The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 57

Hi my loves....

Warning for this chapter: blood/bleeding

"...you're fucked Eva"

Okay, this might not have been the best idea.

I think I just signed my vaginas death certificate.

There's a strange contrast between how harsh his grip is around my throat and how soft his eyes are looking at me.

He's not looking at me like he normally does, his eyes aren't dark, he doesn't look menacing, and that's all making me more nervous.

He looks sure of himself, smug like always, like he knows what's about to happen and I should be worried.

Well lucky for him, I am worried.

His hand that's around my neck slid to the side as he brought his other up to hold onto the other side.

His thumbs rested over the front of my throat while his fingers started to stroke the side of my neck and up behind my ears.

I've missed him.

"You alright Ev?" he asked, leaning forward and placing his lips to mine, kissing me softly and instantly consuming me.

He can read me like a book, I'm sure I look nervous, but it's a good nervous.

"Mhmm" I hummed against his lips, nodding slightly.

One of his hands slid up into the back of my hair, massaging my head and making me moan which caused him to deepen the kiss.

Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he claimed it as his, spelling his sinful thoughts on my tongue.

His lips pulled back, then tightening his grip in the back of my hair and making me gasp as he tilted my head back to be looking up at him.

Looking down at me with that same deviant smirk that had my stomach sinking, he asked "did you have fun teasing me like that?"

I'm already fucked, so having no point in lying to him, I told him "you know I love it"

He chuckled under his breath, probably not expecting any answer other than that from me.

His hand that was around my neck slid down my chest, slowly and silently, creating more and more tension around us.

His eyes locked on mine as he continued to move his hand down, dragging it along the inside of my thigh and gripping onto it, slightly pushing my leg so it spread open and I spread the other myself.

Then surprising me, his hand slid up to my centre, running one finger between my folds and humming at the process.

My mouth clamped shut with a little moan as he pressed his finger to my clit, making my legs tense up over how sensitive I was.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked me smugly, lifting his finger to his mouth and sucking the wet mess that has gathered between my legs off of his fingers.

His hand suddenly flew up, grasping my jaw again while his other stayed tight in my hair.

He leaned himself closer to me, pressing himself against me and letting me feel him getting hard between my legs.

"Did you wanna get off thinking about me, baby?" he asked and without a second thought I nodded, "go on then, show me"

My face dropping at his words.... show him?

He is not going to fucking drag this out.

He was looking at me with a smirk, finding it very amusing that he just shocked me.