When he lifts his hips off the bed to move, I pull back to stop him, and an annoyed growl leaves him.
I give him a wicked smile.
This ismygame.
I start slow. Then I increase the pace. My rhythm builds, and I kiss him as I moan, on the verge of another orgasm already. I feel him tense beneath me as I go faster and bite his neck at the same moment.
We come together, our moans lost in each other as I lift my head and kiss him.
I stay there, breathless, then collapse against his chest. He lies utterly still beneath me, his chest barely rises.
When I look down, his eyes are dark.
“Get up,” he says.
A rush of excitement shoots through me.
I obey, but very slowly, I lift myself off him, his cock slips free. I bend over him instead, my breasts close to his mouth but just out of reach. He tries to take one again but can’t.
I reach for the keys on the bedside table.
I unlock one cuff, painfully slow. He frees his wrist instantly, then the other, and I drop the key just as he surges forward.
A second later, he’s on top of me.
His hand knots in my hair and pulls my head back, his mouth claims mine. I moan as he kisses me hard, everywhere, his other hand closed on my breast.
He pulls away a little and meets my eyes.
“You had your fun, gorgeous,” he growls.
Then his mouth curves. “Now it’s my turn to fuck you senseless.”
He kisses me again.
Chapter 81
Milo
I stand with my arms crossed, watching my soon to be wife work.
She moves around the man tied to the chair, her knife glinting as she plays with him.
I smile to myself.
That’s my girl, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and entirely magnificent.
The man screams when she sinks the knife into his leg again.
He deserves this and worse.
He was one of my father’s closest friends, part of the rot that spread unchecked for way too long.
We started the list the moment we left the hospital. One by one, every man in that circle will meet the same end. That trafficking network will die with them. I will see to it that it never resurfaces again.
The Pakhan—Isaak’s father—is not a concern. I know Isaak has something to do with that. I didn’t ask, and I know he wouldn’t answer even if I did.
The one screaming in my ears now thought he was clever. He ran to Vietnam, of all places. He underestimated us.
