I turn around and approach the dresser behind me, retrieving the item from the bottom drawer, wagging it to her shocked gaze. “Don’t scream, my Queen. I don’t want you waking the house.”
I remove my cap and shove it in her mouth. Then, I suck her breasts, licking and tormenting those nipples like bits of hard, pink stone before kicking apart her legs and lowering the vibrator to her rosy clit. She cries as I rub it on her, moving intormenting circles until she bites my cap hard, screeching her climax while rocking her hips. I don’t stop.
Shoving the cap deeper into her mouth, I train the wand on her clit, lick her tits, and eat her mouth until she begs for mercy.
A psychopath has no mercy.
And this?—is her reward foramusingme.
31
Rory
“DO YOU WISH HIM PUNISHED, BRIELLA?”
Playlist (Smash Into Pieces feat Citizen Soldier)
“Six Feet Under”
Twenty-five hours.
Twenty-five hours of shitting everything out of my arse. The shower isn’t just welcome. It’s fucking necessary as hell. And I don’t give a damn if I use all the hot water. I practically empty the body wash, coating my skin even before I turn on the water. My scalp tingles annoyingly when I use the shampoo. Must be my body adjusting after everything.
After getting out, I wrap a towel around my lower half, comb a hand through my wet waves, and emerge from the bathroom, hands clenched, veins throbbing in my forearms. My blood boils at the thought of getting that little Lass up against a wall, grinding my cock against her tight pussy, edging her for twenty-four hours until she begs for me.
I stop in my tracks when Raphael confronts me in the main bedroom. His bedroom. His bathroom.
“What?” I snort.
“You have chores, Rory.” His jaw hardens, eyes narrowing with that ice-to-bones deadly stare. “There’s a buck hanging in the butcher shed waiting to be skinned and stripped. Two chickens, too. We need that meat prepped before the next freeze.”
I scratch my jaw with the heel of my hand, smirking like the bastard I am. “Yeah? Thought maybe one of my chores today was bending that little bitch over and giving her the spanking she’s been begging for.”
“Stay away from her.” His voice cuts the air like a blade. No growl. Just pure control. And somehow that’s worse.
“Aw, what’s the matter, boss man?” I cock my head. “Afraid the rest of us are gonna figure out how stiff your cock’s gotten over her? Every one of you, dicks wrapped tight around her little pinky finger. Simpering fools.”
Raphael steps forward, slow and deliberate. The temperature in the room drops like death just exhaled. I don’t get the chance to flinch before Raphael rips the towel from my waist and grips my dick and balls, fingers digging in like a vice. The pain rockets, sending me to my knees.
Should have fucking known better. But I’m the dog who yanks on his chain the most. I don’t want to be alpha. I just want to be myself. And Raphael allows that—to a point.
“Yourdick will be wrapped in a cock cage for the next month if you do not obey me, Rory,” he warns, squeezing harder.
All the blood drains from my dick, from my body. I fume through my nostrils, but I give a sharp nod.
He loosens his grip. “You have until sundown to finish your work. And if I see you within ten feet of her before supper, the next thing hanging in the butcher shed will be your balls.”
I laugh, but it’s short and sharp, covering the fact that my skin just crawled. “Fine, fine. I’ll play butcher boy. But don’t blame me if I start carving hearts into the meat, thinking about her sweet little ass.”
He says nothing. I’ve already lost this round.
“FIRECRACKER!”I curse at the top of my lungs, slamming my shed door behind me while marching toward the main cabin.
I don’t know what the hell she did. But I know she didsomething.
I spent most of the day in the shed. Didn’t even go to my cabin. Raphael brought back a couple of hares from one of his traps, so he’s kept me busy. He knows me focusing on the blood dripping down my hands, the carving of flesh helps with my temper. I thought it was mighty sweet when Jude brought me a sandwich around lunchtime. A sandwichshemade. Regular Snow White, just like Seth said.
Except I make better sandwiches.
