The Russian men are eyeing each other now, disbelief creeping onto their faces.
“I’ve got a mouth that can do wonders. I can suck you so good, you’ll see stars,” I say, licking my lips with a carnal smile. “And these hands,” I flex my fingers as much as the bindings allow, “they can stroke you until you explode. But you gotta let me free, hun.”
The vulgar invitation hangs in the air, a dirty promise. They’re floundering now, their expectations and plans for me all twisted up. They expected a victim, not a viper.
The sick grins on their faces tell me they’re falling for it. The smaller one saunters over, pulling out a knife that gleams in the dim light. He’s excited, panting almost as he drags the edge of the blade from my cheek down to my neck. Pressing hard enough to score my skin, a slight sting trailing in its wake. I chuckle low and throaty, letting them believe I’m relishing in the pain.
“Yes, baby. I like that,” I tease.
You are going to fucking die.
He proceeds to cut the ropes binding my wrists. The sudden freedom has me flexing my fingers discreetly, allowing blood to flow back into my numb hands.
He’s not done. The knife continues its slow, torturous journey downward, the cold metal skirting past my breasts, down my stomach, right to the hem of my panties. I let out a deliberate moan, the sound hollow in my ears, but the Russian bastards lap it up like starved dogs. It’s all about stroking their massive egos. He then moves the blade to the ropes at my ankles, cutting me free.
I cast a sidelong glance at the larger man as he unzips his filthy jeans, revealing his painfully erect cock. It’s a revolting sight, but I don’t let my disgust show.
“Get over here, big boy,” I purr, struggling to sit up. The ropes around my wrists have left their harsh imprint, but I’m free now – naked, but free. “Let me take care of that for you.”
The men stare at me, hunger in their eyes. I smile, running my tongue over my dry lips. “Look at those big, hard cocks of yours,” I taunt, my eyes flicking between their dicks. “I bet they’d feel damn good in my tight cunt, filling me up.”
The bigger man steps closer, his giant, rock-hard cock looming before my face. I feign admiration, lapping at the leaking head, tasting the salty pre-cum. “Mmm, tasty,” I lie, steadying my voice. “Can’t wait to have you pumping in me.”
Off to the side, the little shit is fondling his own rod, his greedy eyes fixed on my tits. He’s lost in his own dirty fantasies, oblivious to the knife he used to cut my ropes lying close by.
I shift on the mattress, writhing in feigned pleasure as I stroke their cocks, bringing my hands up and down their shafts. The lewd sounds they make only fuel my determination. I’m so close now, so close to the knife. One wrong move, and I’m done.
“You boys like this?” I purr, my gaze flitting between them. Their replies are incoherent groans, their eyes shut tight, their focus entirely on the sensation.
The small goon’s eyes squeeze tighter as he pushes into my grip, his hands pinching my tits. And that’s my chance. My hand flicks behind me, fingers brushing cold steel.
Two seconds – that’s all I need.
I clasp the knife, swinging it around in a sharp arc, slicing through the smaller goon’s cock in one swift movement. He doesn’t even have time to scream. I’m onto the next one, the bigger bastard. I cut him down just as quickly, his dick severed, too.
Blood sprays, staining the cheap sheets. Their screams echo, piercing through the grimy room. Outside, I hear footsteps pounding, voices shouting, and then gunshots. My heart beats against my chest like a war drum, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I’m ready to fight.
The door bursts open, revealing a large, muscular man holding a gun. He freezes, eyes wide. “What the fuck,” he utters, taking in the bloody scene.
“Fuck off!” I warn him.
“D!” a voice calls out over a radio. “We’ve got him.”
Chapter 13
Luka
“What the fuck is this?” I bark, eyes locked on the girl lying unconscious on the bed, barely covered by Dimitri’s jacket. Her face is stained with blood, but something tells me it isn’t her own.
Dimitri scowls, rubbing a bruise on his jaw. “This crazy bitch cut off two of Aleks’s men’s dicks. She came charging at me with the same knife when I tried to talk to her. So, I had to knock her out a bit.” Dimitri speaks with guilt.
“You mean you punched her lights out.” Erik laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, at least you could have told her we’re the ‘good guys,’” he adds.
Dimitri’s face turns red, his anger rising. “You think this is funny? She’s dangerous.”
I raise an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “She’s a wild one.” Has to be. She petrified Dimitri, for fuck’s sake. “Must’ve scared the shit out of you,” I taunt.
“Yeah, fucking hilarious,” Dimitri snaps, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “You try talking to a naked, blood-soaked woman wielding a knife.”
