“My brother has a concussion because of you,” I say, removing the gag.
As he recovers, he says, “Lucky he only has that much.”
“A guy like you shouldn’t be street fighting. You should be in prison. Although I have a feeling, if I did some digging, I’d find out you’ve already done time. Wouldn’t I? So why don’t you save me the research and tell me what for. Bar fights? Manslaughter?”
He sneers, glancing between us. “Only done a brief stint.”
“For?”
He looks at me like a man who’s got something to hide, someone who knows whatever he told me would only piss me off more.
I nod. “I’m too curious not to find out.” I pull out my phone—an act to give him some hope I might spare him—but then move quickly, shoving the blade into the side of his knee, earning a powerful scream. His warm blood rushes against my hand, the sensation feeling lifegiving, reminding me, strangely, of sensations I felt while I had Killian’s cock in my mouth.
“You’re not gonna make me look it up, are you?” I ask, jamming the blade farther in with a twist, a trick Dad taught me. What I feel in this moment, it’s better than sex—and it’s whatDad must’ve felt too. Pleasure in knowing what I’m doing to this fucker.
“I didn’t do anything,” he insists.
“That’s not what you said moments ago. You made it clear you did something, and I want to know what.”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because it must be terrible enough that you’re worried I’ll make this much worse for you if you tell me.”
The way his gaze meets mine assures me I’m right.
“We can let this take as long as you want, Vik.” Something else has overtaken me, a god I’ve channeled to exact this revenge as I dig into the good spot that leaves him hollering. Music to my ears. I lean close, breathing in the scent of fear. “I hope you do drag this out,” I whisper, “because I want to carve you up like a jack-o’-lantern.”
And alongside the brutal pain crushing him, I see the flash of terror—he knows how serious I am.
9
KILLIAN
Sik Vik’s screamsand the sweet, rusty smell of blood lingering in the air have a calming effect on my nerves. Not only did I get the pleasure of having my cock serviced by Logan, despite how much he didn’t want it, but I now get another form of entertainment.
Once he’s finished with one knee, he goes to the other. I can only see Logan from behind, so I have to move to see his determination as he inflicts his terror on his victim. It’s like watching a lion in the wild, unaware of my presence as it devours a gazelle.
Sik Vik cries out, “Why would I tell you a damn thing when you’ll kill me anyway?”
Logan leans in close to his victim, his nostrils flaring as he says, “Because telling me will distract me long enough to give you a moment’s peace. And won’t that be worth it, for the pain to stop even for a second?” He twists the blade again, earning another bloodcurdling scream from Sik Vik.
“Sexual assault! It was sexual assault, you bastard…”
Logan draws the blade from the knee, granting him that brief relief, and Sik Vik catches his breath. He flinches, as though shocked the agony has come to an end, then says, “I only ever did time for one, a few months. But I’ve fucked so many women and even a few men who never said a damn thing.”
My pulse quickens. I already wanted a turn at this guy, but now I want it even more. Logan and I were right to be suspicious of him. To call him a monster would be an insult to myself. No,this is a stain on the human race, who only deserves to exist long enough for Logan to finish his work.
“Thank you,” Logan whispers. “And for the record, it’s not fucking. That’s rape.” He stabs back into his knee, and I know, between his brother and everything Sik Vik just shared, it’s going to be a long night.
*
Logan’s soaked insweat, wiping his face with a towel I had Jaime bring to me. He’s shirtless, his bare chest and pants doused with blood. He takes deep breaths as he sits on the sofa, collecting himself. I pass him a fresh glass of water and watch his Adam’s apple bob as he downs it. Reminds me of what he swallowed earlier in the night.
Since he finished tearing Sik Vik apart, I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he has everything he needs. What he did wasn’t only a workout, but a work of art, and he’s clearly physically and emotionally drained from crafting it.
I already admired Logan—one of the reasons why it felt so good to make him submit to me—but this has taken things to a new level. He didn’t just break Sik Vik. After revealing his sins, Logan destroyed him, making it stretch out for hours, even going as far as pulling him from the stand and giving him CPR three times, determined to keep him alive as long as he could to endure the horror.
When he finishes the water, I take it from him. “More?”
