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“I had a hunch,” I say, pulling her in even closer.
CHAPTER 41
VIPER
Music is my weapon of choice when I’m torturing a man.
It deploys my hate and disarms my mercy.
If I want to cut, I play a song that makes my blade more creative
If I want to punch, I play a song that makes my fists hit harder.
If I want to inflict the maximum amount of pain on the man who inflicted the maximum amount of pain on me…? It needs to be something extra special to satisfy the darkness in my soul.
Flicking through my iPhone, I select the song as soon as it appears, and then I set it to repeat. I won’t be done in three minutes. Not when I’m planning to take all night over this.
As the first riffs of Beastie Boys’Sabotagekick in, I inhale every savage note, nodding my head in time as I approach the man tied to the chair in front of me; feeling the beats seeping down into my skin to silence my humanity.
He made me like this.
Today, I’m going to unmake him because of it.
O’Sullivan’s eyes grow wide when he sees the serrated knife in my hand, but he can’t say a word with the gag in his mouth. Leaning down to bring us face-to-face, I give him a smile as dead as the way I feel inside. This won’t bring me the kiss of absolution or the warm embrace of closure, but it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun while it lasts.
Using the tip of my knife, I carve the letter ‘V’ into his forehead, but this is just the beginning…
I made Frankie a promise he’d die screaming, and I have no intention of letting him down.
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Frankie slams me up against the wall so hard the picture frame next to us rattles violently. Dragging the hem of my black dress up past my hips, he rips down my lace thong and silences my protests with one of those hungry kisses that shuts the whole world out…
Except for gravity.
Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I dart sideways, still caged in his arms, trying to catch the frame as it slithers to the ground, but I’m not quick enough. I’m too drunk on lust and love, and there’s a loud crash as it hits the floor.
“Shit, that was an original,” I gasp out, as Frankie’s fingers continue to trail hot and insistent up the inside of my thigh. Never faltering, always claiming,forever fixing, despite the broken glass that’s now littered all around out feet. “Issa’s going to kill us.”
“I couldn’t give a fuck,” he growls into my hair, before dragging his stubble across my cheek, giving me pain with the sweetest of pleasures as he seeks out my mouth again. “And neither will she. Not with twins and Aiden as a husband. He’s the most demanding baby of all.”
My laughter turns to moans as he reaches the apex of my thighs and slides two fingers inside me. At the same time, his thumb lightly brushes over my swollen clit, and a jolt of pleasure zips through my core.
“So wet for me, baby,” he murmurs against my lips, his words heating up every part of me. “Sofuckingwet… I could write my name across your skin.” As if to prove the point, his fingers slip out of me, and I feel him trace seven letters into my stomach. “And do you know what the best part of it is?” he adds huskily, sinking to his knees. “You taste just as good.”
“Frankie, the glass!”
“Can’t feel it.” He smirks up at me as he hooks my leg over his shoulder and spreads my lips apart with his hands. “There’s nothing broken down here anymore.”
There’s nothing broken up here, either.
Wrapping his mouth around my clit, he drives his fingers back inside me. Three of them this time. And he’s not being gentle about it like he was before. He knows I need him to be rough and reckless with my body now, the same way he needs my fingernails to mark his skin. We leave each other with beautiful new scars every time we fuck because it helps to cancel out the old ones.
I need to feel him inside me constantly, even when we’re apart.
He’s stretching me open. Sucking, biting, circling—sliding me closer and closer to that other place I call home…
