Page 17 of Silk and Sirens

“Fuck you!” he hissed, arms straining as he struggled. “I don’t know an Olivia.”

“Ah, careful. I wouldn’t want to accidentally cut you,” I teased.

Graham’s nostrils flared, his erection nothing but a limp noodle.

“Aw, can’t keep up with me?” I laughed. “Don’t worry, most men can’t.”

“Fuck you!”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen. So, do you know this was how Olivia was killed?” I lied, emphasising the knife. “Oh, wait. Of course you know.”

“No … no!” he panicked, and I eased up on my grip. “That’s not what happened!”

The door opened behind me, and I turned to find Renley standing in the doorway with a frown. I knew for a fact I’d locked the door, which meant he’d used a master key.

“Oh look, we have company.” Licking along my bottom lip I ignored his disapproving look.

“What the fuck, man?” Graham screeched. “Help me!”

“Oh, no. He doesn’t get to play.” I glared at Renley with a warning, and he simply returned the look as he came to stand by the wall.

“What are you doing?” Graham cried until I cut off the words.

“What happened with Olivia?” I asked not so nicely.

“It was a mistake!” He tried to free himself once more and failed. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that, I’m sor⁠—”

Renley took a single step forward, and Graham recoiled on instinct. I couldn’t blame him, as Renley made most men hesitate. Tall and broad, he radiated an unmistakable aura of danger. I’d always assumed it was the scar slicing across his chin that unsettled people, but others have said it was his eyes. One was dark brown, while the other was an unusual green tinged with a touch of yellow.

I hated him for other reasons, but that was beside the point.

Because Graham seemed to have forgotten I was the one with a blade to his throat. I pursed my lips at Renley, who was staring at my guest silently.

“What … what do you want from me? I did it, didn’t I? I just couldn’t do the last thing.”

I pulled back the knife, moving so I was in his line of sight. But he was still gaping at Renley, which just wouldn’t do. So, pinching his jaw, I forced him to look at me.

“Last thing?”

“They … they said I was allowed to fuck her first! Please, I killed her like I was asked. But … I couldn’t do the tongue.”

The revelation made me turn cold, my chest tight. “The tongue?”

Graham frowned, eyes darting over my shoulder before I pinched his jaw with my nails, drawing him back.

“What were you doing with her tongue, Graham?”

“I …”

I lifted my foot, pressing the tip of my heel against his testicles.

“Cut!” he cried, snot and tears smearing across his face. “Please … I couldn’t cut it out! She bit me, and I lost my temper.”

I pressed down harder with my foot so Graham shrieked, his testicles crushed beneath my high heel.

He went limp, slumping unconscious in the chair.

Pathetic.