Page 126 of Devilish Debt


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An audible gulp can’t be stopped.

“Therefore, your debt will be served to me in another way.”

It takes every ounce of strength I have to not let my voice shake, “Oh?”

“You amuse me.”

I make an attempt to smile.

“So, you willamuse me.”

Rather than speak out of turn, I merely lift my brow.

“Youwill fuck Garcia.Garcia will fuck Salay.And I will watch.”Even considering a rebuttal isn’t possible due to her finger tauntingly trailing my chin.“Right here.Right now.”The digit moves to the other side.“Right against the very balcony where I eliminated the threat that tried to keep you apart.”

An unanticipated – almost feral – growl rattles around the back of my throat.

“And for my expedited troubles…I’m going to film.The.Entire.Thing.”

Chapter 25

Zero

First, it was pics.

Now, it’s vids.

One is a helluva a lot easier to convince people it’s not real versus the other, even if the advances in tech are making that less true.

It’s still pretty difficult to fake a sex tape.

Best you can aim for is claiming you had no idea you were being filmed.

“Pretend I’m not even here,” Ravencroft commands from the side where she’s being brought a deck chair to sit in.

Yeah, that’s gonna be easier said than done.

“But I am here,” she needlessly reminds on a wicked smirk prior to dangling her phone.“And rolling.”

“She’s what they mean about not sticking your dick in crazy,” Salay slyly whispers to us.

It’s impossible not to nod in agreement.

“¿De verdad vamos a hacer esto?” Garcia unhappily inquires.“While she watches?”

“What choice do we really have?” our girl tosses back.“It’s dick or death.And honestly, it’s a pretty easy pick.”

“For you!” huffs the bearded man.

“It should be for you too!” she squeaks in return.“Letting the dude you’re in love with give you a backshot and live to tell about it or deny him the chance to mount you like a bottlenose and get fed to one is a no brainer!”

“Bottlenose dolphins don’t eat people,” I thoughtlessly reprimand.“You know that.”

“Of course I know that!”

“Tick.Tock,” complains the woman now positioning her camera.“My boredom will result in someone’s death.”

“Tell me you’ve got lube in your pocket,” Garcia murmurs in exasperation.