Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )

I took the initiative, and suddenly, Colin seemed bashful.

His face flushed in an instant, his gaze darting away as if looking for an escape.

"Look at me..." I pressed my forehead against Colin's, resuming the kiss we had started.

He tried to take control, but I quickly wrapped his shirt around his arms from behind, effectively tying his hands.

"Who... who taught you this?" Colin's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he stuttered, his presence imposing despite his flustered state. "The inte," I replied honestly.

"Maybe you should steer clear of... certain websites," Colin coughed lightly, seemingly impressed yet concerned about my learning capabilities. "Hold on..." As my fingers grazed his waist, Colin, trying to suppress his desire, spoke again, his voice husky. "Top drawer... condoms."

My eyes narrowed as I tightened my grip around Colin's neck. "Why's your man cave stocked with condoms?"

He better have a good explanation.

Colin's eyes avoided mine once more. "Thought... about keeping you here."

I knew it. He'd been plotting all along to keep me locked away in a basement, for moments like these!!

"It's... it's all above board," Colin muttered under his breath.

"Even spouses can't imprison each other without consent..." I chuckled softly, deliberately rubbing against him to tease.

Colin's breath grew hotter, his restraint evident. "Beg me..."

He was afraid I'd actually ask him to lock me up.

As long as it's consensual, everything's legal.

I leaned in for another kiss. "Colin... help me forget, even if it's just for a little while."

"Okay..."

Somehow, he managed to free his hands and flipped me beneath him, his kisses becoming more intense and desperate. "Colin..."

Calling out his name felt like a temporary escape from it all.

Only in moments like these could I focus solely on us, without overthinking or doubting anyone else.

...

It wasn't until 2 a.m. that Colin finally let me be.

"Untie my hands..." My voice was hoarse, and my eyes were teary as I tugged at my wrists.

He learned quickly, that much was clear.

"No." Colin huffed, pulling me into his embrace. "You'll run away if I do..."

"Colin!" I bit out his name through clenched teeth.

He remained indifferent, his hands wandering. "Phoebe... I still want..."

"Don't even think about it! Don't you dare!" I instantly became alert; he was after my life...

Colin let out a pitiful whine, wrapping his arms around me like an octopus, holding me tight.

"Colin, I'm warning you, untie me..."

He still didn't budge.

Exhausted, I eventually fell into a heavy sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the ropes around my wrists were untied, and I was curled up in his embrace, sleeping peacefully and securely.

I had to admit... Colin was like an antidote to me.

Colin and I spent the night in his secret lair, a basement room with windows, only ventilated by an air system, yet I felt an unprecedented sense of security.

"Sir, there's a woman outside claiming to be Damian's daughter," Eric knocked on the door just as Colinpretended to be asleep still holding me.

I narrowed my eyes and tugged at his ear. "Stop pretending."

Colin opened his eyes with a look of grievance, whispering softly. "Babe... my bad."

Now he realized his mistake.

"Damian's daughter?" Damian's

eldest daughter was born with cerebral palsy and was rumored to have passed away. His younger daughter was from his current wife, so it must be her.

The granddaughter of a mental asylum director.

"And Dexter is with her," Eric added.

My brows furrowed. Dexter and Damian's daughter together?

"Oh, and Melody," Eric added.

Colin sat up with a look of annoyance. "Next time, spit it all out at once. Tell them to get lost."