Beggar

Chapter 31: "Are you going to be a good girl and cry for me?"

It takes two days to get from the west side of Blaylock back to the north side.
It took us a week.

Me and Sayter would stop at Inn's to sleep and stay till noon or later— just to snuggle into him as he played with my hair, just to let him get in the bath with me and kiss down my back, just to fuck me on the counter, against the wall, and deep into the bed. I gave him everything I was and refused to get into the carriage to get back on the road unless we were both satisfied. When we did, I laid my head on his lap or kiss him relentlessly or got on my knees to suck him.

I felt like I fell in love with him all over again. I had never known how much, truly, he cared about me. Not like this. It was as if I was a flower, and other men wanted to pluck me from where I was to take my beauty for themselves, but Sayter liked to admire it, liked to appreciate just being around it.

We were in the carriage again, and I pulled my lips away from his, "Did I take you're virginity, my little Crime Lord?" I purred, some sort of amusement perking.

He didn't answer, just tried a hateful glare. He failed utterly as I kissed his cheek.
I had my answer.
"Aw, my little prune."

He pulled my hair back, his hand on my thigh,
"Wanting to be punished again so soon?"

My voice dipped low and sexy, "Maybe."
I ran a hand down his chest, admiring the way the buttons shone. I'd pluck them apart one by one with my teeth, then his belt, then all below..

We were so close to the house, but I felt like I couldn't wait another God's damn minute. I needed to touch him, needed to feel him.
"So I was your first? Oh, darling, you're finally a man." I teased, he only scoffed and slapped me hard on the ass.
"Every woman on the continent was positive I would of slit their throat if I got near them, and I would have," He played with a strand of my hair, watched it bounce into a curl when he pulled and released it.
"I never needed a woman in my life unless I was strapping them down to have them skinned." He grinned wickedly, and I kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Why me, then?"

His grin died, and Sayter looked me in the eyes, wanting my full attention, "You were the first women I met who would and could do the same to me as I would do to you."

"Seduce you?"

"Kill me."

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Sayter and I spent the week together after we got home conversing in wedding plans and pleasure. He had to go back to work, eventually, and though I begged him to stay just one more day at the house with me, I couldn't keep him forever.

He did give me something to do, though, while he was away. Gave me Merek and Thea, my two toys. I had the option to kill them, to do with them as I pleased, but I kept them both alive, nothing out of kindness, but because I was just so bored.

They were both tied down to chairs behind me as I picked at Soul Stealer in the fireplace. It had never burned, and I figured once Mercy left me alone it would finally curl into ashes. It did not; and there was something poetic about the way its pages blew against the flames but stayed peacefully bliss.

But this book would go on to live an eternity and longer, just to give Mercy something to consume.

As if I'm not enough.

I thought, turning to my pets. I walked close but safe out of reach.
"Hello. Merek, always bizarre to see you. Thea, my little slut. I go missing and the first thing you do is stay down here with my fiancé for a week before you finally decide to make yourself useful."