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Cruz holds his other wrist out, offering it up to me like a gift. I don’t hesitate as I bring my knife down again, watching as the blood splatters from the wound. I suck in a breath, the blood flow is too much. I whip around to Grayson. “Did I get the artery?”
He nods. “Yep,” he says as Cruz adjusts his grip on Knox’s wrist to plug the wound and keep the bastard alive for just a moment longer, at least until we’re finished playing with him.
I turn back to Cruz and cringe. “Sorry, I got a little too excited.”
He winks. “It’s fine, babe,” he tells me. “It was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You can make it up to me when I get you home.”
“Really?” I smile, all but batting my lashes as blood mixes with the water at our feet, creating quite the show.
The guys grin, and realizing that we’re going to have to speed up the process, they get to work beating the shit out of Knox while Cruz plugs the wound just enough to keep him from passing out. When Knox can barely keep himself standing, Cruz releases his wrist and moves in directly behind him, the excitement in his eyes making me come alive inside.
Cruz takes Knox’s head in his hands and slowly begins to turn, pushing it past its limits as we all watch in anticipation. Knox cries, knowing what comes next, but the few times that I’ve seen someone’s neck being snapped, it’s been a quick process. I’ve never quite seen it like this, and damn, it’s almost like Knox gets to come along for the ride, feeling every last moment as death pounds on his door.
“NO. DON’T DO IT,” Knox cries, his eyes wide as Cruz turns his head just that little bit further, snapping the tendons and ligaments that line his neck. He screams in agony, the sound bouncing off the walls of the showers, and just as Cruz has drained every last ounce of fear out of Knox, he violently twists, nearly spinning Knox’s head right off his shoulders and snapping his neck like a fucking twig.
CHAPTER 31
Knox’s body falls to the ground, the bloodied water splashing up around us as I breathe heavily, staring at Cruz as though I just discovered a whole new part of him that I never knew existed. “Holy shit,” I pant, barely able to control my reaction to him. “That was hot.”
Cruz grins and moves directly under the spray of water, letting Knox’s blood rinse from his skin. “You liked that?”
I move toward him, stepping right over Knox’s fallen body, completely enraptured by Cruz’s dark side. My hand falls to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, but something tells me that it’s not racing because of the guy he just killed, but solely because of the way I’m looking at him as though he’s my whole damn world. “Loved it,” I whisper, raising my chin.
Cruz’s lips crush down on mine and I kiss him deeply, our bodies pressing together as Grayson and King move in behind me and lift Knox’s limp body out of the water. They disappear out of the shower area and I hear them around the side, opening and closing lockers. There’s a strange gurgling sound but I ignore it and let it fade into the distance as Cruz’s hand trails down my back and squeezes my ass.
I moan into his mouth, needing him like never before, but all too soon, his hands are at my waist spinning me around, pressing my back against his chest as his lips fall to my neck.
I tilt my head, allowing him better access as his hands wrap around my body, one hand moving up to grip my tits, cupping and squeezing as his other sails down the wet leather and slides between my legs. His fingers rub against my pussy and I grind down against them, desperately wishing that I was already stripped bare and his thick cock was slamming inside of me.
A third hand plays at my collar bone and slowly trails down between my tits and I open my eyes, finding Carver standing before me, his gaze focused heavily on my body. I keep grinding against Cruz’s hand and Carver watches, the hunger in his eyes telling me that I won’t be going anywhere tonight until he’s come hard and had my taste on his tongue.
The undeniable pleasure rocks through me, and I close my eyes, needing nothing more than to just feel their hands on my body. “Touch me,” I beg Carver.
He doesn’t hesitate, moving in closer and letting me feel his warmth washing over me. Carver reaches out and grips my tank in both hands before tearing the fabric right down the center. A soft gasp pulls from deep within me and my eyes fly open, watching as he peels the tank away and drops it into the bloody water at our feet. He doesn’t waste a second, stealing the knife from my thigh and slicing straight through the center of my bra to free my tits.
