"Myles! You're crazy" I laugh as he spins me around the empty room.
Our voices echo and sun beams through every unfurnished window.
"Crazy for you" he murmurs into my ear before kissing his way down my neck.
"You really want this, us, here together?" I ask breathless because it's everything I've wanted for the last two years.
"I do, I want you to make a respectable man out of me. I've got a reputation to keep, you know?" He smiles and his dark eyes sparkle with mischief. "But maybe we can forget my reputation for another ten minutes?" He whispers and backs me into the kitchen counters.
I bite my lip at the excitement in his eyes, maybe this is what he needs?
I let my head fall back as he fills me with his need.
God knows I've needed this too.
Maybe moving in together will change everything?
"Open" a deep whisper orders so I do.
"God, Myles.... More!" I order too, breathless and wanting.
"I told you not to call me that" he growls as a pill and water fill my mouth.
I try to spit it out but a hard hot hand clamps over my mouth, he pinches my nose like a nuisance child who won't eat their vegetables. His will proves stronger than mine and I swallow my mouthful just to get a breath of air.
"Fuck you" I whimper with my head spinning.
"Good morning to you too" he grumbles, and... is that humour in his tone?
His hands fumble with my shirt and my eyes snap open, I'm not sure they've ever been so wide.
"I didn't mean it..... I'm sorry" I instantly regret my snap.
"Shh"
He doesn't stop and I let out a small scream as something metal and cold rests on my breastbone.
"Lucy?! You need to be quiet" he scalds and my name on his lips silences me instantly.
Gasping for breath I take in his actions, my eyes focus on the stethoscope protruding from my shirt and ending under a baseball cap, his eyes are still down, I still can't make out his face.
He's listening to my heart, why?
What's wrong with me?
Fuck, I can feel beneath this blanket I'm still naked from the waist down. This old tee shirt is all I'm wearing.
"Morning?" I whisper in fear. "How long have I been here?"
"Not long enough" he grunts and removes his hand from my shirt.
"What's wrong with me?" I mumble almost incoherently as a blood pressure cuff is wrapped around my bicep.
"Poison" he answers cryptically.
"Are you going to kill me?" I sniffle and hot tears spill down my face.
My gut tells me he's not lying, I feel like I could be dying.
"I guess time will tell" he scoffs and leans away from me to retrieve another of his syringes.
"Please?! Please no!" I try to struggle, to pull from my chains but the leather cuffs are strong and tight, there's no escaping them. I can't watch the way his poison mixes with my IV bag and I turn my face into the silk pillow under my head. "I'll do whatever you want, please..... just don't kill me...... I have a mother, she couldn't take it" I sob.
"Shh" he whispers and the bed shifts as he stands.
"Wait?!" I rush out as I hear him leaving.
His footsteps stop as if on reflex.
"Please?!" I beg. My mind whirls for something to get me off this bed. "I need the bathroom"
"No, you don't. Nice try, Lucy. I inserted a catheter the night I brought you here, technically with the IV you don't need to eat either but your medicine needs to be taken with food. I'll be back in just a minute when your sedative has kicked in" he informs me before starting up his long strides once more.
