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“Don’tfuckin’talk about what’smine.” Roman lunged, but like I was Queen of this moment—and I was—I held up my hand.
“Stop! He’s mine. My test, remember? I can handle it.” Adrenaline coursed through me, and my pussy clenched. I could smell the fear wafting off of Lars. He was all big talk, but he was also chained to a wall. He couldn’t have been stupid enough to think this would go any other way than ending with his death. The death I was going to hand him. My back arched. I was eager. Hot to kill. Hot to fuck. Nothing—except fucking Roman—was better than this.
He locked eyes with me, his chest heaving, and finally stepped back, training a murderous glare on Lars. “Not another fuckin’ word, asshole.”
Lars glanced at me, then back to Roman. “What’s that bitch talkin’ about?”
My temper flared red-hot, and I didn’t say a word. I strode toward the table, chose the first serrated blade my hand fell onto, then walked back to where Lars was hanging from the wall. He was taller, bigger, and I was going to kill him for what he’d done to Moni. “Fuck you.” His hair was slippery with sweat when I twisted my hand into it and used the strands to yank his head back. The knife slid into his flesh like butter, and I wanted more, the resistance I would only get by going deeper. So, I did. I sliced into his throat and blood spurted, then streamed. “Die,motherfucker.”
Arterial spray hit the wall in front of me, and I glanced down. “Do I have blood on my dress?”
Roman stared at me, wide-eyed, lips parted, dick proud and tall. “Is it bad that I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life than I am right now?”
I stepped around Lars’s body, still bleeding but writhing now for a second until he stopped, and his body slumped in his chains. “No. I could fuck.” When Roman held out his hand, I waved to the other one. “Give me your gun.”
Roman held out a semi-auto Glock. I took it with a firm grip. “He’s already dead, sweetheart. What do you need my gun for?” he asked.
I checked the side, making sure that the safety wasn’t on, and pulled back the slide.
“You know how to use a gun?” He sounded amazed, and all I could do was roll my eyes.
“Roman,” I said gently. I’d already told him I hadn’t been allowed to bring mine when I’d come from Maine. “I’m from down-east Maine. I know how to fire a gun. I know how to hunt. I know how to fish. I’m not afraid of skinning a deer.” Without hesitation or remorse, I turned, aimed, and shot Lars in the dick.
I did not give that first fuck. He’d deserved to die. Twice.
“Rylie.” Roman put his hand on my shoulder. “I think he’s dead.”
“Dead men don’t need dicks.” I shrugged his hand off and shifted to face him with a smile. I handed him the gun by the grip. “Here you go. I did the dirty work. You can clean up the body.”
Roman growled low in his throat. “I’m gonna fuck you, Rylie. And then I’m going to make you mine.”
“Is it bad that I kind of wanna do it right here?” I ran a hand down his chest, not sure which one of us I was teasing.
Roman lowered his head, capturing my lips in a punishing kiss. When I was sure he planned to take me against the wall, he pulled away. “I’m not fucking you here.”
Then, for the second fucking time, this asshole picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“Roman!” I shouted. “Put medown. It’s not funny. I’m in a dress.”
“No.” He opened the door to the basement and strode out as my dress tried to flip up. “I’m gonna carry you to the office and fuck you on the couch I just bought. And maybe the desk, too.”
“I’m not wearing any panties,” I groaned miserably. “Put me down.”
“I’ll follow, hold your dress down for you,” came from the hall. “No need to ask twice, just the once will do.”
“Go the fuck away, Asher. Before I kill you myself.”
“Roman,” I hissed. “Don’t let him see my ass.”
“Asher,” Roman said as he moved one hand to cover my ass and keep my dress down. “Make yourself useful and get rid of the body.”
I couldn’t see anything, besides the curve of Roman’s ass, but I smiled, faux irate, pushed against Roman’s ass, and leaned back so I could see the other man who'd been in his office.
“I just killed a man,” I told him. “If you tell anyone you saw my ass or me without my panties, I’ll creep into your room in the middle of the night and smother you with a pillow.”
“Yeah.” Asher laughed aloud. “You’re gonna fit in just fine, Rylie.”
Roman continued walking, and I gave up trying to hold myself upright. This was inevitable and fighting it was a waste of energy. The trek to the basement seemed like it’d taken an hour, but then Roman flipped me right-side up in his office.
