I’d seen it from time to time, but nothing to this level.
When the bucket was full, I stepped back in front of her, her anger filled eyes meeting mine, her skin bright red where I had put the fire against her neck. I lifted the bucket above her head.
She cocked a brow, daring me.
So, I tipped the bucket over and watched in glee as she gasped, goosebumps spreading across her skin, her nipples pebbling, her body going taut.
“Fuck,” she gasped, shaking desperately in her chair as she instinctively pulled at the restraints.
I tossed the bucket to the side, pulled out my handkerchief, and grabbed her jaw, scrubbing the makeup from her face. She fought and growled the entire time, but never said a word.
Layer after layer, I wiped away, it seemed endless, until I sawwhat I wanted to see.
I straightened, her eyes filling with such hatred, I could feel it dust my skin like a lingering orgasm.
A fading black eye, a bruise on her left cheekbone and jaw, and a cut across her eyebrow.
I know for a fact that Malachi hadn’t done this to her. “Steven’s beating you for the money too?” I knew it had been verbal, mental, but physical? No wonder she wasn’t cracking. She was using the same shield with me that she used with him. Shutting everything down until she got through it, although I was sure she would never dare use this anger on him. So why was she using it on me?
“My self-defense lessons have only given me one thing; bruises. They never taught me how to fight back against men with needles,” she spat her lie. “How did you get my dog not to react?”
I wasn’t ready to tell her that I’d been in her house, that I placed cameras around her home, that I had been waiting for her to stop fucking her boyfriend and return home so that I could bring her here.
She didn’t take self-defense classes though, that much I knew. “You have plenty of money, just pay off the debt.”
She sat back in her chair, her hair plastered to her skin, what was left of her makeup was dripping down her face as her chest heaved far less aggressively than before. “I’ll pay his debt when pigs fly,” she seethed.
She was shivering now, her thighs tight as she tried to keep her feet up, her nipples so hard, they were threatening to pierce through her sports bra.Why wear that out so the world can see you? Do you like showing off? Or was it just in hopes that you would see me again?
“How are those ice cubes treating you, writer?” I taunted. This stubborn bitch. I crouched down in front of her, glancing at herflexed feet and back, only to linger at her soaked panties.
They were now see-through, her thighs trembling, my cock throbbing.
My eyes found hers.
Her cheeks were red. From anger, the chill, or something else, it was hard to say. “Like what you see?” she taunted, her nose twitching.
A little more than I should, yes.
I stood slowly and made my way back to the table. The ice cubes should be small enough for her to start feeling the tips of the tacks. She was still acting hard now, but once she shed her own blood, I wondered how hard she would truly be.
I looked around the table before my eyes drifted towards the bucket I tossed away, an idea blooming in the back of my mind.
I walked over and picked up the bucket before heading for the door, stopping in front of her only to give her a small smile. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
I headed out the door, glancing towards the room where I had Lucy locked up before I headed upstairs. What a well-behaved dog.
The little rundown bar had been abandoned years ago. So, when we started the Kingsmen business, I decided to buy it for my own needs.
I had stocked it with my own kinds of things. Alcohol, ice, a working fridge, rows of shelves, black out windows, a high-end security system, and it even had a small apartment directly above it. One of a few, but this one was useful for the nights I decided to really fuck a girl the way I liked.
Although that never ended well for them.
In a world such as this, a person must always have back up places to be. In this case, I had three.
The apartment above the bar I brought willing victims to fuck. The apartment that Evelyn and I stayed in when we needed totalk over the assignment, and my place. One for me and only me. Nobody else had ever been in that apartment, it was my sanctuary just as Olivia claimed her place to be.
I headed for the ice machine, picked up another bucket, and filled them both near to the brim with regular ice before grabbing some alcohol and heading back down the stairs. “Miss me?” I asked when I reentered the room.
