BLOODHOUNDS #4: THE DARK KNIGHT

Chapter 20 - ACTING WEIRD

Everly Jordan

I opened my eyes slowly, and the beautiful moon greeted me in the sky. My windows were wide open, and the cold air touched my skin, making me shiver. My eyes slowly shifted to see Mason was looking at me.

I gasped, completely freaked out by him.

I sat up and slowly looked down to see my hands were tied to the edge of the bed. I was still naked, but my body was painted with his blood. Minor bruises were all over my body, and his cum was still stuck in my stomach.

"Let me go!" I hissed as I tried to wiggle my hands, but it was useless.

"Mason!" I called his name, but he didn't even bother to move. His eyes were glued to mine, looking at me like I was his latest creation.

"Do you usually do this to all the women you've fucked before?" I asked, and he let out a low, mocking chuckle.

"No. You're the first one." He answered.

"You've got what you want. You know your way out."

"You'll die like this, sweetheart." He almost fooled me with his sweet voice.

"Natty or Albert will check on me."

"You're letting Albert see you naked?" He raised his eyebrows.

"That's none of your concern, asshole. Just get the fuck out of here. I'm sick of seeing your face!" With that, he got up and got on the bed, sitting on top of me.

"Watch your mouth before I'll rip your throat apart!" He grabbed me by my jaw. I stayed silent, and he untied my hands. He got off the bed and dragged me into the shower. After he checked the water temperature, he forced me to get in.

"Clean yourself."

"Get out," I said.

"Do it, or I'll do it for you." I quickly grabbed my soap and started cleaning myself. I looked down to see the water turned red. Then I remembered that I had smashed a vase straight into his head. I looked at him and saw blood already dried down.

"You should go to the hospital." I pointed at his head.

"Shampoo your hair." He ordered, and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed my shampoo and started washing my hair. He watched me as I continued my shower. After I'm done, he already has a towel with him. I put my hand out, waiting for him to give it to me.

"Come out. I'll dry you." I got out, and he started drying me. My body tensed because of his touch, and when he was done, he gave me my robe. He sat me down in front of my vanity and grabbed my hairdryer.

He dried my hair and combed my hair.

He then turned the seat, facing him. He smiled before grabbing my chin and crashing his lips to mine.

"You look adorable." He commented, and I wanted to smash another vase to his head. He pulled me to stand up and picked me up, sitting me on the vanity. He stood in between my legs. He put his index finger on my nose, slowly trailing down to my lips, my neck, my breast, my nipple, my stomach, and then back to my nose.

"You look better when my blood is smudged all over your body. You look like my art." He kissed my cheek and then kissed my lips.

"What's wrong with you?" He's acting so weird. I think I damaged some of his brain cells. He opened my robe and looked at me from head to toe.

"I want to mark you everywhere. You look like a white canvas, Everly."

"Mason, I think you're going crazy." I covered myself, and he looked annoyed. He leaned over to me, kissing me again. What's with him all of a sudden?

He grabbed my ass, pulling me to him. My eyes widen when I felt his cock already hard again. He kissed me like it'll be his last time kissing me. His hands took off my bathrobe and threw it to the floor, leaving me naked once again.

"Look at you, ready for me again." He slid his fingers to my wet pussy, showing me how wet I am.

"I don't think I can get enough of you." He said as he slowly kneeled. He licked my pussy, and I cringed.

"Mason, I think you-" I was cut off by him licking me continuously. He sucked, licked, and fucked me with his talented mouth and tongue. It felt like I was in heaven, and my body crumbled fast. I came on his face twice.

He brought me to the balcony, pushing my back against the railing as he shamelessly rubbed his cock on my wet pussy. I moaned and held onto his shoulder. He cursed under his breath and claimed my lips before putting his cock inside me.

"Fuck. I can't get enough of you." He said as he started fucking me harder. I was moaning and screaming like a slut, but I didn't care. I wanted this, and my body was craving for it.

"Come with me." I did.

He brought me to my bed and laid me beside him. I could see all the dry blood on the side of his face. I got up and grabbed a small wet towel. I sat beside him and started cleaning all the blood from the side of his face.

He looked at me when I tried my best not to look back. I cleaned all the blood, and he grabbed the towel from me.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"Apology not accepted."

"Hey!"

"I won't forgive you."

"You gave me the idea! You were going to smash the vase to my head!" I hissed, and he ignored me.

"You're going to smash the vase and kill me with it." I crossed my arms.

"You're infuriating."

"You're annoying."

"You're frustrating."

"You're an asshole."

"You're adorable." I blinked twice.

"You're a bastard."

"Yet you come five times." I narrowed my eyes to him.

"The title still follows." I stuck my tongue out, mocking him.

"Don't make me bite that tongue off." He licked my nipple, and I grabbed his jaw, pushing his head back.

"This is our last time having sex. I'm firing you." I lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

"No."

"No? It's not a question. It's a statement, Mr.Calland." I turned to him, but he was already looking at me. His hand grabbed my breast, and he was playing with it. I pushed his hand away.

"No."

"I'm going to hire someone else."

"Who is it?"

"You don't need to know."