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In an adorable—but absurd—fit of shyness, she looks up at me with her flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes and tugs her shirt back down to cover her tits.
I love her so fucking much.
Tearing myself away from her is torture, but I sit back and pull her up with me.
She’s docile and very much in the mood to be fucked so she makes it harder. I could do anything I want to her right now, and she’d love it.
I really, really want to fuck her.
I look at the time, though.
I don’t want to keep Dare here all night. He’s doing me a favor, but I know he has his own girl to get home to. I don’t want to be an asshole when he’s helping me out.
Fucking her will have to wait.
It’s Dylan’s turn.
Heaving a sigh of regret, I tear myself away from Sophie and head over to the closet to grab the thick plastic drop cloth I stashed in there earlier when we were setting up.
“Now, I’m not gonna lie to you, baby, this next part’s gonna get pretty messy. I know I told you I’d make you watch, but as we’ve established, the phone call was fake, and you were never really going to meet this guy. I’m not doing this to punish you. I’m doing it to punishhim.” I unfold the sheet and throw it across the wood floor. “If you’d prefer not to watch, I’ll have Dare come back and get you. He can take you to the main house to wait for me.”
Sophie’s starting to get nervous. Her gaze flits from the thick plastic sheet I just spread out on the floor to Dylan, wide-eyed and pale, bound like a good little piggy on the floor.
Pitiful.
The idea of this fuck ever manipulating Sophie makes me so mad, I want to kick him in the face.
So I do.
Sophie gasps and curls her legs back behind her on the couch. “Silvan… what are you doing? I thought you were just embarrassing him before you let him go.”
I thought that might be the case. “I could do that,” I say. “I told him I might. See, I wanted to let the sorry bastard cling to hope. The same hope you clung to that night when you thought maybe you could bargain your way out of a scary situation.” Iopen a drawer to grab a pair of gloves and a roll of duct tape. “But the truth is, Sophie, that’s not good enough for me. This bastard harmed you. He did it willfully, and to be frank, he rubbed your fucking face in it. He refused to apologize, then he insulted and humiliated you on top of everything else. That just doesn’t sit right with me. I think he wants to fuck you, but I also think he dislikes you. I think maybe he hates you. It’s probably a basic case of misogyny and not you, personally, butItake itverypersonally. You’re my girl, and I think you walk on fucking water, so the fact that this asshole thinks he can treat you like shit…” I sigh and look over at her. “It offends me, Sophie. It really does.”
Her eyes are wide, but even though she can definitely see where I’m going with this, she doesn’t look afraid. Alarmed, but not afraid.
“Anyway, I don’t think the world will miss him, and frankly, I don’t care if it does. I want him gone.” I walk over and look down at her kneeling on the couch. So fucking pretty. I grab her jaw and lean in to kiss her pretty mouth. “I can’t erase what he did to you, Sophie, but I can erasehim. And I’m going to.” My hand slides down to grip her throat. I can feel her pulse thundering in her neck.
Her pretty little tits rise and fall beneath her shirt, her breaths fast and shallow. “What… what exactly are you going to do to him?”
I lean in and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Well, he broke your heart, so I think it’s only fair that I take his.” I release her throat and reach over into the side table drawer. I draw out a small jewelry box and open it. It’s a delicate gold chain with a gold key dangling from it. “I had this made for you.”
She looks at the necklace. “It’s beautiful.”
I crack a smile, then grab the gleaming wood box off the table. Inspired by Snow White’s evil queen and the Viking pumpkin from the last room of the escape room the night we met, I had it built so Sophie’s key has to be inserted into the heart to open the box.
I impale the heart with the key and twist. The box opens. There’s a bed of deep red velvet lining the interior. It’s sealed so nothing can seep out.
The perfect place for a worthless treasure.
Sophie’s breathless. Speechless.
Turned on.
I can see the fire in her pretty blue and brown eyes when she looks up into mine.
I see something I’ve never seen there before.
Devotion.
