“Breathe, Harper.Lookat me.” Felix’s eyes bore into me, still trying to speak in code, but I don’t understand what he’s attempting to communicate. “Focus on my words. Stay calm and do as he says, Little Sinner.”
I’m scared out of my mind but trust Felix and grip my panties, sliding them down my thighs until the fabric catches on something.
Little Sinner.
My breath hitches as the message clicks. The dagger strapped to my thigh.
The gun is still pressed to my back while I hear Ferguson unzipping his trousers with his spare hand. Taking a chance, I grip the blade’s handle and spin to Ferguson at lightning speed, not caring if I get shot, just acting on pure adrenaline. I’ll sacrifice myself a million times over if it means saving Felix and Tyler.
The sudden movement catches him off guard—his attention split between holding me at gunpoint and fumbling one-handed with his zipper. My shoulder collides with him as I turn. He curses in surprise and the gun is bumped free from his hand, clattering to the ground.
I don’t care that he’s unarmed. I don’t wait another second. With all my strength, I plunge the dagger deep into his heart.
Blood spurts from his chest as he stumbles back, eyes wide with shock. My mind is reeling. I’m scared and panicked, wondering what to do next. He’ll die from the stab wound. I don’t need to do anything more. But as I watch the man gasp and choke, hatred replaces all sense of fear within me.
“Fuck. You.” I withdraw the dagger and stab him again.
And again.
And again.
Ferguson slumps to the floor. I follow him down, straddling him as I continue to attack. The dagger sinks into his stomach, his chest, anywhere I can reach. My arms burn with exertion, but I can’t stop.
With each plunge of the blade, I stab with vengeance, taking back control that’s been ripped from me. My whole life, people have played me like a puppet.
Stab. My father, grooming me into the perfect little daughter he wanted so he could sell me off to his boss’s son. Then hiding Felix’s letters from me.
Stab. Josh for manipulating Tyler into lying about Felix.
Stab.Paul for forcing himself upon me.
Stab.Cindy, my best friend from ballet school who betrayed me.
Stab.My own body for not letting me get pregnant.
Stab. Stab. Stab.This fucking bastard beneath me who tried to take Felix and Tyler from me.
I’m fueled on by the memory of Tyler bleeding out in that parking lot and of Felix’s terror when he thought he’d lose his brother.
“Felix and Tyler aremineand no one gets to take them from me,” I snarl, driving the dagger deeper into his flesh. Blood soaks my hands. It splatters across my face and dress, but I can’t stop stabbing the man. “You don’t get to put your hands on my body. Go and meet your brother in hell.”
“Harper!” Tyler’s voice breaks through my fury. “Baby, it’s over. He’s dead.”
I’m breathless as I look at my two men, both tied up, watching me with a mix of shock and amazement. A thrill rushes through me as I stare at my blood-soaked hands.
“Holy fuck. Harper... You’re magnificent,” Tyler says.
“Absolutely perfect,” Felix murmurs, his eyes caressing me. “Untie us, Little Sinner.”
I run to Tyler first, slicing through the ropes binding his wrists and legs. His gaze never leaves me, infatuated.
I turn to release Felix, but Tyler is already there, undoing his brother’s restraints. I’m panting, catching my breath while Tyler works. My head is a rush, trying to comprehend everything that just happened and these strange feelings that are suddenly flowing through me. Not fear or guilt. But empowerment.
Heat and…need.
I’m wet between my legs.
I shouldnotfeel like this after violently killing a man. All I want is to indulge in the throbbing ache that radiates from my groin.
