“Maybe just sometimes. I love the way you look at me and would love being in your display box, Daddy.”
“You beautiful, crazy, adorable boy. Don’t you know to run from danger?”
“But running towards it is so much more exciting.” He rolled his small waist, grinding his ass into my crotch, and I moaned. “Daddy?”
“Yes, sweet boy?”
“Are you willing to admit the truth to me now?”
I leaned forward and licked at his flat stomach. He dug his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back.
“What truth?”
“That you’re happy Agent Ellis is dead.”
My breath hitched. “What? That’s not—”
“You don’t have to pretend with me. I’d never judge you for wanting him dead.”
“I never wanted him dead.”
“But you’re glad he is.”
My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, too heavy to form words. What he was suggesting was vile. A man had died trying to protect him. The man who I’d caught with his arms around my boy. The same man who’d died because he’d gone up to my house, stood on my doorstep, and tried to persuade my boyfriend that he was better off with him than me.
“Yes,” I said hoarsely, my heart pounding in my chest as I plunged a little deeper into his blackness. “I know that makes me disgustingly immoral to be happy with a man’s death simply because he showed an interest in you, but yes, I’m relieved he can’t make any more advances toward you. Do you see what loving you has done to me?”
“And yet you don’t regret it.”
“Not one damn thing.”
He smiled, leaned in, and kissed me, his tongue on a quest to conquer a prize that was already his. I cupped the back of his head and gave in, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. I was at his mercy.
Cosmo bit into my lip so hard blood trickled out. He licked at the blood hungrily.
“You like it when I bleed,” I moaned.
“Only when I’m the cause of it. Your blood tastes good.”
“My little vampire.”
He giggled. “Can I bite you some more, Daddy? Or perhaps cut you more? I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“You want me to hand you a knife to draw my blood?”
“You said you would. I’m just testing whether or not you meant it. Did you?”
This was madness.
I got to my feet, his legs clutched around my waist as I carried him back inside. In the kitchen, I searched the drawer and picked up a small knife I’d sharpened yesterday. As if I had expected his request. I tested the blade on my thumb, and with little effort, a thin line of blood appeared.
“Are you sure?” Cosmo asked. “I don’t need a lot. Just a bit. I don’t know why it turns me on to see you bleed, especially here.”
I frowned and handed him the knife. “Why here?”
“Because I saw the pictures in the house. This is where you had your honeymoon, and I hate thinking of a time you were happy without me.”
I inhaled sharply and swallowed hard. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to watch your blood drip on the bed where you made love to your wife on your honeymoon, then ride your dick and make you come so hard that when you think of this place, the only people on your mind will be us.”