“I know,” she whispered back.
She did know. Knew it so well. And cruelty too was redefined. Maybe Vargr was the only one who could ever understand this. She wanted cruelty done to her, she wanted to do it to others like the Ghoul Lords, and the one craving seemed to cancel out the other.
“Do it, asshole. I fucking dare you.”
He laughed and jumped off then moved behind her, and she saw the shadow of his raised arm on the wall. Instinct made her try to jerk away, but she couldn’t.
Instincts sucked.
The first strike made her wince.
“One,” he announced dryly. “Pull your hands higher. We’ll try ten. I hope I remember how to count.”
She drew her hands up. He remembered well, she found. By ten, she was panting and flinching at each blow, though not screaming. He could hit far harder. Vargr still had some restraint left in him.
Her butt was screaming, though, and she was breathing through clenched teeth.
“Want me inside you, babe?” he purred.
She swallowed past the pain, then croaked out, “Fuck, yes.”
“Not yet.” The amusement in his words was stark. She heard the bundle of wires hit the floor and slide, where he flung them.
Bastard.
Without so much as an apology he moved away, leaving her with that craving to be filled and the marks on her butt flaring in throbbing bouts of hurt.
“Well, well,” Rutger said from somewhere to her left, and she opened her eyes to find him standing beside a large door further down from the entry they’d used. It was clearly made for the cars to drive through. Little Mo waited at his heels. “Go.” He waved at the bot, and it scuttled away, in the direction of the showroom. “Little Mo told me to find you. You two are not allowed alone together from now on.”
“What?” Vargr barked.
“You heard me. I was ready to shoot you. Are you done now? Square? That’s blood on her.”
She wriggled about at that, tried to crane her neck to see.Ooo. Blood…
Then heard Vargr chuckle. “See?”
“Even more reason to be the judge in this relationship. The two of you together are dangerous. You’d destroy each other. It’s the nanites, isn’t it? Obviously. Don’t fucking answer. Maybe it’ll wear off.”
“Maybe,” he said. “I am still me, Rutger,” he added softly. “They just make me feelaliveand lust after fucking violence and… fucking her.”
“The last one is fine. Willow is doing that research so once we know what she is and you maybe are, we need to think again. Talk again.”
“And now?”
This time Rutger laughed. “We fuck her. Do we let her go, a bit?”
She heard his boots as he approached. Vargr had removed his, and now she watched both of them undress, from the corners of her eyes.
“Do we let you go, hey?” Rutger asked, his cock and him coming closer, and he leaned down to eye her from inches away. “He has got you in a nice position.”
“Mmm.” She stuck out her tongue and managed to lick the tip of his nose. She wanted them to decide.
Then Vargr put his cock to her slit and pushed. It slid up and down, widening her entrance as it passed by, pressing in by an inch, two. Then he slipped out again. She whined and arched from the table, despite knowing Rutger was keenly observing. Her breasts left the surface, and he sneaked a hand beneath and caressed her there, circling one nipple.
“I’d say she likes that.” Rutger smiled and squeezed finger and thumb over her nipple, crushing her flesh until she snapped shut her eyes and groaned. He released her and climbed to his feet, then he reached across her back to release the chain from the vice, only to clamp it in a different place.
Cock entered her again. “Ohhh.” She huffed, breathed in, out.
