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“We use them. We break them down until they have nothing left to offer. We take what was once whole and break it into a million unfixable pieces. Half the time, our dicks are still inside them when we snap their fucking necks.”
Holy shit. By the time he was done, his words had me soaked, damn near ready to ask him to fuck me again.
I didn’t want to be broken. The thought of breaking someone else with him, though…that sounded like my kind of party. But if I went down that road, I knew how it would end, which was precisely why I could never let him know just what it was he did to me, the way he made me feel.
Not to mention Arlen’s life was in my hands. If I thought for one second he was bluffing, I would call him out on it, but I knew he would act on his threat in a heartbeat. I could only hope she was strong enough to survive the ride of insanity we were about to climb on. After all, I would be fucking the conductor to ensure we survived.
I knew a deal was the equivalent of handing over my soul, but I didn’t have any soul to give anyway.
“I’ll do it.”
“Cali, it’s not worth it. Don’t you dare take that deal!”
I took it—and everyone in the room seemed to know something I didn’t.
Part Two
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
He let me up but didn’t let me go.
I was still between him and the table when he told his friends to take Arlen to get cleaned up after assuring me she might be hurt, but not killed, which wasn’t really that reassuring at all.
“There’s something I need you to do before we discuss a course of action, but first, turn around.”
I turned to face him, rubbing my jaw, wondering what he was going to do next. Peering up at him, I was once more in awe of him. His beauty was the best illusion I had ever seen. Whoever taught him how to mask his true nature had done a phenomenal job.
He was flawlessly gorgeous on the outside, vile and revolting on the inside.
He was perfection.
I didn’t need anybody to tell me that he was a bad idea that would more than likely end with me being killed. I knew that—it was part of the allure. I knew he would hurt me but that’s what I wanted. It would make up for all the other men who did it without my permission.
I was willing to give myself to a merciless killer, knowing full well what the ramifications could be. I was a grown woman making her own decisions and no one could take that right from me ever again.
I’d followed the rules long enough. I just wanted to find myself. This was too new to know if it would last forever, and it would never be considered normal, but it was my present and I wanted to indulge in it. He was a hazardous risk and a mystery; I’d never been more certain about anything in my life. Whatever this connection was between us, I fucking needed it.
He stepped forward and raised my chin with his knuckle, gently brushing his lips down either side of my face before hovering them over mine. “Sit on the table and spread your legs.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I backed up until the rim of the wooden table was at my ass and hopped up. Still watching him, I parted my legs. With no underwear on, my arousal was put on display.
“Cali,” he tsked at me, gnawing his bottom lip and closing the small distance between us. “Which part made your pussy this wet?”
He braced his hands on my bruised knees and skimmed his lips down my neck. I sucked in a shaky breath, curling my fingers into my palms, fighting the urge to touch him.
“Was it the visual of me fucking you in the ass, watching my friends fuck yours, or the idea of me tearing another woman apart?”
“All of it,” I breathed, turning my head to catch his mouth. I ran my tongue over his lips, seeking entrance, intertwining it with his when he granted it. His large hands gripped either side of my face and he slightly pulled away. “I’m going to push you straight into madness,” he whispered in my ear before dropping to his knees.
“This is mine,” he growled, burying his face between my thighs. He took his time sliding his tongue up and down my slit. “I love the way you taste,” he soughed against me.
I jerked at the feel of him pushing two of his digits inside me and then slowly pulling back out, still freshly sore from the way he’d taken me less than an hour ago.
He latched onto my clit and held it between his teeth, massaging it with the tip of his tongue.
I bit down on my lip to stifle my moans, starting to move my hips against his mouth in rhythm with his languid strokes.
The sound of him feasting on my wet pussy and my untamable whimpers reverberated in the air.
