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Fuck me. They really do know.
This is it. They have me right where they want me. One last thing to hold over my head. One more thing they can torture me with, playing agonizing mind games to see me fall for the last time. I have to play their game and I’m gonna have to lie my way through this—about everything.
It’s about time that I give them what they want—even if it is all lies.
The look on her face is fucking priceless.
It’s almost as good as the shocked expression etched on her face when I ripped her sweats down, giving me a view of that perfectly pink pussy.
Fuck, I’ll never stop thinking about that moment. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see if she was turned on just like she was when I threw her against the wall in her cell.
The way her eyes blazed when I was squeezing her throat preventing her from breathing, was all I needed to see to know that she’s not as clean-cut as she likes to come off as. Even though shock laced her features, she lit up like a Christmas tree. No normal person reacts like that when their neck could be snapped at any second.
She has that same look in her eyes right now. She’s shocked as hell from how we know about Tommy Brennan. Confusion and panic paint her face, but she’s still dripping wet for me.
I know I should move the knife away from her pussy, but she loves it. That lust-filled look in her eyes is slightly overpowering the fear she has about me cutting up her pussy.
I nudge the blade to the side, pressing against her fold, making sure not to cut her yet. A deep hiss leaves her lips and her body tenses even more. I can tell she’s aching to rub her thighs together like she does when she’s turned on, but the threat of getting sliced stops her from getting that friction.
I fucking love seeing a hint of fear in her eyes. It doesn’t happen often and I have to work for it but when I get it, it’s like heaven. I wish I could bottle up that look forever, cherishing the vulnerability etched across her face.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like this.” My tone’s filled with humor. Instead of saying anything, she looks me dead in the eyes, trying to mask how she’s really feeling. “What do you think, boys? Is Agent Stone just as sick as us? Does she like the torture, the thrill of not knowing whether or not I’ll cut her up right now?”
“Mmmm, sure looks like she’s turned on to me,” Blais purrs in a deep tone behind me. I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s harder than a rock right now. He could get hard at the drop of a hat, but add in the blood, the knife, and the fact that he’s obsessed with the girl I’m toying with, and I bet he’s about to explode.
“I bet she’s soaking that blade with how horny she is,” Theon says, still leaning over her shoulder.
“You didn’t answer my question. Did it turn you on when you drove that knife into Tommy repeatedly?”
“It was self-defense, you asswipe.” Her voice slightly croaks with her lie. I abruptly pull the blade out of her sweatpants, holding it up in front of us. Looking it over, I can see her sweet juices coating the tip where I had it pressed against her clit. Every part of me wants to lick the blade to see just how sweet she tastes, but unlike Blais, I’m not willing to put that asshole’s blood in my mouth even if it’s mixed with her delicious arousal.
“Stabbing someone seven times is self-defense?” I cock my head to the side giving her a smug grin. It only pisses her off more knowing that I’m taunting her, just like she likes to taunt me.
“That’s what I said. Self. Defense.” She tries to wiggle out of the chair once again, but it doesn’t work.
“If that was self-defense, then I just killed Tony in the name of self-defense.” Blais chuckles beside us. Every time he makes a kill and gets a taste of blood, he’s able to slip into a place where he can truly be himself. He’s already wild, but even more so when it’s fresh. He’s going to be laughing about that for a while.
“Find the report, ask the cops. It was self-defense,” she says in a softer tone like she’s trying to convince herself of that, instead of us.
“You’re really going to keep lying to us?” I ask harshly.
Is she really that dense that she still refuses to tell the truth? We read the report. We all saw what it said. You’d think after what she just witnessed us do, she’d realize we aren’t fucking around.
“I’m not lying!” she yells with enough force to make her body shake. Her face is set in a scowl and her body is stiff in the chair. Her eyes are screaming at us to listen to her, but something doesn’t seem right about what she’s saying. The more she lies to us, the more I can feel my own anger rising, heating my blood.
I’ve never met someone who makes me lose my control like she does. We torture men that are despicable and annoying as fuck, that doesn’t even bother me. But every time she opens her mouth, it’s like a demon possesses my body and I can’t control myself.
Hell, she doesn’t even have to open her mouth to make me go crazy.
“You see. Tony was just another person we could easily get rid of that no one would bat an eye for if he were missing.” I come to lean down in front of her face as what’s left of Tony’s deep red blood drips down from her chin onto the shirt she’s wearing.
The red looks like candy across her soft pale skin.
I bring my hand up to her face and she doesn’t flinch away. She only stares at me with a narrowed gaze, pretending I don’t have an effect on her. I run my thumb along her jaw, smearing the beautiful crimson liquid.
Blais might be onto something with his blood obsession because it sure as shit is making my cock hard the longer I stare at her.
Maybe it’s not the blood, maybe it’s her.
