Page 35 of Alfie, Darling


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Leaning over him, I held my knife to his throat, delighting in the way it trembled as he swallowed. ‘Tell me how?’

Panic filled his eyes, and I felt his balls surge. Lifting myself off his dick, I laughed at the strangled cry he gave, looking down to see him fucking at the air beneath me.

‘I can take you to Rosenhall,’ he said through his teeth. ‘We can go through his old office. I haven’t touched it since he died.’

That lit a small ember inside my dark soul. At last, there was at least a possibility.

Sinking myself back down over his purpled erection, I used my knife to carve a small H across his hip. ‘Tell me why I should trust you.’

My hands were red from where I used them against his seeping stomach for leverage. He hissed in pain as I quickened the pace of my hips. He looked half delirious.

‘I want to make it better. What I took from you that night. I can’t give it back, but I’ll give you all I can. I’m sorry.’

Pushing my bloodied fingers against my clit, I gasped with the intense ripple of pleasure that shot through me. ‘They all say sorry when they’ve got no choice. Sorry means nothing.’

Alfie’s eyes pricked with tears as I dropped my knife against his chest and wrapped a hand around his throat. My clit throbbed beneath my other hand as I viciously slammed myself down on him. Each piercing thrust of his studded cock sent waves of pleasure washing through me.

‘Let me prove it,’ Alfie said, his words strangled by my hand on his throat.

Trusting him made me feel weak, and in a rage, I picked my knife back up and pressed it against the throbbing artery in his neck. The coppery tang of blood filled my nostrils and sweat pricked across his tattooed chest.

‘I want to push this into your neck so fucking badly,’ I said through a moan. ‘I want to see you die without pleasure like I did the day you stole my virginity. I want to burn your fucking world down until you’re left there in the ashes, broken and damned.’

My cheeks were wet with tears of humiliation as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped its way through me, sending my thoughts scattering. Waves of pleasure and shame crashed together while my cunt strangled his hard dick, my voice crying out against my will. His eyes rolled back as he jerked his hips quickly, chasing the pleasure I’d denied him. A small part of me wanted to feel him gush up inside of me, to fill my barren cunt with his treacherous seed. To complete the cycle from twenty years ago.

But he deserved to suffer. I lifted my hips from him, grinding against my hand until my pleasure was truly spent.

‘Please don’t stop,’ Alfie said, desperation clinging to his words.

‘You’re lucky I’m going to let you live for another day. I’m not going to trust you, but I will let you proceed with your plan to get us into Rosenhall.’

‘Will you free me after that?’

Climbing off him, I wiped my bloodied hands against the bedding before pulling my trousers back on. ‘I never said I’d let you go.’

‘Then why would I help you?’

Taking in his battered body, and his swollen purple dick, I considered his plight. Why indeed? Self-preservation was likely his best motivator.

‘You’ll help us until they are all dead. After that, I’ll be finished with you.’

Alfie swallowed when I clicked my knife shut and put it in my pocket.

‘And you’ll let me go then?’

What was a promise between enemies? I’d done enough dark deeds for it to blight my conscience.

‘Sure.’

‘Harriet, what the fuck?’ Anger filled Petros’ words from the doorway.

Turning, I gave him a sweet smile. ‘You’re lucky you’re not next. No one takes my toys.’

Pushing past him, a knot of shame twisted in my stomach. But he’d betrayed me. Like every other man had done.

No different from the rest.

TWENTY-THREE

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