Page 41 of Fallen Dane

“You want me to help?”

“I want to watch you kill him, kitten.” I fist my hand in her hair and yank her head back. “I want to see what you look like when you make the life drain from his eyes.”

Her pupils dilate. Her breathing changes.

“Tell me something, kitten.” I release her hair and run my hand down her throat. “When you were poisoning Gerald. When you watched him suffer. How did it make you feel?”

She freezes.

“The truth, Whitney. We’re done with the lies.”

“Powerful.” The word comes out as a whisper. “It made me feel powerful.”

I press my palm against her throat lightly. “Did you get wet thinking about what you were doing to him?”

Her face flushes. “Yes.” Her eyes meet mine. “After every dose I gave him. I’d go to my room and fuck my vibrator thinking about how good it was going to be when he was gone.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Whitney.”

I’m so hard it hurts. I just might give her that vibrator back so she can show me.

“I felt alive for the first time in years. I had control. I had power. And every time I poisoned him, every time I watched him get weaker, I knew that I was the one who caused it.”

I kiss her so fucking hard. She moans against my mouth, clawing at my shoulders to hold me there, kissing me back.

When I pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are unfocused.

“My bloodthirsty little wife.” I bury my fingers in her hair. “Do you have any idea what hearing that does to me?”

She starts clawing at my zipper. “Dane—”

“This is what we’re going to do.” I rise from our bed. Cradling her against my chest, I carry her to the bathroom. “We need a plan for how Harrison is going to die.”

I set her down and then spin her so she’s facing the mirror.

“Look at yourself.” I grip her hips from behind and lick along her right ear. “You’re going to watch how much you enjoy planning his death.”

She sags back against me, and I urge her forward so she’s bent over the counter, her face closer to the mirror.

“I want him dead, Dane.”

“I know you do, good girl. Tell me how you want it to happen.” I run my hand over her ass. “Slow or fast?”

“Slow.” Her voice is breathless. “I want him to suffer knowing there’s no way out for him.”

I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She cries out, watching her own face contort in the mirror.

“I want him to know I’m the one who’s going to end him.” She’s panting now, eyes on her reflection. “He shouldn’t have fucked with my daughter. He’s going to beg me not to kill him.”

I rub the red skin of her ass and then run my fingers along her opening. She’s so fucking wet.

I press my clothed dick against her ass, letting her feel how hard she’s made me. “I’ll get him there for you, little kitten. Then you get to do your worst to him.”

She’s dripping. I can see her watching herself in the mirror as I grip her breasts, pulling her tight against my dick.

“I want to use a knife.”

I grind against her. “You can use whatever the fuck you want. I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t do a single fucking thing to try to escape.”