Despite what Penny was doing to me, I was still striving to be a good man. I still believed in the law and the protection of innocence. And that’s what Lacey was: an innocent. She was unworthy of my unkind hands on her.
But Penny…
I climbed onto the table with Penny, pushing her legs apart to settle between them. She was worthy of it all.
“What are you doing?” she asked, coming out of her sleep haze with thick words.
She looked so beautiful, wickedly so, tied down, injured, deprived. Then she jolted, memories rushing back with a gasp. “Lacey? Is she—?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I interrupted. “But for now...” Time to play the game. “I almost… but I thought it would be much more fun to dangle her innocence for a little longer. But Penny… it left me wanting.”
“Wanting what?” For once, she seemed docile, switched off. How long had she laid here? Scared, begging? Imagining every scenario in her head of what I might do? Kill Lacey? Rape her? Ruin her?
I grabbed Penny’s pussy, this time not as harsh, pushing my fingers into her dry hole. I made myself sick, thinking of Lacey, what I could have done switching it up onto her sister instead. “You’re like a damn desert,” I admonished.
“Sorry for not being turned on by a cold table and an asshole kidnapper,” she spat, but didn’t try to squirm away.
“And you stink.” I turned my nose up at her.
She opened her mouth to retort, but I put my hand over it. “Smell your disgusting pussy, little killer, and tell me you’d happily fuck such a foul hole.”
Her eyes widened in anger, but she didn’t say anything until a few seconds passed, and she darted her tongue out to lick my palm. In surprise, I moved it away a fraction, and that was enough for her to lunge forward and sink her teeth into my wrist.
Pain shot up my arm, made me grunt.
She bit down hard, and I knew she wouldn’t stop. I’d seen what she could do with her teeth. We glared at each other, heat and tension and hatred passing between us as she gnawed on me, as I let her even when it felt like she was about to rip through sinew and bone.
I had a feeling this was our life now. What we had left of it. Hatred, burning and painful. Because really, Penny had been protecting the innocent too. When she murdered that first man, if what Lacey said was to be believed, that Penelope was convinced the men she killed planned to kill and rape her, she was just protecting innocence too. Herself included.
But no. We were too toxic. She was too fucking sick. There was no returning from this.
“Let go, little killer, and I’ll let you shower.”
I wanted her scrubbed up, because I was going to fuck her. Ruin her. It was time to play with our life and death.
Twenty-Eight
Adrian
Penelope’s eyes gleamed as I untied her from the table and stood back, her teeth falling from my arm without a fight. It was one of the things Randal said he promised her. She’d blown him for the chance of a shower. My jaw tensed so hard my teeth felt a second from cracking when I thought of him, the way he touched her and she let him.
Until she hadn’t.
I was learning her. What she would take, what would be too much. I was sure there was more to dig into; talking to Lacey had shown me that.
My prisoner licked her lips, her teeth, seeking the metallic tang of my blood as she stretched her freed limbs out, looking a little disgruntled.
“Too bad,” I told her, waving my arm in front of her face. “Not hard enough.” Just some teeth marks to ignore.
She scowled but said nothing as I pulled a gun from my back pocket and aimed it at her head, shooting her a look that dared her to try anything else.
“You think I’m afraid of that?” she asked, watching me close, still not sitting up, making no effort to move from her back.
“No.” I pushed it against her forehead. “But once you die, so does she. So you have an incentive to fear death.”
“You—”
I chuckled. “Call me whatever you want. I’ve got your number.”
