“Is that a promise?” I ask, stopping the low growl of satisfaction from busting out of my mouth. I am going to find out what makes her tick and rip every one of the gears from her beautiful mind until she falls apart in my hands. I am going to wreck my little fox in the best way imaginable. I will convince her to see things as I do which is that she belongs only to me. I don’t understand where these possessive thoughts are coming from, but it doesn’t make me mean them any less. I can’t keep her, can I?
My hand wraps around hers’ and my fingertips clutch the handle with her. I want to see how far she is going to take this. If she’s playing a game of chicken, I guarantee she is going to bail before I do.
“Wh-what?” she stutters, her fingers shaking in mine.
“If I let Mike here keep his pathetic life, do you promise to keep your word?”
“Yes. Whatever it takes. I’ll do it.”
“My terms, whatever I say?”
She slowly nods. She does not understand what it is she’s declaring, but I’m going to hold her to it regardless.
“Del, don’t make any deals with a scumbag like him. He probably eats children for fun.”
A devious smirk flashes on my face before I open my mouth. “No, I don’t usually, but I’ll make sure she swallows a few hundred of mine.” I wink in his direction, and she turns the blade in her grasp.
“I didn’t agree to anything like that, asshole,” she says in a focused tone, but her body has an entirely different reaction. Her cheeks flush and her nipples harden into peaks beneath her tight top.
“It’s all or nothing little fox. Anything, and I mean anything, goes. You’re mine in exchange for his life.”
“For how long?” Her eyes flicker to me.
“Del! You can’t seriously be considering this,” Mike barks, shaking his head in disapproval.
“The only thing you should do is thank her for saving your life.” I correct him, jabbing the broken pool stick in the air closer to his face with each word.
South gets behind Mike, his silver chain dropping out of his leather jacket, just in case Mike thinks he’s brave. I shake my head at South. If Mike forces this, I’m down to teach him a lesson before South takes him. South breathes out an exasperated groan, “Fucking hell. Fine, but so help me one drop of blood gets on my shirt, you’re scrubbing it out with a toothbrush.”
I shrug, not caring what he says, but don’t disagree.
“What’s it going to be little fox? Your body…” My free hand wraps around her waist, “Or his?”
She sucks in a ragged breath, “Mine.”
Mike lunges at me and her knife slits through my shirt and pierces my skin. The pain burns, but it’s not anything I can handle. It’s a minor cut, that might take a few hours to heal. I have given myself a lot worse. She gasps, retracting her knife at first, but her eyes follow the line of blood down the silver metal as if it is the most glorious thing she has ever done. I wonder if I’m the first to be on her knife or if she has dirtied its surface with others before me. A small smile pulls at her lips, but she covers her mouth as soon as Mike’s eyes connects with hers.
“Great going, Mike. North was being polite and now you’ve gone and pissed him off,” South groans, flipping his black hair out of his face as he notices the blood on the tip of the blade.
I lift our hands to my lips and my tongue runs along the trail of blood. “Now you.” I instruct, testing the waters to see if she is really telling the truth. I want to see how far she will let me push her.
Her wet, pristine tongue quakes as she opens her mouth and pushes it between her lips, carefully licking up and down the blade the tiny bit of blood is gone. My cock throbs behind my jeans and I imagine how her mouth around it and not her knife. Although, I do have to say what she did just now definitely has my attention. “Good girl,” I praise her and run my thumb over her lips.
“De—” Mike barely gets out of his mouth before I slap him across the face with the pool stick. Blood sprays out of his mouth and across the green felt of the table. My elbow bends and I hit him on the other side before he can react. His hand flies out, cupping his jaw. “You hit me!” he wails.
“Walk away while you’re still breathing, Mike.” South cautions him, and shoves him from behind. Mike’s feet still beside us and he opens his mouth to speak.
South huffs, snatching the pool stick from me and tosses it on the table. “Really?” He eyes me hatefully.
I shrug.
“Just go, Mike. I can take care of myself,” she assures him without a hint of fear in her voice.
CHAPTER 9
Leila
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