Then he does something that nearly makes me grin. He grabs the back of her head, crashes his mouth to hers, and instead of kissing, sinks his teeth into her lower lip—hard.
Her scream tears through the room so violently it bounces off brick and steel. Tears pour down her cheeks as he holds for one brutal second longer before ripping away.
Blood smears across his mouth and chin, bright against his skin. When he finally releases her throat, she drops against the restraints in a broken collapse, coughing and shaking as sobs tear through split lips and ruined breaths. He wipes at his jaw with the back of his hand, glances at the blood streaked there fora lingering second as if it means something, then lifts his eyes to me—that dangerous smile cutting across his face.
“Go ahead, Dom.” He steps back without taking his eyes off me. “She’s all yours now.”
“Oh, come on, bro… did you really have to do that?” I rip the balaclava off my face before tossing it aside, frustration bleeding through every word. “I was actually enjoying myself undercover.”
Sierra looks at me, and whatever fear she felt before turns into something far worse. Recognition slams into her, and her face goes completely pale. Her eyes widen, fixed on mine, while her split lips part around a breath that never becomes sound.
I smile slowly, enjoying the way her body starts shaking harder against the chain.
“Yeah. That’s the look I was waiting for.” I let the silence sit between us, enjoying the way her body trembles under the weight of recognition. “Take a seat brother, and enjoy the show,” I tell Cain, flicking a hand toward the sofa without taking my eyes off her.
He gives me a short smile and drops back into the leather, whiskey once again in his hand, looking far too comfortable for a man covered in someone else’s blood. He lifts the glass toward Sierra in a lazy little gesture. “Remember this,” he says, voice smooth and almost friendly. “I was the kinder one.”
Her breathing catches at that, which pleases me more than it should. Fear is always sweetest when it arrives in layers.
While she struggles helplessly above the floor, I reach into my pocket and pull out the small device I bought days ago, turning it between my fingers with the quiet pride of a man unveilingsomething chosen with care. Then I step in front of her and hold it up where she can see it clearly.
“This,” I breathe out, a slow smirk pulling at my lips, “is for your cunt.”
Her eyes drop to it for half a second before snapping back to my face, as if refusing to understand might somehow save her from it.
I rotate it again, pointing with casual enthusiasm.
“This part goes inside your pussy, nice and deep, and this part sits right over your clit.” My smile deepens the second I notice the shift in her expression. “So… in conclusion,” I continue, my tone almost cheerful, “you’ll be getting double the fun and absolutely no time to recover after each orgasm.”
With my free hand, I reach into my pocket and pull out a small remote, lifting it so she can see it clearly.
“Because all of it will be controlled by…” I pause, glancing toward Cain. “Drum roll, please.” I flick the remote through the air, and Cain catches it one-handed without spilling a single drop of his drink.
“My brother.”
He smiles over the rim of his glass, dark satisfaction settling into his features as Sierra looks between us and finally understands that mercy was never invited into this room.
“Now, be a good little kitten, and stay still,” I tell her as I force her legs apart, keeping her pinned in place while horror flickers across her face in an instant.
I bring the device closer to her cunt, watching every muscle in her body tighten until she looks ready to shatter from anticipation alone. Then I pause, stare at it, and let out a low, disbelieving laugh.
“Unbelievable.” My tone drips with sarcastic shock. “Look at that.” I lift my gaze to hers, letting the humiliation land before the words do. “My little kitten is already wet.”
I raise the toy between two fingers and turn toward Cain, presenting it like evidence in a trial.
“Would you look at that, brother,” I say, dragging the words out slowly. “It’s almost like she knows what’s waiting for her.”
“Just get on with it already,” Cain orders, patience finally fraying at the edges, which only makes laughter rise in my throat.
“Let the game begin,” I drawl, still smiling as I move toward her.
One hand catches her leg and lifts it, forcing her balance to shift while the chain above her wrists rattles sharply in protest, and with the other, I push the toy inside her without warning. The device settles perfectly into place, its outer edge fitting over her clit with precise, deliberate pressure.
She starts trembling the moment Cain begins playing with the remote, sharp gasps breaking from her lips as her body reacts before she can stop it.
“I know how you sound when fear is mixed with pleasure, kitten…” My mouth brushes her ear, satisfaction darkening every word. “Now let’s hear what happens when pain joins in too.”
I move closer until there’s nowhere left for her to look but at me, my hands closing around her breasts while my thumbs drag over her hardened nipples, taking quiet pleasure in the way another shaky breath catches in her throat.
