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“Having fun, sugar?” Ace’s voice is amused, and when I turn back to him, his eyes match as they roam over me hungrily. I look down at my hands and arms, the blood of my victim coating them. “Fuck, you look hot as hell right now, baby. I can’t wait to get you home.”
A small moan escapes from my throat, and a blush hits my cheeks. Maybe Ace is just as fucked up as I am.
I let out a steadying breath and reach across the table for a tool I recognize too well. One that was used on me time and time again during my training. A cattle prod. And I fucking relish in the way Cyrus’s eyes flare with fear.
Fuck. It’s intoxicating.
“I bet you think you broke me,” I muse as I turn the device on as high as it will go and immediately jab it into his side.
The scream that fills the chamber brings a smile to my lips, and I don’t even try to analyze how fucked up that makes me.
“I thought I’d never be able to enjoy sex because of all the things you did to me.” I shake my head and zap him again. “But all it took was a man who loves me, and I have my body and mind back.”
“You’re fucking crazy!” he yells.
I laugh, my head falling back. “That’s rich coming from you. So far, I haven’t done anything you didn’t do to me. So which one of us is crazy?” I raise a brow in challenge. “You used to get off on my pain. Used to fucking thrive on it. And how many women were there before I came along?” I question. If there were others and they’re still alive, I need to know. I need to help them the same way Ace and the others have helped me.
“Does it matter?” he challenges. “They’re all broken beyond repair.”
I force the prod into his ribs and hold it there for long seconds as bolts of electricity force their way through his body and his screams bounce off the walls. “Like I was broken beyond repair?” I snap. “The thing is, that sure, I was broken. Fucking obliterated after what you did to me. But all it took was the right person to piece me back together.”
Arms wrap around my waist and tug me back against their hard body. The tension in my body releases the second I’m in his arms, and I drop the cattle prod onto the table where it was before. “You don’t know how fucking sexy you are right now, sugar,” Ace growls against the shell of my ear, and I feel the evidence of his arousal against my ass.
I watch as Cyrus stares at us, his eyes so fucking cold it looks like he’s already dead. Soon enough he will be, and then that’s one less scumbag to hurt innocent women.
“How’s the used-up pussy?” Cyrus challenges Ace, and I feel him stiffen behind me. He’s trying to provoke him to take over because he thinks death will come quicker. But he doesn’t need to know that he’s going to take his last breath sooner rather than later. “She was never much of a fuck when I had her, but she could give a mean fucking blow job.”
A laugh bubbles in my throat before I can swallow it down because he’s grasping at straws. He’s doing everything in his power to make us kill him quickly, but he’s only going to make things worse for himself.
Ace’s body relaxes slightly behind mine, the sound of my amusement must be giving him an ounce of comfort.
“The world will be a better place once you’re not in it, Cyrus.” I reach for a knife on the table and bring it to his throat, watching in delight as fear flares behind his cold dead eyes. “Enjoy hell.”
Before he can say another word, I slice across his throat, watching with bated breath as blood falls from the wound and his eyes flare with panic. I don’t know why I remember the time he told me this was the most effective way to kill someone after he caught one of his guards looking at me a little too long, but the irony isn’t lost on me.
“Bend forward, sugar,” Ace murmurs against my ear.
I look over my shoulder at him and meet his heated gaze. Oh fuck. “Ace…”
“Do as you’re told, Mia. Don’t make me ask again.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
ACE
Ihave to have her.
There’s something so fucking sexy about watching my woman torture the man who held her captive, who kept her away from me for so many years, and I’ve been rocking a hard-on since she picked up the first knife.
I truly thought neither of us could be as fucked up as Tommy is, but it’s pretty clear the insanity didn’t miss us.
There’s a hint of trepidation in Mia’s eyes as she looks over her shoulder, but I refuse to go another moment without being balls deep in my woman, and I want this asshole’s last moments on earth to be filled with how much he didn’t break her.
I want him to see her pleasure as the life fades from his eyes.
Mia complies slowly, leaning forward until her back is arched and she’s a few feet from Cyrus. Without hesitation, I tug her yoga pants and panties down before making quick work of my belt. I never fuck her without foreplay, and it’s not something I plan to make a habit out of, but right now I can’t wait. Not when my cock is aching for her and Cyrus is bleeding out before our eyes.
As soon as my jeans and boxers are down, I press my aching length to her entrance and groan. “You’re so fucking wet, sugar. Did hurting him make your pussy ache for me?”
