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I stepped back into the boat. “Strip and hand me your clothes.”
Kohl swallowed hard. “The whole way?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What? Are you shy, kitten?”
“Vic, there are cameras fucking everywhere—”
“And you already put on a show in 4-fucking-K, so take your goddamn clothes off before I cut them off you myself,” I snarled.
Kohl’s eyes lit in their hesitation, the moment gone so quickly I could’ve imagined it before they started to undress.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I whispered, resisting the urge to press my thighs together as they shed their cropped hoodie, baring their bitten, bruised skin to me. The letter V proudly carved over their left pec was crusted with dried blood now, angry and red.
Kohl nodded slowly, like they knew what it would cost them to admit it.
The watch on my wrist was going haywire with notifications, viewers barking suggestions for what I could do next. But I didn’t need their help to ruin Kohl.
I knew exactly how I wanted them to fall apart for me.
Kohl undid their belt, the metal clinking as they moved to take off their pants. They met my eyes as they did so, and I smirked as I watched them bare their cunt to me.
Cutting off their underwear in the house of mirrors was a great idea. If only because they were no longer a factor.
They handed me their clothes, moving to lower themselves back to their knees, but I grabbed their shoulder to stop them.
“No, sit there.” I pointed to the bench, and Kohl’s eyes widened. “And spread your legs.”
“Vic—”
“Do as you’re told,” I snapped. “Or face the consequences.”
Kohl climbed into the boat, settling onto the bench and spreading their legs obediently, baring their glistening pussy to me.
“You dirty little fuckingfreak,” I hissed, swiping my fingers through their arousal as I settled onto my knees between their legs. “Are you dripping for me because Ihurtyou?” I twisted their nipple with my free hand hard enough to make them cry out. “Or because there’s five million people watching and there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop me?”
Kohl hissed through their teeth, their breath coming in desperate pants and gasps that shook their whole body. “Vic—please—”
It was like a fucking symphony to hear them beg for me.
I breathed deeply, feeling the tension in my shoulders leave as I pulled out the gun, trailing the muzzle along Kohl’s side.
They hissed at the kiss of the metal against their skin, their eyes wild and jaw slack in anticipation.
But I wasn’t in a rush.
“Please what, kitten?”
“I need you,” Kohl whispered. “Please, Vic—”
My mouth tipped into an unkind smirk as I nudged Kohl’s clit with my fingers. “Do you want me to fuck you, Kohl? Does my littlekillerwant me to dominate them?”
“Vic—fuck—” Kohl shook with restraint, their knuckles white where they’d wrapped around the bench.
“Or do you want me to hurt you, baby?” I whispered, kissing their knee before dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin of their inner thigh.
Kohl’s hips bucked toward my face. “Touch me—please—I can’t take it—”
I laughed, relishing in the silence that Kohl’s voice brought me. The darkness purring like the engine of a European sports car.
