“Answer me!” Her voice carries, and the whip hits again.
“I planned the whole fucking thing.”
A partial truth. To see if a memory bites back from the depths of her brain. But there’s nothing, just her wild eyes filled with anger and another lash of the whip.
“Move to the chair.” She motions the gun still in her other hand toward the electric chair.
I look at it in the corner and then back to her, my brow arched.
“That chair?”
“Yes! Get naked and get in the chair,” she demands
I swallow back the laugh that comes and move to the chair, kick off my shoes, and slide my hands out of the sleeves of my shirt, freeing myself of the cotton fabric before throwing it onto the floor. Her eyes soften when she takes in the bruises. After Savino beat me, he was generous enough to drop me off in front of the hospital.So fucking generous. My jaw locks at Vidal’s little test and how long it had separated me from her.
The look in her eyes is too soft. I don’t want her soft. I want the parts of her she thinks she has to hide. Her anger. Wrath. The pure, raw, dark feminine energy that courses through her veins. I want to feel it all and be consumed by that darkness that lurks inside of her.
“Don’t you fucking dare pity me, Alma. Don’t forget what I did to Esteban. Don’t forget I’m a cold-blooded killer,” I growl as I undo my pants and slide them to the floor. “You better take control now, or I’ll disarm you in a matter of seconds and?—”
Her eyes catch on my hardness pressing through the cotton fabric of my briefs. I inch forward, looking between her and the whip.
“—then I’ll use that on your ass.”
Her nostrils flare as she closes the distance and lashes out quicker than I’m prepared for. The cold steel kisses my cheek. The weight of the pistol cracks against my jaw, snapping my head to the side. My pulse spikes, and my violent fantasies consume me.
I sit back down, watching her as she takes in all of me. Step by step, she walks towards me until she’s standing above me. Grabbing my hand, she guides it over her thigh.
“You know what I think, Efren?”
I feel the smoothness of her skin, the heat of her body. That sweet smell of her envelopes me.
“I think I’ve always had control over you.” She laughs, dropping the whip.
Her fingers sink into my hair as she yanks my head back. My neck strains as I look up into her darkening eyes, burning through me. She presses the gun to my temple.
“I want you to eat this pussy like a good boy.”
Fuck. Me.
Did my little kitten just saygood boy? Those two words unravel me. I lift her leg to the arm of the chair and rip off her thong. She gasps, but I don’t give her time to regret anything as I bury my face into her bare pussy, taking in the sweet scent of her.
She keeps her fingers laced through my hair, the grip tightening when I run the barbell of my tongue piercing against her clit.
“You taste so sweet,” I murmur against her folds before I plunge my tongue inside her.
Her body comes undone. One, two, three times, I apply my barbel ring to her tender flesh in fleeting strokes.
“More,” she cries, pulling my hair harder.
I slide two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out as I nibble on her clit.
“Fuck. Like that.” She moans.
“Your tight little cunt is going to explode around my fingers.”
“Fuck you.” she pants.
I laugh and let my fingers power inside of her. I lick her swollen clit, alternating as I bite gently on the nub. There’s no holding back. Her body craves this. She was never meant for fragility. She was made to demand her every desire.
