Page 69 of Enemy of the Heart

“Yes, sir. I want to be my sadist’s little whore.”

Her words cause my cock to stir in its fabric cage, imploring me to let him free so he can find his way inside Lou. “So obedient,” I praise her.

“Only when it comes to some of your orders.”

I shake my head, fighting a smile as I move over to the box sitting on the floor. Selecting the pair of pliers, a delicate chain, the small weights, and two clothespins, I carry them toward her. Lou tilts her head as though she’s a pet attempting to decipher the language of her master.

Her tits are incredibly sensitive, and I’d be remiss to neglect them.

After rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I fasten the weights to the chain and attach them to each clothespin. She hisses. I bracket the makeshift clamps to each peak, inundating her nervous system with delicious torture. Her proud nipples hang there alluringly, and I succumb to the urge to press a kiss to her smooth skin.

“You’ve not asked me any questions yet,” she complains, obviously thinking this is a punishment, but she couldn’t be more wrong.

“For now, this is only a steady reminder. What happens after I remove them can either be sweet or salty. The result is entirely up to you.”

She scowls at me, but I ignore that as I ask my first question, now leaning against the wall across from her, making a show of toying with the pliers in my hand. “Do you still know your kill count?”

“Of course. Two hundred thirty-seven,” she answers without hesitation, her eyebrows creasing slightly. Damn, that’s a lot considering it was one hundred seventy-three last time I asked.

“How are you feeling about your brother?”

She blinks. Once, then twice.

This seemed like the most interesting way to have this conversation. I hope she’s more forthcoming with information than she was at Ex-I.

“I don’t know,” she grits out.

Don’t shut me out, Lou. Approaching her, I tug on the chain between her breasts at the same time I jostle the thick metal links securing her arms over her head, and she groans.

“I think you do.”

She aims a sharp look at me that I don’t blame her for. Unlike at Ex-I, she’s not required to answer me, but I hope she does. She needs to talk about this, to unburden herself.

Bright, crisp surprise ripples through me though when she timidly states, “At the end, I was angry with Mercer for abandoning me in that place. I feel…guilty for that.”

She shifts on the stool and quietly seethes over what’s likely an intense burning in her nipples as she adds, “I’m worried for him. I’m trying to shut out the worst of my thoughts. I wish he’d leave it alone, but I know him well enough to know he won’t. Couldn’t he wait to see if The Shadows do what they say? I just got him back. Losing him now…” Would be painful, I finish for her in my mind.

The sadistic beast within me shares a heartbeat with the vicious snake within Louhi. I’d kill for her. I’d slaughter every one of her enemies and blot out their light with my own darkness. Her demons are now mine to demolish. There’s not a force on earth that could stop me from standing at her back.

Maybe I should try talking to Mercer and explain what losing him would do to her. He must see how much she loves him. After all, she volunteered to help him kill her friend.

This is about getting Louhi to confide in me, to use me the way she should. If this, our relationship, is to thrive, we need to be a partnership. That starts with her peeling back the curtain that covers her clever mind.

We’re both aware that I’d do anything for Lou, but I want her to remember to talk to me, to give me the chance to fight for her. I want her to become accustomed to leaning on me and trust that I’ll deliver every time. I want to remind her that I’ll travel any road for her, no matter how dangerous.

“What about Conall?”

It’s far easier to glean information from her tonight than it was just three months ago. I haven’t even had to torture her yet, even if it’s no secret that’s the prize now, not the punishment.

She captures her bottom lip between her teeth as her attention drills into me. When she finally speaks, it’s sotto voce. “He’s not who I thought he was. That’s going to take some time for me to accept. It makes me wonder if everything was a lie.”

Dropping to one knee before Louhi, I tug off the mask and set the pliers on the floor before encasing her face in my hands. My thumbs gently brush over the soft skin of her cheeks as I tell her, “No, baby, not everything. We’re as real as gravity or the snow outside. I’m so proud of you for talking to me that I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Her breath hitches as I pick up the pliers. I cleaned them, so I’m not worried about where they’ve been. I’m fucking certain that the things these pliers are about to see are far more pleasant than anything else they’ve been subjected to before, though.

Gripping the rungs of the stool, I drag it forward, the chains forcing her to slant back slightly. She mewls, her eyes falling closed and resting her head against the inside of her arm as I lean forward and lick a long stripe up the length of her cunt with a flat tongue. When I get to her clit, I wrap my lips around the tip of that bullet and suck it into my mouth like a damn vacuum, feeling it elongate in my mouth as the blood rushes to it.

I thrust two fingers into her saturated pussy as I work her over with my tongue. Once she’s on the edge, I pick up the pliers with my free hand and release her clit with a soft pop. I’m still plunging my fingers in and out of Louhi’s core as I bring the tool up to her mouth.