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The men stare at me, hunger in their eyes. I smile, running my tongue over my dry lips. “Look at those big, hard cocks of yours,” I taunt, my eyes flicking between their dicks. “I bet they’d feel damn good in my tight cunt, filling me up.”
The bigger man steps closer, his giant, rock-hard cock looming before my face. I feign admiration, lapping at the leaking head, tasting the salty pre-cum. “Mmm, tasty,” I lie, steadying my voice. “Can’t wait to have you pumping in me.”
Off to the side, the little shit is fondling his own rod, his greedy eyes fixed on my tits. He’s lost in his own dirty fantasies, oblivious to the knife he used to cut my ropes lying close by.
I shift on the mattress, writhing in feigned pleasure as I stroke their cocks, bringing my hands up and down their shafts. The lewd sounds they make only fuel my determination. I’m so close now, so close to the knife. One wrong move, and I’m done.
“You boys like this?” I purr, my gaze flitting between them. Their replies are incoherent groans, their eyes shut tight, their focus entirely on the sensation.
The small goon’s eyes squeeze tighter as he pushes into my grip, his hands pinching my tits. And that’s my chance. My hand flicks behind me, fingers brushing cold steel.
Two seconds – that’s all I need.
I clasp the knife, swinging it around in a sharp arc, slicing through the smaller goon’s cock in one swift movement. He doesn’t even have time to scream. I’m onto the next one, the bigger bastard. I cut him down just as quickly, his dick severed, too.
Blood sprays, staining the cheap sheets. Their screams echo, piercing through the grimy room. Outside, I hear footsteps pounding, voices shouting, and then gunshots. My heart beats against my chest like a war drum, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I’m ready to fight.
The door bursts open, revealing a large, muscular man holding a gun. He freezes, eyes wide. “What the fuck,” he utters, taking in the bloody scene.
“Fuck off!” I warn him.
“D!” a voice calls out over a radio. “We’ve got him.”
Chapter 57
Luka
“WHAT THE fuck is this?” I bark, eyes locked on the girl lying unconscious on the bed, barely covered by Dimitri’s jacket. Her face is stained with blood, but something tells me it isn’t her own.
Dimitri scowls, rubbing a bruise on his jaw. “This crazy bitch cut off two of Aleks’s men’s dicks. She came charging at me with the same knife when I tried to talk to her. So, I had to knock her out a bit.” Dimitri speaks with guilt.
“You mean you punched her lights out.” Erik laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, at least you could have told her we’re the ‘good guys,’” he adds.
Dimitri’s face turns red, his anger rising. “You think this is funny? She’s dangerous.”
I raise an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “She’s a wild one.” Has to be. She petrified Dimitri, for fuck’s sake. “Must’ve scared the shit out of you,” I taunt.
“Yeah, fucking hilarious,” Dimitri snaps, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “You try talking to a naked, blood-soaked woman wielding a knife.”
“I’d rather not.” I move closer, studying the girl’s face, the determination in her features, even in unconsciousness. “Dangerous or not, she fought back. That’s more than most would do.”
No mistake, this is Wren – we’d run the details earlier. Sophia is damn clueless about her best friend. She described Wren as the sweetest, kindest girl she’s ever known. “Sweet and kind” don’t usually involve slicing off dicks and attacking Dimitri, of all people.
Erik grins, eyeing the girl. “I bet she’s a wild one in bed, too.”
Dimitri rolls his eyes at him. “That’s not what this is about. We need to figure out what she knows.”
She wakes up suddenly, clutching her jaw where Dimitri’s punch must’ve landed. She jumps to her feet, rage all over her face.
The fact that she doesn’t even bother to cover herself up tells me she’s not like most girls.
“Fuck, that hurt,” she snaps, her eyes fixed on Dimitri like she’s ready to murder him with her stare alone. “What’s the big idea, asshole? Didn’t your mother teach you not to hit a lady?”
“Lady?” Dimitri snarls, clearly unimpressed. “You attacked me with a knife.”
She rolls her eyes, still holding her jaw. “Oh, boo hoo. Big man’s scared of a little knife.”
“You’re not exactly in a position to make fun of me,” Dimitri growls, his face turning red with anger.
