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“Too dangerous,” he answers as he removes his teeth from my skin. “And I could never degrade you that way.” He nuzzles into my neck and I have to stop myself from smiling. He’s just like a puppy. “If I’m going to share you, it’s because you’re begging for it.”
I scoff but can’t hide my amusement. Kade has definitely made me beg for it. They all have, but he and Noah are a different type of threat when it comes to that.
Taylor growls, breaking the haze of lust Kade keeps trying to drag me into. Fuck. You’d think I’d be satisfied after my evening with Luca, but one touch from Kade and I’m buzzing with need all over again. “You don’t know anything,” she spits out through gritted teeth, pulling at her chains again as she tries to throw herself at me.
The metal digs into her wrists and I can see the blood already starting to pool as she fights futilely against her restraints. I watch in amusement as she thrashes and curses me out. I don’t even have to do anything to hurt her, she’s doing it to herself.
She always was a rather stupid girl.
“Settle down,” I order at the same time I drive the knife into her thigh. She screams and I laugh, not able to hold it back. Kade runs his hands up and down my back, across my chest and stomach. Slow, taunting movements to keep me on edge.
He’s gotten a hell of a lot more brazen lately, not that I hate it. It does make it hard to focus though.
“We both know Romano doesn’t give a shit about other humans. Now tell me just what the fuck you’ve shared with him.”
“What? And you’ll let me live?” she asks in disbelief.
Kade laughs behind me but I just grin at her. “Oh Tay Tay, you still haven’t learned your place?” I mock as I break her hand. Again. You’d think once would be enough to remind her not to touch what’s mine. Apparently the fuck not. “Of course not, but I might make it hurt a little less,” I say sweetly as I twist the knife embedded in her leg.
“I have nothing to tell you, you spiteful bitch.” She barely manages to get the words out through the pain.
“Are you sure?” I taunt and pull the knife towards me, shredding the muscles in her thigh.
Her screams sound sweet to my ears as the tears pour down her face. I know that I enjoy this more than I should, but I’m not ashamed of this side of myself either. I wasn’t born a monster, I was forged into one. At least I have my men and my family to keep me tethered to some semblance of sanity.
Every day since that night in my father’s office has sharpened my broken edges into fangs and claws. Sometimes trauma makes you grateful for what you have. Sometimes it turns you into a sad bitch. Sometimes it’s too much to overcome. But sometimes, it turns you into something you don’t recognize. I don’t hate what my trauma has turned me into.
It was what I had to do in order to survive. To not be consumed by my grief. If it means being a little dark, a little twisted. Well, I can live with that.
I release my grip on the knife but don’t pull it out. It’s still too early for her to start bleeding out. Not until she gives me some indication of what she’s told Romano. I can’t imagine it being a whole lot, but it would be sloppy to ignore her.
“You’re probably right. You probably haven’t been able to give him anything anyways. Right? That’s why he wanted you to fuck Luca. Cause it’s the only thing you’re good for.”
The barb hits and she starts spewing all sorts of shit that she’s done for Romano. I sit back and listen to her give me everything I need to know. It was almost too easy. Hardly even any fun.
At least I still have William to play with.
By the sound of it though, she’s really only been able to relay to Romano our schedules and activities. Neither of which we keep the same anyways. It’s nothing we haven’t told Adam to share with him himself. The only thing is that she mentioned Rachel quite a bit.
Guess that explains why Romano went after her in the first place. Our ties weren’t exactly hidden, but we have plenty of others that he didn’t attack. Some of the pieces started coming together after Ryder recognized Christian at the warehouse they were keeping Noah, but knowing Taylor was telling Romano how often Luca met with her confirms it.
She’s moved on to crying and cursing me out again. I don’t think we are going to get anything more out of her.
I move faster than she can track, slamming my head into hers to shut her up. Kade snorts behind me, but moves with me, keeping his hands on my body. I ignore him even as tingles run through my body.
I grip Taylor’s face in my hand, squeezing her cheeks until her mouth pops open. An idea sparks at the sight and something a lot more heady than just tingles lights me up.
“Such a dirty mouth,” I coo. Kade sneaks his hands under my shirt and starts slowly lifting it. He’s having far too much fun with this. Not that I’m not too. “You weren’t really helpful,” I complain to her, still ignoring Kade as his fingers run just beneath my chest. He grounds his dick into my ass, pushing me even closer to her. She’s trapped between my body and the wall she’s chained too. His hand inches towards the center of my chest, caressing my breasts as he moves past them and spreads his hand across my throat.
I might lean into his touch. Just a bit. Sue me.
Terror, pain, and confusion war in Taylor’s eyes as she watches the pair of us. Kade’s moves are absolutely sexual, but they have nothing to do with her. He won’t lay a finger on her. Her kill is mine.
He squeezes my throat and I tighten my grip on her face, letting my long nails dig into her delicate skin.
“You can help me satisfy my curiosity though,” I tell her. Kade reaches one hand back down towards my waist and lets his hand roam over my ass before pulling another knife from the holster on my thigh and handing it to me. “I’ve pulled teeth before.” I shrug as I study the blade, running my thumb over the blue diamond in the handle. “Didn’t care for it.” I shrug and she begins to shake and tremble. It’s amazing what a few words can do.
“I’ve always wondered about the tongue though.” Understanding dawns on her and she fights to close her mouth. I increase the pressure of my hold, ensuring she won’t be able to.
