Blade

Chapter 18: Doomed

Blade

Sitting by the bar in my living room, I pour myself a generous glass of bourbon. My mind drifts back to the conversation I had with Sienna only minutes ago. I raise the glass to my lips and take a slow sip, the burn sliding down my throat and settling deep in my chest.

It's insane how the human body reacts. The moment those striking blue eyes lingered on my bare chest, it was as if every muscle locked in place. My body felt frozen, unwilling to move, while my thoughts scattered like loose papers in the wind. My heart pounded so violently against my ribcage it was as though I had just sprinted for miles. The sensation was unfamiliar, and left me caught between panic and fascination.

I will admit, she is kind of beautiful. The way her nipples hardened under my gaze stirred something uncontrollable in me. Desire throbbed through my veins, awakening the raw, animalistic hunger I usually kept buried.

I take another sip of bourbon, the warmth sliding down my throat, and smirk. The thought of those plump, inviting lips wrapped around me, taking me deep until I spilled inside her mouth, makes my cock thrum with need. Just imagining it sets my body on fire.

Fuck. I need to force my mind away from Sienna before it descends into something darker. I don't want to see what would happen if I gave in to these thoughts. Maybe a quick booty call will help distract me, just enough to calm the fever in my body.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scroll through the endless list of contacts, searching for the girl I hooked up with last. It surprises me that I still have her number saved.

What was her name again? Abigail? Anna? Madison? No, Natasha—that's it.

I press the number and wait impatiently as it rings, swirling the bourbon in my glass before taking a long, burning sip. I can't believe I'm doing this. I haven't been with anyone since last year, and now I'm breaking that streak for a woman I know I shouldn't want. That's why I've decided to push the desire aside, at least for now. I let out an irritated sigh, my finger hovering over the end call button, when suddenly she picks up.

"Hey there, stranger. I never thought you were going to call me. It's been a year, you know?" Natasha purrs, a moan slipping past her lips. In the background, the sharp thud of a bed slamming against the wall echoes through the phone.

The sound twists my stomach and makes me want to scream at myself in disgust, but there's no other choice. I can't let thoughts like this about Sienna take hold. It's reckless, dangerous, and I would do anything to shove it out of my mind.

Swallowing my irritation, I grit out, "Get over here in the next five minutes."

She lets out another moan, the sound of skin slapping against each other cutting through the room and making my teeth grit. Jesus. "Um, I'm kind of busy right now, Blade. Maybe—"

My hand tightens around my phone until I feel it crack beneath my death grip. "Don't make me repeat myself, Natasha. You've got five minutes."

I end the call before she can respond and gulp down the contents of my glass in one sharp motion. I don't flinch when someone slides onto the bar stool next to me, and pours himself a glass of tequila.

"How did it go with her supposed punishment?" Franco asks, turning to face me, the glass of tequila balanced in his hand. He waits for my reply, his gaze sharp, and I take longer than I intend to answer.

Fucking her senseless, bending her to my will, and watching her fulfill my darkest desire would have been a far more satisfying punishment than anything I planned.