Page 105 of Where Sinners Repent

Kai’s hands come up, gripping either side of my face. His fingers dig into my jaw until I’m forced to look at him.

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous,” he grunts.

I go to close my eyes, but he gives my head a rough shake.

“You don’t need to apologise,” he grinds out, each word sounding like it hurts him to say. “We were kids, Kaleb. Fucking children.”

My chest caves in. Years of guilt I’ve kept stuffed deep inside beg to claw free, and I don’t have the strength to force them back down.

The Black Cat is beside us as I drift back into my body and find her gaze.

She bites her lip nervously. She should be fucking nervous. I promised when I got free she would be fucked. And I wasn’t lying.

“Come here,” I grunt, turning to her.

Her steps are slow, as if she’s not quite sure, stopping just in front of me. My eyes flick between hers for a long second, letting myself soak her in before I ruin her. Unable to stop myself, I lean in and kiss her. Her soft lips melt against mine, and the sweetest whimper falls from hers.

I use the moment to slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. When I pull away, she’s breathless.

“Did you have your fun?” I murmur, against her lips.

Her lashes flutter, and she has the nerve to nod. It makes my lips curve into a cruel grin.

“Good,” I whisper, smiling against her. “My turn.”

Whipping my hand out, I wrap it around her delicate neck. Her oxygen cuts off with a rasping gasp, and with my other hand, I grapple with her clothes. Thin material tears and rips from her body.

I’m not gentle, ripping clothes from her body with one hand while I choke her with the other. Call me a multitasker. Nails scrape at my arms as she flails helplessly, but I barely feel it.

When she’s naked and on her knees, only then do I release my death grip from her throat.

She coughs and splutters, sucking in deep breaths while I loom over her. The frigid air causes clouds to form with each one. If she’s anything like me right now, the cold doesn’t penetrate the heat roiling in our bodies.

She remains on her knees like a good girl. Reaching up, I grip a chain that hangs from the ceiling, pulling some slack. Her eyes widen when she sees it, but she’s too late. Because now I’m wrapping the thick steel around her neck.

Testing it, I make sure it’s tight, but not tight enough to cut off her oxygen. The image of this wild, stunning, psychosis woman on her knees with think links wrapped around her slender neck, will forever be branded in my mind. Haunting, more than the souls of the lives I took ever could.

My cock fucking aches, so she won’t be getting it. I’ll have to torment her through my brother.

“You look beautiful like this,” I murmur, peering down my body at her. “Completely at my mercy. Fear shining in those bright blue eyes.”

My knuckles dust down her cheek, and I have to stop myself from yanking my hand away when she leans into my touch. A needy cat, purring for attention.

Big, heavy tits bounce with each ragged breath, and I reach down to slide the pad of my thumb over one peaked nipple. Those barbells look fucking delicious, and just thinking about the night that I held her against her will, gagged and restrained, while piercing her soft flesh, has my spent cock twitching with interest.

“Do you like them?” I growl.

She tries to glance down, but the thick chains around her neck stop her movement. Instead, she gives me a soft nod. “I love them.”

Of course she does. The sick little puppy.

Continuing to tease her sensitive flesh until it’s puckered tight, I glance over at Kai. He reads exactly what I want with no words spoken, moving over to our stash. Roxy doesn’t notice him, glassy eyes blinking up at me.

“You’ve been looking after them?”

She nods, biting her lip. I believe her. They are healing nicely.

Standing next to me, Kai passes me the thin chain, two clamps on either end. A line forms between her brows as she tries to figure out what it is.