Page 70 of Enemy of the Heart

Squeezing the handle, I pry open the jaw of the metal pliers and command Lou, “Spit.”

Her eyes flutter open and widen as she processes the situation she’s been presented with. When she doesn’t follow my directive quickly enough, I growl more authoritatively, “I said, spit.”

She gathers saliva before spitting a long line down onto grooved metal. I open and close them a few times, making sure that they’re nice and wet. Her pouty lips are parted, her eyes wide, as I bracket the metal teeth on either side of her sensitive clit.

She needs this as much as I do. If I were to strip out of my boxer briefs right now, I’d find my dick so engorged, it’d probably be a deep purple color.

The pliers are spring-loaded, so I can control the amount of pressure I apply, but I’m already dying to see how much Louhi can take. Her pain is my pleasure, and I’m going to bathe in that as I drain her dry with a fusion of pain and pleasure.

“Don’t forget to scream, Lou,” I remind her, clamping the pliers around her sensitive clit.

And she fucking does.

Louhi

The howl that erupts from my lungs is otherworldly, bordering on animalistic. It’s a visceral release that has my soul threatening to abandon my body.

As Sean tightens the pliers moderately, my piercing shriek bounces off the walls, echoing through the room loudly enough that I’m surprised Honey Eyes, or worse my brother, don’t burst in here. Viktor should know better. When he releases the clamp, my chest heaves as residual pain—laced with the barest undercurrent of pleasure—continues to pulse through me.

Resting my head against my arm, I find the strength to crack open my eyes to see Sean sloping toward me to lap at my clit as he continues to finger me.

His eyes flick to mine, and spots of blackness cover his vision like the shadowy craters of the moon. Observing this transformation as he summons the dark part of himself will never grow old. He’s thriving on my pain, and I find that incredibly arousing.

A lot of my favorite things in life happen when the monster within Sean makes an appearance. Let me dance in that darkness.

He needs this, and I’ll admit to myself that I do, too. I whimper when his rough, hot tongue makes contact with my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Shh, let me make it better before I break you again.”

Bloody fuck.

The veins in his neck are protruding, practically pulsing in time with my own heartbeat as he keeps me on the cusp of falling into indescribable oblivion. Just as I’m about to catapult over that edge, he braces the metal jaws of misery around my clit once again.

Just like the last round, I don’t recognize the shattering, shrill sound that fulminates from my throat, filling the room and assaulting my own ears as I come apart.

“The sweet screams you give me are a song I’ll never forget the words to.”

The pliers loosen, releasing their holdfast, and my chest sags with a squall from my lungs. When my blurry vision recedes, I’m met with the black shadows clouding Sean’s entire aura.

Observing me, he smirks, fingering me with long, languid strokes meant to put me back on the edge. An extended moan snakes up my throat, begging for more.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours to form words, baby.”

I whimper, and my words are barely more than a whispered puff of air. “More…I need…more.”

“Is your brain empty for me? Or is that pretty little head of yours still spinning with thoughts?”

Only of how good this feels.

There’s a sliver of grey matter at the back of my skull still focused on my brother. It’d be nearly impossible not to consider what Mercer plans to do and how reckless it will be, but I don’t tell Sean that. I’d rather see what he has up his sleeve next, so I dip my chin in a barely perceptible nod. Luckily, he chooses not to chastise me for not voicing my affirmation.

Leaning forward, he sucks my clit into his mouth softly, almost reverently, soothing the ache left by the pliers, the gesture at odds with the pain he just doled out. He gently licks me a few more times before rising to his full height, trailing a hand over my heated skin as he moves to stand behind me.

“Do you want your arms down, Lou?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe, knowing that I’m still supposed to “use my words” or whatever. He groans in delight at my choice of reply.

Turns out, you can take the man out of the army, but you can’t take the army out of the man.