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“Enough,” I growl, withdrawing my pistol. I point it at Falynn and then at Tasha’s crumpled, half-conscious form. “If I have to, I will teach you a very painful lesson tonight. You do not want this gun lodged up your ass, do you? I’ve done it before to those who were disobedient. You’d be surprised what the human body can take.”
Falynn glares at me with unfiltered loathing. Shehatesme. She wants me dead. I can feel the energy flowing from her. She’d do anything to kill me right now. To make me pay for what I’ve done to her.
She doesn’t realize we’re just getting started. What I have planned next will break her.
I step back, closer to Tasha, and kick her in her side. “Get up,” I order. I kick her again. “I said get up. You need to be put away.”
“No!” Falynn blurts out. Her fear returns, this time with tears. “Please, don’t hurt her. She’s done nothing. I’ll come with you. Just leave her out of this.”
“Princess, perhaps you’re not clear how our time together tonight will work. You speak when you’re spoken to. In other words, shut the fuck up.”
Tasha struggles to get to her feet. I’ve possibly slammed her so hard to the ground she’s broken a rib or sustained some serious bruising. I can’t say I give a fuck—the clock is ticking, and time is a valuable commodity tonight.
My brother may be back any second. If I’m to die, and surely he will kill me, I’m not going out without a big bang.
“Stay put if you don’t want to wind up in very bad condition tonight.” I shove Tasha inside the kitchen pantry and lock the door. She’s so unsteady on her feet that she stumbles off balance, smacking into the floor again.
Not my problem.
“You,” I say, turning around to face Falynn. I use my pistol to direct her. “Upstairs.”
I expect more pleading from her. None comes. Instead, she seems to put a brave face on, holding her head high and obeying my order. She starts up the staircase without any more goading from me.
Occasionally, I fuck with her. I push the barrel of my gun into her spine to hurry her along. My gaze falls to her ass.
So pert. So round. I’m sure my brother’s smacked it many times. Tonight my imprint will be the only one branding her skin.
I’m sure he’ll be livid, though it’s not like half of Vegas hasn’t seen her when she was stripping on stage at the Dollhouse. It’s not like she didn’t spread her little pink pussy for me when she was high off Cherry.
Falynn will enjoy herself in her own way. Even if she’ll never admit it.
We make it into the master bedroom. I shove her inside and issue my next order.
“I want one of your famous lap dances, princess. But first, take off your clothes.” My cruel grin lights up my face as I motion with the gun for her to start. When she doesn’t move, I bark the order again. “Take off your clothes, Falynn. Right now, or I will hurt you beyond repair.”
She stands stock-still, her face almost devoid of emotion. Except her eyes give her away. There’s a deep sadness in them, like I’m traumatizing her to the point she’ll break down.
“NOW!” I shout. “Or I’ll rip them off for you.”
Her hand shakes as she unties the belt of her robe. It slides off her shoulders and then drops to the floor. She’s wearing some kind of tank and shorts lounge set, the fabric thin enough the peaks of her breasts poke through.
“Take it off.” I motion to her shorts.
“Just kill me,” she whispers. A few soundless tears break free from her eyes and then slide down her cheeks. “Please…just shoot me. Kill me. I…I can’t do it for you. Not for you.”
“Youwill,” I snap, my teeth gritted. I slam my large palm on the top of the nearby dresser, making her jump. “You fucking will, princess. You have ten seconds, or I will tear your clothes off of you and fuck you with something that will leave youbeggingfor my cock instead.”
The savage threat is enough to make her. Her fingers slip inside the waistband of her shorts, and she lowers them, revealing a sexy red thong panty. I’m sure my brother’s seen her in it before; actually, knowing him and his impatience with women, I imagine he shreds most of her panties off her to the point this is a new pair.
“Dance,” I tell her. “Shake that sexy ass of yours.”
My cock’s already hard at the sight of her, but when Falynn’s hips start swaying, the tightness in my pants becomes unbearable. I could blow my load right now, and I haven’t even dipped inside her yet.
But her dancing’s half-hearted. She’s not really trying, more so forcing herself to move.
For a woman who supposedly had the men at the Dollhouse wrapped around her finger, it’s a pathetic attempt.
I’m not impressed.
