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I lean in close to James, the anger and pain in me burning. "You took everything from me. My mother, my childhood, and the chance to grow up with my Kings, the other pieces of my soul. It’s impossible to inflict enough pain on you in a thousand lifetimes to be enough for what you did.”
James almost physically relaxes as my words register, a slight look of relief entering his eyes.
Foolish. He obviously has not been paying enough attention.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
Chapter 40
Alex
IsilentlyobserveJamesfor a moment as I collect my thoughts. Playing with the blade of the knife in my hand, I use the tip of it to carefully clean under one of my nails before pointing it back at him. “So, if creep one and creep two had failed to seduce me, because let's face it, they were going to, what would you have done? Would you have tried to do it yourself?”
Derek growls slightly, but doesn’t interfere, letting me take the lead for now. James’ eyes bore into mine, but I can no longer see the man that I came to admire anymore, all I can see is the monster he truly is underneath the polished facade of a FBI Agent.
I tilt my head in contemplation, bringing the tip of the knife to my chin as I take a moment to think. “I remember what you said to my mother that night. That she was to keep sucking your cock and letting you fuck her cunt until you said so, and then I was to take her place.”
The whole room is still, as though the room itself is holding its breath. The atmosphere in that moment is so tense it becomes stifling. But James still doesn’t look like he is ashamed of what he has said or done. I lean forward so that my face is now closer to his, letting the knife fall forward, the tip pressing very slightly into the suit shirt he has on. I look down at it as I trail it down his chest, a slow scrape against the fabric there.
Peeking up at him from under my lashes, I give him a look, almost as though I would have seriously contemplated the thought. As though the very thought doesn’t make me sick to my stomach. “I’m sorry that I don’t have a Daddy kink, but I am now very fond of the concept of thrusting things inside of others.”
I push the knife inside of his abdomen to the hilt and watch his eyes widen and his jaw flex as he clenches it. I sigh to myself, happy to have gotten a reaction, even a small one. The wound won't kill him, it isn’t placed to kill, there is nothing of importance there. Well, not that I am aware of anyway. But the red of his blood starts spreading across the material in a pretty color anyway.
Derek steps up to my back, molding himself to my body and bringing his hand over mine on the knife, wrapping the fingers of his other hand against the side of my neck. He brings his face close to mine and I can feel his hot breath against the side of my face. The combination of that and the feel of his hardening cock against my ass has a heat going straight to my pussy. “Do we need another lesson, Little Darling? If you mean it, twist it.”
He turns my hand slowly. At the same time, he licks upward along my jaw toward my mouth at the same speed he’s turning my hand. I turn my head toward him and let him flick his tongue through my parted lips as I pant slightly. I touch my tongue to his as I continue turning the knife and then his hand trails back up my arm before he pulls away and steps back.
I return my attention to James again to see the hatred and rage on his face from watching us together, and blood pouring in a slow and steady stream from his wound. “Was that your intention, ‘Uncle Jimmy’?” my voice is caustic as I ask him the question, pulling the knife out of him. “Did you get hard thinking about using me like you used my mother? Did you imagine thrusting your cock into my cunt as you worded it?”
The knife in my hand gets buried in another part of his abdomen and this time he hisses out a breath as he flinches and jerks slightly from the pain. A new pattern of red blood starts to spread, almost like a liquid material dye.
Tristan chuckles from almost directly behind me, his hand smoothing up the skin of my leg revealed by my nightshirt until his hand is cupping my pussy. “I know I’m hard, and definitely not from thinking about his cock.” He removes his hand, but then his hand smacks hard against where it had cupped only a moment before. I moan softly and push backward as my pussy throbs, but my eyes remain fixed on James.
"I suppose we could end you right here, right now, they do have me feeling all sorts of impatient now," I say to James, my voice steady and cold. "You'd prefer a quick death, right? But what was that other thing you said that night? That’s not how this works."
Pulling the knife back out, I then slowly push it back into him just below one of his shoulders, stopping and shifting when it hits bone. He grunts, his whole face twisting in pain as the knife continues to scrape against the bone as it slides past and deeper into him.
“Hmmm, what information do we need from you?” I glance back toward Derek in question and see the hot look in his eyes as he watches me. “Do you need me to get anything from him while I have my fun?”
The low rumbling chuckle from Derek just turns me on even more. “No, Little Darling. We have everything we need about his whole organization. The wheels are already in motion to tear it all apart. We just wanted you to be able to have your moment and get your revenge.”
My heart gives a squeeze at his words. They may be psychos, but they are my psychos. They did everything for me and I love them for it.
Turning my attention back to the man tied to the chair in front of me, James tries to speak. All that comes out is a strained groan as the pain from the knife intensifies when I turn the knife again and pull it out slowly. More blood pours from the new wound.
"No, you don't get to talk anymore," I say, cutting him off. "You had your chance, you had years of chances, but you chose evil instead."
I move the knife downward, until I reach his stomach and then start pushing the knife in again, this time slowly twisting it like a corkscrew as it enters his flesh. He groans through a tightly clenched jaw.
“I’m getting impatient too, Little Darling. End it or I’ll fuck you while he’s still watching and bleeding out,” Derek growls from behind me.
I laugh in response, but he smacks a hand against my ass cheek and the movement just pushes the knife deeper into James’ stomach. James cries out from the pain this time. The pleasure just has my whole body throbbing.
James is looking at me as though I’m something from one of his nightmares. “Were you always this twisted? Who are you?” he manages to slur out. Okay so that last one may have been a bit too deep, obviously my play time is up.
I reluctantly pull the knife back out, watching the blood start pumping out of the new wound. “If you asked me that a week ago I would have said I don’t know. But now I do. I’m their Little Darling. Their goddamn Queen.”
With that, I bury the knife in the center of his chest and twist it and then yanking it out. His shirt is now completely red with blood. If it wasn’t for the gaping holes in the material, it may have looked like it was bought in that color. James’ head lolls forward and his breathing takes on a shallow wet gurgling sound.
