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“Maybe I am, but you’re the one chained up in my basement, fuckface.”
“Chained!” he yells, pulling them taut. “You wouldn’t dare challenge me if I was not in chains. Pathetic.” He spits again and a blob of bloody saliva lands on my shoe. I feel the tension in Max even from here, but he stands back and lets me handle it, and I love him even more for it.
I circle him slowly, looking for the places he’s already injured so I can use them to my advantage. “Maybe you’re right about that,” I admit. “Although I did beat you yesterday, didn’t I?” His face turns purple with rage. “But I guess I wouldn’t stand a chance against a big guy like you if you weren’t chained to this floor.” I already know about the knife wound beneath his left arm that I gave him, and I recognize my sister-in-law’s neat stitches. I note the large purple bruises over his kidneys. The deep gash on his shoulder and the laceration to his left ear. My brothers really were gentle with him before they tossed him down here and left him for me to deal with.
I come full circle until I’m standing in front of him again. “But youarechained to my floor.” Smiling, I slice off his left ear and toss it onto the floor at his feet. He doesn’t scream or yell. Instead he clamps his lips together, breathing heavily and trying to hold all the pain inside him.
“And I seem to remember you needing to keep me tied up. Pathetic little girl that I am,” I say with a shrug.
“Bitch,” he eventually spits. “You were promised to me.”
Max growls loudly from behind me, but I remain focused on Viktor. “But I was never my father’s to give away,” I remind him, slicing through the middle of his left nipple and causing fresh blood to run down his chest.
He cries out, but the sound doesn’t affect me. I thought it would, but it doesn’t even make me flicker. I think about Monique and how he manipulated her. How scared my family and Max must have been when this piece of shit took me. Ash in the hospital. And Henry who will never get to take his own revenge. It all bubbles inside me like a tiny volcano of rage. I force the knife into the freshly stitched wound beneath his armpit, and this time he screams. “That was for Ash, you asshole.”
He lunges for me, but his chains hold him back. Max warned me about this, about how adrenaline and survival instinct kick in and can give someone an unexpected burst of energy. Asshole had that coming. Then I picture Henry’s face. Grumpy but sweeter than sugar. Henry who was killed just because he was protecting me.
“And this”—I plunge the knife into Viktor’s chest—“is for Henry, you twisted sick fuck.”
He roars with anger and pain and defeat, and I take a few steps back, bumping into Max. He wraps his arms around me, and I realize I’m trembling.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he says against my ear. “But this man has been trained to endure physical pain. I’ve got a much better way to hurt him. You think you’re up for it?”
I stare at the monster on the floor. “Yes.”
ChapterFifty-Two
MAX
“My girl is really something, huh?” I ask Viktor as he lifts his head again, his eyes narrowed. Blood pours from the wounds in his chest and the wound on his head where his ear used to be.
He spits blood onto the floor. “She was promised to me.” I have to admit it, the guy has balls the size of boulders and he can handle pain better than most of the men I’ve tortured. “That makes her mine.”
I grab hold of his hair, tipping his head back. “Yours? You really think so?”
“Mine!” he snaps, his body shaking as he tries to wrench out of my grip and jerks against the chains that bind him.
“No, Viktor.” Walking over to my girl, I grab her by the hips and yank her toward me. “She is mine. All fucking mine.” My cock is already semihard from watching Joey using that knife on Viktor, but at the feel of her body brushing against me, it stiffens like an iron bar. “Every fucking inch of her. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Yes. All yours, Max,” she says sweetly, throwing our captive a wicked grin.
He curses in Russian while I place my hand beneath her dress and slide it into her panties, making her eyes darken with heat. “Every.” I force my hand further into her underwear. “Fucking.” I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she moans loudly. “Bit of her.”
“Oh, fuck, Max,” she hisses, grinding herself on my fingers.
I push her back against the wall and drop to my knees, tugging her dress up and pulling her panties off before I stuff them into my pocket. Satisfied that my back obscures Viktor’s view of her, I spread her thighs wider and brush my lips over her waxed mound. She smells so fucking good. So ready for me. Always ready for me. Viktor curses in Russian again and spits my name as though it’s poison.
I slip two fingers between her folds, smiling when I find her dripping for me. Using the pads of my thumbs, I part her wet lips, exposing the swollen bud of sensitive flesh. Her scent is thick in the small windowless room, and I wonder if Viktor can smell her. I certainly fucking hope he can. I want him to know exactly what he’s missing before he dies.
Viktor’s chains rattle as he struggles to free himself, but all my attention is on my girl. “Hey, Viktor, you’re about to get to watch while I eat what’smine.”
“I need you, Max,” Joey groans.
She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling my face closer until she can get my mouth where she wants me. My naughty little slut.
“I know, baby.” I flick her clit with my tongue and her legs tremble. “Shall we show Viktor how hard my girl can come for me?”
“Fuck, yeah.” She grinds that beautiful pussy on my mouth, but I can’t get enough of her like this. I need to spread her wider.
