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“Yes,” I breathed, attention on his perfect face.
“I’m going to give you a choice.” He reached up to my wrists and began working them free while his lips pressed to my neck with light pecks. Any choice he provided would end with my absolute pleasure.
Without hesitation, I rubbed my core against the bulge in his pants. His responding hum of delight tickled my sternum.
Every word came out with a moan that glid along the top of my chest. “You take this pretty pistol of Bobby’s and kill him and Nikki.”
Nikki’s disapproving noise was cut off with a low, chopped squeak of pain. With Armon’s face to my chest, I turned my head Nikki’s direction to see her look of absolute horror. She kept her face still and fought the hiccups in her throat.
“Or…” he continued to tickle my chest with his words as the ropes on my wrists were freed.
My achy arms fell to wrap his shoulders; my fingers too weak to dig into his flesh. “Or?” I wanted her dead, but more, I didn’t want a quick end to her. She wanted me to be tortured. Her hateful actions would have killed the child I carried. She would have relished the death of me. I had to hope option two included her suffering.
“We give Tomas the show he wants.” His face raised to mine again, warm air from his words feeding my lungs. “You kill Bobby and his men lined up behind you, and Nikki goes home with Tomas with a padlock on that shock collar.”
The hardened mercenary had planned to take someone with him, anyway. It should be Nikki. Again, Armon didn’t give me a choice. There was only one option that would make me happy. Only one would satisfy Katya’s desires as well.
“The show.” My chest quaked against him with my anticipation.
“Good girl,” he purred, slipping the handle of the pistol into my hand.
“Armon,” Tomas said with impatience. Given the situation, I could understand his urgency.
“You get your flight for you and your mercs,” Armon bobbed his head Nikki’s direction. “And a woman in a shock collar.” He turned to look over his shoulder at Tomas, who already had a knife to the ropes that secured Nikki’s wrists above her head. “Your money will be in your account just as soon as I’m done with this show for you and Nikki.” Unlike any other time he secured a pistol in my grip, the way he touched me felt like a caress. Somehow, he managed to intertwine some of his fingers with mine. “It’s time, Sweet.”
I swallowed hard as I turned my head to see seven men lined up, as well as the obese prick whose hand was covered with the blood from his wounded shoulder. I needed to kill all of them, and after all that had happened, it wouldn’t affect my conscience a bit. One thing that did bother me was that this had happened to Katya, too. She and Cade deserved their justice as well.
Armon released my hand, but kept his arm raised so it acted as a support to my wobbly arm as it raised to aim at the despicable man that had conspired with Nikki. The man who’d had me by my throat and promised me unbelievable suffering. The man who would have harmed mine and Armon’s child. “My pleasure,” I said all too calmly for what I was about to do.
He didn’t have to take my hand or wrap his finger around mine. He didn’t have to do anything, but his mouth tickled my ear anyway. Of course, he would whisper enticing words. “You better hurry, Sweet,” he purred. “Or you’re going to have to aim while I’m fucking you.”
I’m sure I blushed a little. I definitely bit my lip with excitement. I even felt the delight of killing one of these fucking evil monsters who didn’t deserve mercy. I pulled the trigger. The blast was loud and reverberating, the kick small.
The stringy-haired, obese man curled his body as best he could, but he hadn’t been hit. My pitiful attempt at killing had a hole in the floor at least a foot in front of him.
Armon hummed his approval of my attempt. “Again.”
I kept my arm steady on his, and this time when I fired, the vile man didn’t do anything more than grunt before his muscles failed him, and blood began to pool on the floor beneath his chest. It was a bit too good of an aim for the suffering he deserved.
“Let’s give Tomas his show and let Katya kill the others.” I relaxed my arm, and Armon gently took the gun from me. As he carried me in the direction of the table, he extended the gun to Katya, who was clinging to Cade in an embrace.
The sister of his who’d twice suffered at the hands of captors didn’t hesitate to take the weapon. The fury of a raging beast didn’t compare to the darkness in her and Cade’s eyes. She nodded to me. I could only assume it was in thanks that she too got to dole out some justice.
While I assumed she might turn on Tomas, she didn’t. He hadn’t done anything to her. If anything, he’d protected her for when Armon arrived.
Tomas already had Nikki down, and his massive hand latched to the back of her neck. Her brief struggle had a pained shriek escape her before Tomas ordered, “You watch.” I was slightly disappointed at how little she’d suffered. Tomas didn’t seem like these other men, but he was also no Armon, and she was about to go to whatever lair he planned to keep her in.
Armon turned my chin to his.
“Fuck me,” I blurted before he had time to speak.
His smile touched mine. “I’m going to do so much more than just fuck you.”
Once Armon carried me over and plopped me on the edge of the table, I didn’t wait for any order or for him to fumble with his jeans. I yanked the button from the clasp and pushed them down with urgency, delighted when his cock bounced upward. Equally quick, I wiggled from my shorts down my legs before tilting my entrance for the impassioned thrust into me.
And I didn’t even take my eyes off him as every melodious shot of the gun sounded.
Chapter Fifty-Three
