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“That’s right. It only cums for me.”
“It only cums for you.”
“You only look at me like you want to fuck me.” He growls. I moan as he pinches my clit, but then he smacks me. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't hear you.” He rips the lace from my body, tossing them over his shoulder.
“I only look at you like I want to fuck you.”
“Good girl,” He murmurs, pushing his fingers inside and pulling them out of me.
“What should your punishment be?”
The way my body shivers in delight at the word punishment is a red flag, but then he removes his fingers completely, stepping away. “What?”
He smirks. “No coming until the end of the night.”
My mouth gaps. “Are you serious? You said we could play.”
“We, not just you. You were punishing me by making me watch another eat my pussy. So now I’ll punish you. Get dressed, Little Bird.”
“Asshole,” I hiss as he tosses my dress at me.
Chapter 30
I senta pouty and a little mouthy, Constance to the penthouse as I stake out the club. If I know him, he’ll be where the most depraved souls go.
I find him watching the blood and manipulation show. It’s done tastefully. I’ve watched it a few times. I always thought I would want to carve up Constance, but hurting her flawless skin is too much, even for someone like me. In fact, if anyone eventhought about hurting her, I’d cut their throat out as a pretty vase for my bird.
He sits in the back. It’s dark there. No one sees him grab the waiter, his hand sneaking up her skirt. But I see it.
He hasn't changed. The worst mistake he ever made was coming back on my turf.
I stand, readjusting my watch as I prowl towards him. Sending my foot into his wondering arm, I hear the snap and grin with sweet satisfaction.
He spins and when his eyes come to mine, they widen in fear.
“Been a long time, yeah?”
The next morningwe loaded into the jet. An extra package this time in a wooden box. Constance is still pouty, and grumpy in her own way. Getting teased and never being able to cum will do that to a person.
Her hand strokes over my wrist, the one that holds the marks. “How did you get these?” She asks softly as if giving me the chance to pretend I didn't hear her.
I unbutton the sleeves of my dress shirt, rolling it up. She’s already seen them. Seen more of me than I would ever admit to myself. If I want to keep her, I’m going to have to answer some questions. “Maybe you remember, maybe your brain blocked it out, but my dad isn’t a good man.”
“I remember. You locked me in my room every night.”
I nod, not able to reveal the vulnerability of that statement. “Right. Because he is a predator, and in turn, he made me one.” I sigh, “When I was young, up until I met you for the first time. Iwas forced to rape other children and be filmed and then they’d disappear and I’d never see them again.”
Fuck, if I knew this was the conversation we would be having, I would have ordered a stiff drink.
“So, I made a mark every time I had to do it. To remember the monster I am.”
She runs her finger over the marks. “You’re not a monster. You were forced.”
“I hunt and kill people for a living.”
“But they deserve it,” she stresses.
“Are you seriously making up excuses for a man who drugged and kidnapped you?”
