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Some women might say he was being gentle with her.
Unlike most of the other men in the room, he wasn't pulverizing his whore with his cock, or defiling her body like it was made of bendable rubber and not human flesh and bone.
I didn’t call it gentle, though.
I called it being lazy.
I called itbetrayal.
I knew how it worked around here. I knew that Trigger had to andwouldfuck whores, but that didn't mean that I was okay with it.
It didn't mean that I was going to allow it.
"If you want to keep your cock, I suggest you tell your whore to take her mouth off it," I said calmly, keeping my eyes on his flushed face. "Before I cut her throat, and she bites down and severs you."
Trig's eyes flashed open then, locking on mine, and he arched a brow but made no move to push her away. "Go to bed, sweetheart." His voice was thick with lust, his dark gaze penetrating me deeply. He licked his lips, his hungry gaze trailing over my body. "This is no room for children."
I narrowed my eyes. "You betray me."
He smirked. "No,mi amor. I work."
My eyes burned holes through his. "Last chance."
His smile deepened. "Goodnight,corderito."
Challenge accepted, I moved quicker than lightning and caught ahold of Tamisha's long hair.
Yanking her head back, I plunged my dagger deep into her neck, keeping my eyes on him the entire time.
"Estas jodidamente loco!" Trigger snarled, roughly shoving the whore away from his cock before she could bite down and sever him. "Jesucristo, corderito!"
"Help!" Gasping for air that would never fill her lungs again, the whore clutched her neck and scrambled backwards, spluttering and bleeding out fast. "Someone help me!"
No one moved to help her.
No one stopped fucking long enough to look at her.
Replaceable.
Collateral damage.
"What is she,mi rey?" I asked calmly, climbing onto his lap and holding the blade to his throat, hand steady as a rock – just like he taught me. "Tell me what she is?"
His eyes blazed with heat as his hands clamped down on my hips. "Puta."
"Good wolf.” Straddling his hips, I gently scraped the tip of the blade down his Adam's apple, smiling when he swallowed deeply and the blade nicked his throat. "And what am I?" A trickle of blood trailed down his throat and I leaned in, licking him clean with my tongue. "Hmm?"
"Mi reina," he replied, tone gravely as he hardened beneath me. "My queen."
"Who do you love?" I continued, taunting him with my softly spoken words. "Who does your heart belong to?"
"You."
"Say it."
"Te amo," he said gruffly. "I love you,mi reina."
"Only me,mi rey?"
