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His lips find my pussy again, kissing and caressing like a man on a mission. He sucks at the skin, rolling his tongue around my clit, all while keeping the knife poised at my entrance. When his teeth bite into my labia, pulling it back, I cry out, waves of pleasure ebbing through me.
Using the heel of his hand to stimulate my slit more, his hot breath echoes over my wet, flushed skin. One of my hands comes down and palms my breast, squeezing tight as he edges the knife into me.
I’m so turned on, I can’t tell if it’s the sharp or dull side. All I feel is excitement and a slight bite of pain. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, the sound almost primal and not at all like me. None of this is like me.
What would Mommy and Daddy say?
He withdraws, flicking my hip. I don’t understand how his hands can feel like they’re everywhere on my body, all at once, but it certainly intensifies the ecstasy coursing through me. Fire builds in my belly, pressure pushing up and down simultaneously, and my hands grip the bed sheets until my knuckles ache.
“Jesus Christ,bella. You’re fucking perfect.” With an inhuman growl, he buries his head between my thighs, sucking and lapping like a man getting his last drink for all of eternity. Like he can’t get enough. I writhe, pumping my hips up and pushing my pussy further into his mouth, riding the high he’s giving me.
The knife is back, swirling at my opening, but this time I don’t clam up. He doesn’t relent, devouring my clit like he’s trying to remove it from my body, while the blade begins its inward ascent.
Right at the moment he presses in completely, the instrument disappearing inside my pussy, I realize there’s no pain. I open my eyes and see the knife, closed, beside my body, while he stares up at me with those impossible gray eyes, fingers pumping into me.
‘I’m not going to hurt you.’
The sounds of my arousal, crude and sopping, fill the room. Just as his pinky probes the hole no one’s ever been in, fingering the tight ring of muscle, a sharp stab of euphoria washes over me. A tide released from the pull of the moon; I come harder than ever before.
My toes curl, back bows, mouth opening on a silent scream as fireworks explode in my mind, blacking out everything else—no pain, no shame. Nothing except the absolute ecstasy zinging to my extremities.
It’s so powerful that as soon as I’ve come down, I shift over the side of the bed and promptly vomit on the floor.
THE SMELL OF CHARRED flesh permeates the air as I walk into Crimson’s basement; inhaling deeply, I round one of the makeshift tables made of discarded milk crates, meeting Kal at his toolbox.
He’s wiping blood from a meat cleaver; hands gloved, as usual, black hair pinned back with a shower cap. A plastic smock drapes over his clothes, but a smidge of red still managed to splatter onto his neck.
I clear my throat, nodding at the slumped figure acrossthe room. Sheldon McCarty’s behemoth form droops in a chair, wrists and ankles chained down, head lolling forward. Thick, red liquid pools on the tarp around his feet and at least three fingers are missing from his right hand. And he’s completely naked.
“Get anything out of him?”
Kal shoots me a look, cocking an eyebrow. “Doubting me?”
Shrugging, I shove my hands into my pants pockets and watch as he tucks his toolbox into a structured duffel bag. “You know how important this is.”
“Every job is important; otherwise I wouldn’t fucking be here.” He mutters something about the Hippocratic Oath, turning from me as he adjusts the smock around his neck, tossing his bloody rag into a nearby biohazard bin. “In any case, I’m not done. He’s one tough son of a bitch.”
Pulling a pair of rusty pliers from his back pocket, Kal shoves his sleeves up past his elbows and makes his way back over to Sheldon. He kicks the man’s shin with the tip of his boot until a bruise starts to coagulate, and the congressman returns to consciousness.
Kal rips the gag from Sheldon’s mouth and grips the hair at the base of his neck, jerking his head up toward the ceiling. There’s a severe amount of detachment in Kal’s eyes as if this is the most normal thing in the world. That makes him the best damn fixer on the East Coast. Highest paid, too, which is the only reason he’s still at it. Helps him fund free clinic hours and vacation homes.
“Ready to tell Montalto here what your relationship with Caroline Harrison is?”
Sheldon’s breathing is sporadic, black eyes wide and disconnected—in shock, I’d guess, from what he’s endured thus far. Upon closer inspection, I see Kal left one mutilated finger still partially intact; the skin completely removed. Only bone remains with the tip ground down.
Instead of complying, the wheezing sack of shit spits at Kal and me, launching stringy blood and saliva in our directions. I’m too far for it to land, but it hits Kal’s exposed forearm, and an animalistic growl tears from his throat.
His hand flexes, drawing the pliers closer to Sheldon’s mouth, and he tosses me a quick look. “I suggest you decide now how important this fucker’s information is because I’m three seconds away from ripping out his tongue.”
Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I contemplate the situation. Sheldon likely has information on how many government officials in King’s Trace are involved in Dominic’s depravity. As days pass by, more of my blow goes missing, and Caroline shrinks from me, hiding her heart and soul as though I haven’t already staked my claim on them.
I want all of those men dead, for her. For whatever they did to her.
That they’re also stealing from me is just a fucking bonus.
We’ve yet to interrogate Angelo, however, and he’s the most likely to cooperate. It’s just a matter of getting him to come in; Gia says he’s afraid that if my father catches wind of his hand in the matter, his semi-immunity will disappear. It might, whether my father finds out or not. I haven’t decided yet.
Making my way to the chair Sheldon’s strapped to, I stroke the stubble lining my jaw, imagining this asshole’s hands on my wife. Touching her without her consent, just because her daddy said he could. Offered her as payment for debts that he accumulated with his own personal gain.
