The Devil's Debt

Mission

Isa's POV:

We get to the house we go upstairs and as soon as we get to the room, I unzip the back of my dress, revealing my corset. I reach back to try to and untie my corset, but I can't reach it.

Fucking classic.

I look in the mirror at him and he's taking his tux jacket off. "Ky?" I say quietly.

"What's up?" he says.

"I.. need help with my-my corset. I can't reach it." I say, putting my head down. He walks up to me and slowly puts his hands to the strings of my corset. "Don't look." I say cautiously.

"I won't." he replies.

He starts to untie the strings and I look in the mirror nervously to watch him. His eyes stay focused on his hands and what he's doing with them as the first of four pairs of strings fall. The air thickens with tension as I stand there, letting him untie my strings. He gets a little closer to me, his body heat radiating onto my back, making my body heat up a little.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. I'm.. fine." I reply breathlessly.

"You sound a little out of breath. Do I need to go a little faster?". I look at him in the mirror with widened eyes. "That came out wrong. I won't be a long time." he says. I can see a smirk on his face in the mirror.

He gets my strings untied and then leaves to go and finish getting his suit off. I hold up the corset on my body and I find a bra, pants and a shirt to put on. When I've got them, I scurry to the bathroom and I put it on, then I walk out as Kyzer slips on a long sleeve shirt.

This is a bad time to be drooling over him, but looking at his gorgeous, defined abs and his big shoulders and strong arms, with his big hands.. it's hard not to. "Are you ready?" he suddenly says.

"Yeah! I mean, yeah. Yeah, let's go." I say, smiling shyly. I tuck my phone in my back pocket and we head out to the same building we just got from. When we walk in, it's dark. Pitch black. We turn on our flashlights and we look around the room.

"Look for anything that looks suspicious. Be careful." Ky warns as I walk around.

I look around and I step on broken glass as I analyze the room. I continue to walk until I hear a faint sound. I look down and a long bullet sits at my feet. It only then that I notice a little design on the bullet. It's a word or something that's written in a maroon colored paint or ink.

"Ky, I think I found something." I say, turning the bullet in my hand.

He walks over and looks at the bullet in my hand. "That looks like someone's writing." he says, squinting his eyes.

"It is. I just don't know what it says. It's written in another language." I say.

"I have a friend who can decipher it. Let's keep looking. Keep up with that." he says, walking off and continuing to look around.

After two hours, we're leaving the scene. Ky is talking on the phone with someone. By the time we get to the house, it's about 11 p.m. so I take a shower and I get in bed, but Ky doesn't.

He sits on the foot of the bed and dials a number, then puts it to his ear. "Hey. Yeah, I'm fine, but M'Kenna's in the hospital. Yeah, yeah, she's okay. I went back and I found something. I need you to decipher to for me. Tomorrow? Okay. Thank you."

He hangs up the phone and sighs, pulling his shirt over his head. It's the first time I've actually seen him with no shirt. He has tattoos all down his arms and onto his chest and his abs. I look at all of them and he chuckles at me.

"You liking what you see?" he says, plopping down on the bed next to me.

"You have a lot of tattoos." I say, still looking mesmerized at all of them.

"I got them all within months of being crowned King after my father got caught. It took eleven years of training, starting the day after my father was taken into custody by the cops. My mom was the one who trained me, with a little help from my father's bodyguard. The ceremony was small. Only a few select people were there. I think in total, I have at least sixteen tattoos. Some are big, some are small." he says.

"What about the one behind your ear?" I ask curiously.

"The heart." he says, smiling. "When I was young, I realized that even though my father was deemed to be a horrible person, his heart was always good. No matter how many people he killed.. no matter how others saw him. He and my mother always taught me that sometimes, it's okay to listen to your heart. And that's why I'm doing what I'm doing with you. My heart made a good decision letting you in." he says with a smile.

I smile over at him and we lock eyes. My heart begins to thump in my chest as he gets closer to me, his eyes flicking to my lips as he licks his hungrily.

Then he stops. "I'm not going to if you don't tell me what to do from here." he says.

"Just do it." I say, my breaths quickening.

"Tell me you want me to." he says.

"I do." I say, staring at his lips.

"Say it." he says back.

"I want you to." I say.

He leans in and presses his lips to mine, kissing me gently as his hand moves to grab my hip. I run my fingers through his hair at the back of his head and I grip it, pulling us closer together.

He starts to kiss me harder, overpowering the kiss and making me lie back onto the pillows behind me and let him hover over me. He pulls away and looks into my eyes. His breathing is quick and heavy as he looks me over with an animalistic look.

His fists grip the sheets on both sides of me as my eyes stay focused on his.

"Do it." I urge.

He smiles and puts his head down, then looks back up at me. "God knows I'd do it. But I can't promise not to hurt you in any way. I'm a very aggressive man, and hurting you... no matter the occasion or circumstance, is the last thing I'd want to do. And I want you to trust me. I want to earn it." he says, leaving a kiss on my head and lying back down.

"Well could you at least sleep under the sheets tonight? You act like you're afraid to." I say, slipping under the covers and wiggling to get comfortable.

"If it makes you happy." he says, slipping off his sweats and sliding underneath the covers with me.

He suddenly wraps an arm around me and pulls me back to where my ass sits perfectly in his lap, and my back is pressed against his chest where his heart pounds against my back.

I fall asleep tangled in his warmth.