Turning back to my playmate, I crouched, knife in hand. “Now, are you going to tell me who ordered this?”
Nothing. He kept his head down and lips shut, but his muscles trembled. I was getting closer.
“Fine.” I sighed. “You brought this on yourself. Mas, lift him.”
Maso grabbed the leash and yanked him up by the collar. The wolf’s torso stretched out as far as it could go, his neck high asthe chains at his arms kept him in place. His breath immediately became strangled, coming out in a desperate sound.
I cut his shirt open and pulled the fabric apart, then, with delicate precision, I carved deep into his skin, forming big, bold letters that spelled out “Syndicate” across his chest.
His strangled screams couldn’t escape his lips with Maso’s tight hold strangling him, so his body did it for him—shaking, spasming, his face turning blue.
Nodding to Maso after I was done, he gave the leash some slack. Enough for a gasp and a little hope.
I stepped in the growing puddle of blood. “Wow,” I said, feigning shock. “That’s a lot.”
Then I stabbed the knife into his shoulder blade and leaned on it. His back arched, blood spraying across the floor.
His eyes fluttered, and I knew he was slipping again.
I slapped him hard. His eyes opened wide.
Grabbing his shirtfront, I shook him back and forth. “Who is it?! Who are you working for?!”
“I—I can’t…”
That was it. The last thread of my patience snapped. I reached for the waistband of his pants, ripping them down.
“Aniyah,” Maso warned from behind me.
I whirled around, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare get in the middle of this! You want to be at my side? Then don’t stop me when I’m in the middle of teaching a lesson. Don’t ever think you have the right to tell me what to do.”
He stared at me for a beat before silently stepping back. Waiting. No judgment or opinions now, just steady support.
Turning back around, I finished dragging down the wolf’s pants and boxers. His face drained of all color in an instant.
I roughly gripped his limp cock in one hand. A whimper left his lips before I slid the flat of the blade along the top of his cock.
His breathing stuttered, becoming short, panicked. I leaned in close, resting my forehead on his, and my voice softened.
“Shhhh. Shh. It’s okay. I work in the sex trade. I know how important this is to you.”
I glanced down at his groin, then back up with a pitying wince. “It’s okay, baby. There’s magic for that. Maybe. But with that suppressant in your system? If I cut this off right now and cauterize it…”
I let the blade drift to the tip, slowly circling around it.
“You’ll never get it back.”
A scream ripped from him, raw and panicked. Blood beaded at the seam where my blade had nicked him.
“Oops,” I said softly, giving him a squeeze so that more blood bubbled up.
The defiance in his eyes melted faster than ice cream on a hot summer day. Fear crept in around the edges.
“Do you get it now?” I whispered. “I’m not bluffing. I’m not playing.” My voice dropped, becoming menacing. “Tell me who it is.Now.”
When he didn’t speak, my chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, each breath scraped raw with fury as my patience had run out. My nails dug deep into his shoulder, pressing down beside the embedded knife, forcing more blood to gush out in thick, hot streams. The constant dripping became the only accompaniment to his sobs. All fight drained from his body, he sagged against the chains.
“A-all right,” he whimpered, voice cracking under the weight of pain and defeat. “I’ll tell you. J-just s-stop?—”
