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We kiss for what feels like an eternity and a second all at once, and it’s over before I’m ready to let him go.
“Let’s take care of business and then we can go home,” he whispers against my lips, and I murmur an affirmative noise in my throat.
“I want to shoot him in the dick,” I state as Knox pulls back, and his eyes roll as he lets out a groan.
“Fuck, woman, you’re trying to kill me with talk like that,” he moans, his voice husky as he adjusts himself, and I find a giggle spilling from my kiss-swollen lips.
Jude scoots back as Knox holds a hand out to me. I take it, allowing him to help me up on my only slightly shaking feet, Jude’s T-shirt settling around my thighs and covering all the important bits. The orgasm has done me the courtesy of making the pain in my ribs less, so moving isn’t as painful as it was before.
“Will you teach me how to fight, Daddy?” I ask as he leads me the few steps to where Aeron and Dean still wait. Knox pauses, looking down at me.
“Once you’re healed, I’ll teach you all you need to know, Little Bird,” he tells me, looking me dead in the eye like his words are the most solemn vow. Perhaps they are, as no one has ever offered to enable me to take care of myself, to fight off those who would try to hurt me.
“Thank you,” I reply, my throat thick before I clear it.
“I’ll take it from here,” Aeron tells him, coming to walk around to where Knox has paused us. “You get him in the right position.” Knox gives Aeron a nod, then gives me a chaste kiss on my cheek before kicking Dean in the chest.
There’s a loud thwack as his head connects with the concrete, and he groans, his eyelids flickering like he may pass out.
“Oh no you don’t,” Tarl snarls, walking over and crouching down, taking a small bottle out from his pants and holding it underneath Dean’s nose. The broken man comes to with a jerk, another pained groan falling from his busted jaw, and I can’t find it in me to feel an ounce of pity for him.
Knox places his boot on Dean’s chest, exerting pressure until I’m sure I hear something, possibly his ribs, creak. Aeron’s warmth surrounds me from behind as he runs his hands down my arms, then he places a gun in my hand, keeping his hand over the top of mine, our fingers intertwined.
“Have you ever shot a gun before, Dove?” he asks in a sensual whisper against my ear that has me shuddering with desire against him. He steps in closer, so not a breath of air is between us, settling in until I can feel his hard length pressed against my lower back. He’s just as hard as Knox claims to be, and fucked up bitch that I am, I want to fuck him right now as I pull the trigger.
“No,” I breathe back, my voice all kinds of deep and husky.
“Place your finger here, over the trigger,” he orders, helping me to put my finger in the right place and keep the gun steady, aimed at Dean’s jeans-covered crotch with his grip. “And when you’re ready, breathe out, then pull.”
I take in a deep inhale, letting my body go still. My heart hammers in my chest, but not with terror. No, all I feel is a spine-tingling excitement. I let my breath go, doing as Aeron said and pulling the trigger at the same time. My shoulder jerks with the recoil, my ribs twinging, but I’m full of too much adrenaline to feel it. The sound of the shot is loud in the room and the crimson of Dean’s blood splatters as I leave a gaping hole where his dick once was. He makes an animal scream, writhing on the cold floor but I feel nothing other than a sweet sense of satisfaction and a lightness in my chest as I gaze down at him.
I remove my finger from the trigger, a wide smile on my face, as I stare at the carnage before me. “I want to do that again.”
Aeron laughs, taking the gun away as he nuzzles into my neck.
“I love it when you talk dirty, Dove,” he groans huskily, biting the skin at my throat which has me moaning and my eyes almost rolling. “Knox can teach you how to fight, I’ll teach you how to shoot, and Tarl…” He peppers my throat with kisses which causes my thighs to tremble as his words trail off. Had he done this earlier, my aim would have been shot to hell.
“Tarl?” I repeat, angling my head so that he can have better access. I feel his smile against my skin, and more tingles rush over me, my thighs slick with arousal.
“Tarl will teach you all the ways to make someone hurt before they die, leaving them in agony until the very last second, begging for your mercy.” His voice is a deep rasp, and fuck me, I swear I almost came from his husky tone alone. Add in the words and I’m a hot fucking mess.
My breath leaves my chest in a stuttered exhale, and I lift my hooded gaze to catch Tarl’s, one blue eye and one amber focused on me. He doesn’t hide the raw lust in his eyes as he watches me in Aeron’s arms, his tongue coming out to slowly, teasingly lick his lips, as if he’s trying to capture my taste from his kiss with Jude moments before.
“How do you want to finish him,Azizam?” he asks me, his own voice a glass full of sinful indulgence.
I shiver when Dean makes a pained sound in his chest. I know that some part of me must be broken not to feel horror and revulsion at the man lying at my feet, broken and bleeding out as he is, but I don’t. I don’t feel bad at all. In fact, my heart beats fast in my chest, and by the way my core tightens I know that the sight of my vengeance turns me on unlike anything that I’ve experienced before.
Perhaps that’s another thing to add to the list for my future therapist.
Aeron’s hand slips along my thigh, his low groan vibrating through me when he reaches my inner thighs and realizes just how wet I am. It makes it nearly impossible to concentrate on Tarl’s question, and I have to swallow a few times before I can answer.
“Step aside,” I say, my voice husky but unwavering. My hand ghosts down Aeron’s arm, back to the gun he still holds as his other hand toys with the area around my dripping sex. “Help me shoot him in the head, Devil Man?” This time my tone is a little uncertain. Not because I don’t want to do it, but maybe because I know that everything will change once I’ve killed him. I will never be the same again.
I gaze around at the piles of bodies that litter the room, the bodies of my abusers, and I know that this is the only way to end this chapter of my life, and I’m okay with that, more than okay.
“Always, my love,” he whispers back, his hand on my thigh leaving, a small whine of protest coming out of my lips. “Don’t worry, Dove, I’ll finish what I’ve started after we conclude business.” He releases a chuckle before he brings our arms up, sighting Dean’s head in the center of the barrel. “Deep breath, just like before, then pull.”
I follow his instruction, my grip steady underneath his as I think about all the times a Soldier hurt me, raped me, took what didn’t belong to them. Every time they tied me down and I was unable to defend myself against the monsters that surrounded me.
