to straddle my lap. My cock throbbed at being restrained. The last thing I wanted to do was stop, but I couldn’t fuck her here. Not with what my beast wanted to do.

The horn honked as I kissed her hard and tried to reach for the key at the same time. 

“You’re so going to fucking get it.” I turned off the car, clutching the key in my hand as I swept us out and to the front door. Unlocking it was a pain in the ass since it was impossible to break my mouth from hers, but I managed. Kaitlyn was already stripping down as we breached the threshold. Her jacket fell to the floor and I let mine join it. I helped her rip off her sweater, hearing the fabric tear under my impatience. At seeing her skin, my lips immediately kissed her chest and I bit into the swell of her cleavage, savoring in the feel of her flesh between my teeth. A cry filled the room while she pulled my head into her even more.

The living room blurred
as I headed for my room. There was no way I could wait to have her. Not the first time.

We bounced as I slammed her down into the mattress.
My cock pushed into her pussy and I hated that we still had clothes covering us.

“I’ve missed you
so much,” she breathed out, heavily. “Don’t leave me alone for so long again.”

I froze, pulling back. “This doesn’t change anything, Kaitl
yn. You’re still staying in your room. Everything will remain the way it is until you’re better.”

Disappointment
had her bottom lip coming out, but she reined it in before I had to threaten her. She reached for her bra, unhooking the clasp. “Then don’t stop. Give me something to remember you by while I’m in there by myself. Leave your mark.” She breathed out in heavy pants, feeding my need to stifle them out. “Hurt me, Sir. Don’t hold back. Please.”

My eye
s closed while my body hummed like a tuning fork. The vibrations increased until I was sure I was going to go crazy from the nearly uncontrollable impulses that ran rampant in my brain. I snapped my eyes open, immediately connecting my hand to her throat, squeezing, feeling her life become mine. “No need to beg, kitten. Sir’s going to give you a night you’re never going to forget.”

With my other hand
, I ripped at the button and zipper of her jeans. Kaitlyn’s body jerked under my firm hold. I never took my eyes off her reddening face as I removed her pants and panties. Only when I felt her nodding on the verge of unconsciousness did I ease my grip to allow her air.

A gasp filled the room and I cut the air flow off
brutally with my lips. My slave’s nails dug into the back of my shoulders, driving me on. Causing me to push my cock deeper into her bare pussy. Fuck, I wanted to have her here, all night, until we woke up entwined around each other like so many mornings before her cutting incident. The thought that I couldn’t, sent the darkness in me spiraling even more out of control.

I pushed up from the bed to stand, narrowing my eyes while I watched her look up at me confused. “You wanted a release.” My head tilted as I studied her.
The separation of her lips told me exactly when my words registered. “I’m going to give you one. But not the kind you want. Not yet. We’re going to start off by one that pleases me.”

My pants dropped to the floor and I bent over
, grabbing the large knife I kept tucked between the mattresses, right within reach from my pillow. Kaitlyn’s eyes flew open wide. She’d said she didn’t want to cut anymore, but she wasn’t doing this. I was. Her skin was mine to do as I pleased. If I wanted to slice the smallest fraction of an inch, or something inches long, I would, and no one was going to stop me or tell me not to.

“What’s the matter, kitten? You’re not afraid…are you?” Of course she was. She tried to hide it, but I felt her fear thick in the room. It blanketed over my skin, drawing me forward like an invisible collar latched around my neck. Kaitlyn had the leash. She knew what to do to lead me deeper down the dark path she’d chosen. My path.

“Wait.”

“No.”
I crawled on the bed to loom over her. “I’m going to cut you, baby. You’re going to bleed for me so good.”

A moan left her mouth while she shook her head back and forth. “We can’t.” The whisper made me smile.
Can’t
wasn’t in my vocabulary. I could do whatever the fuck I pleased, whenever I wanted. Who was going to stop me?

“Shh.” I separated her legs wide and moved to rest between them. I wanted her rubbing her wet pussy against my cock as I breached her
skin with my blade. “God, you have no damn idea how hot this makes me, baby.” I led the tip to trace between her breasts. A shiver made Kaitlyn’s body tremble. The slight movement of her hips rocked her hot slit easily against my length. This is what she needed. What I needed.

“Sir?” Her thick lashes fluttered open
as she raised her head to look up at me.

“Unless you’re screaming
my name, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. The time for insecurities or questions is over. They don’t exist for you anymore.” I pushed the tip into Kaitlyn’s cleavage, closer to her right breast, causing her to suck in air. Crimson appeared, standing out brightly against the silver of the blade. Just the tiniest drop, but enough to have my heart racing. “Don’t you see, baby? I own every single part of you.
I
choose what you feel. What you see. How you dress. What you eat.” Our eyes were locked as I continued, “In moments like this,” I flattened the blade, spreading the rich color over her skin, “I even choose how much I want you to bleed. Your life is completely in my hands.”

Continuous sounds
spilling from her mouth led me on while I moved my knife all around Kaitlyn’s stomach, arms, and thighs. She never knew when or where I was going to stick her. I loved the thrill she was obviously finding in my game. Loved how absolutely drenched her pussy was. My thumb moved over her clit in tiny circles, barely applying pressure, while I pushed the tip of my blade down just above the crease of her elbow. A small spasm was followed by an all too familiar sob.

“You want to c
ome.”

Kaitlyn nodded. “It’s too much. Too intense with you touching down there.”

My thumb paused. “Down where?”

“Sir.” She tried to move against me but I gripped her hip, ceasing any movement she might try again.

“See what moving did? Now I’m not even touching you. Now, say it. Where was I?”

“On m
y pussy.”

I dug my fingers in. “Wrong. Try again.”

“Your pussy,” she cried out.

“That’s right.” My hand came back to between her legs
. “This is all mine. It’ll never belong to another person again. Ever. Say it, slave. Say you’re mine. Always.”

Kaitlyn eased her hand to the
knife and although I didn’t want to give it to her, I was curious to see what she planned to do with it. Trust. Fuck, I loved that I had that in her.

The point came to rest against my chest, right on the exact side I’
d cut her. My breathing didn’t increase as she pushed into my skin. The pain and warmth of the blood was barely existent as I watched the hunger on her face. Fascination pulled me into an awe-inspired love-spell. There was my girl. The mate to my killer. Is this what I had to do to invoke my other half from her deep sleep inside of a semi-broken slave? Hand her a knife?

“I’m yours
. Always, Sir.”

With one last swoop of her hand
, she pulled back, returning the knife. I looked down, narrowing my eyes. “Is that an infinity symbol?”

A smile came to her face as I lifted my stare.

“Yes. If we’re agreeing to always, we might as well seal the deal. I’m your slave until you say otherwise. It’s written right there in your skin. An unbreakable oath.”

“Unbreakable because I’d never let you go regardless.” I leaned down, moving to the original place I’d punctured. As I carved
the sign into her skin, her thrilled gasp made my heart beat faster. Pain and pleasure dilated her eyes and I suddenly knew that symbol was going to haunt me if my slave ever left my side. I couldn’t help but try to swallow past the emotions that were overtaking me. Kaitlyn wasn’t merely just my slave, or the woman who I had fallen in love with…she’d suddenly become more than that. A person I could rely on. My best friend? Had I ever had one of those? Jack was my friend, but he still didn’t know me. Not the beast that rested inside. But, Kaitlyn…she accepted every part of me, just as I did her. She made me feel different, more than anyone else ever had, and I detested that I couldn’t define the impression she’d burned into my soul.

The looped ends
of the symbol embedded in her skin captivated me until I knew nothing but the intricate turns. Always. Forever. Infinite. We would be. I knew it. I’d make it so.

My lips eased down to her, no longer assaulting like they had
been moments before. I slid my tongue along Kaitlyn’s, pushing my chest into hers. The slick feel of our blood mixing, infusing with one another’s, had the animal in me at an all-time high. My fingers clutched to the hair on the sides of her head, overwhelmed with the need to somehow bring us closer together. I couldn’t get enough. The desperation to be inside her mind and make her experience what I was feeling had my hold tightening even more. These undefinable emotions weren’t good for my beast. It left me desperate for something I couldn’t even understand.

“Yes,” Kaitlyn moaned. “Harder, Sir. Show me what you hide from everyone else. I want to feel what is rightly
mine. What protects and belongs to only
me
.”

My hand gripped tighter, but my brain locked
. What I used to so easily kill people was the one thing that had enveloped itself in my slave. The raw hate, anger, wrath, had twisted with love, inventing some new species of monster inside of me. Kaitlyn was now my yin
and
yang. She’d stolen who I was and now held every single part of me. The weak, the strong. From the man who needed no one, to the killer who would die without the one thing he’d finally found a reason to live for.

The sound of my phone filled the room
, pulling me from my epiphany. I fought whether or not to reach down and grab it. Kaitlyn looked at me uneasily and made my decision with her nod. I picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Jack.
I hit the button, feeling like I shouldn’t have. I wanted to return to our moment. Recapture it. “What’s up?”

Sirens echoed in the background as the sound of the engine increased.

“Cartel.”

I
’d known before I had asked. Somehow, I figured it had nothing to do with the blackmailer. “You need me?” Of course he did. I used to live for his calls. Now…fuck. I needed to go. Girls depended on me.

“We’re going to bag them up
now. You should head to the station so you can watch the interrogations.”

I
grabbed my jeans, ripping them from the floor. “Where were they spotted?”

As I slid them on
, I listened to dispatch sounds break into the interior of his car.

“
On the Westside. Old abandoned warehouse on Murphy Road. I’m headed there now. We had three girls go missing today. I figured possible runaways, until now.”

“I’m on my way
to the station.” I hung up, pushing the phone in my pocket. The moment I connected with Kaitlyn’s worried stare, I broke our connection, going to the closet. “I have to take care of some stuff. Work,” I emphasized. “Get dressed. You’re coming.”

“Sir.”

I glanced back, making myself stop. I couldn’t end what we’d just shared like this. My arms outstretched and she raced into them, throwing herself into me.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Talk to me.”

Kaitlyn’s hold was tight around my stomach. “Do I have to go? I’m so tired. I’ll really only be in the way.”