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Maybe instead of making her an enemy, we make her an ally.

I was only one head of the Cerberus, though. My brothers would have to agree to the deal too.

“What was the plan you landed on for escaping?” I asked. My curiosity getting the better of me.

A tingle ran down my spine at the way she slowly dragged her gaze over to me, a calculated expression firmly in place. It was borderline creepy how she cocked her head to the side while the corners of her lips drew up ever so slightly. The blood I’d smeared on her chest glistened under the light, and the shadows cast from that sole bulb danced along her skin, making her appear unhinged. Fuck if it didn’t make my dick hard.

“What makes you think I have one?” Her voice was devoid of any emotion. The passionate woman from a moment ago was gone, her prior panic neatly tucked away.

I stepped closer, nudging her thighs apart with my knee.“You’re not losing your shit while strapped to a chair. After being drugged in the back of an SUV by three massive men who could do whatever they wanted to you,” I said, digging into my front pocket.

Black seeped into the blue of her irises, and I didn’t think she realized her tongue swiped across her lips like she was savoring the finest ambrosia.

Her nipples pebbled at the flick of my switchblade. I loved the way her breath hitched when the metal touched her leg. “In fact, if I remember correctly, a moment ago, you asked me to lick your sloppy cunt,” I said, running the tip of my knife up her exposed thigh and studying her face to see if she’d flinch as it sliced her supple skin. The only reaction she gave was a slight shift in her chair, but she couldn’t hide how her pulse quickened the higher I ran my blade.

“Trying to get relief? You’ve got to be a little fucked in the head to get turned on at a time like this,” I taunted, entranced by the crimson droplets running down the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes darted to my hard-on, and she raised a manicured brow. I chuckled at how she’d expressed so much without speaking.

“I’ve only met two others before you that are the same kind of fucked-up. We trauma-bond over the shit our families put us through. You’d fit in well with us, Scar.” I untucked the joint from behind my ear and lit it, taking a long drag before letting the smoke caress her face. “We could play whenever you want if you stay with us,” I murmured against her cheek.

Her moan echoed off the walls.

Fuck.

The comment was meant to entice her, but the moment the words were out, I realized how badly I wanted to keep her. To play with her.

To break her.

“Tell me what I want to know, Scar, so I can keep you,” I whispered, pulling the lobe of her ear between my teeth while dragging the knife closer to her center, being careful not to pierce but still exerting enough pressure that red scratches marred her.

I dropped between her thighs, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Blood, sweat, and her wet fucking pussy. I craved bottling that shit up and wearing it like a cologne.

Pressing my tongue flat against her skin, I reveled in the hitching of her breath. Saltiness infused with the metallic taste of her blood exploded in my mouth. I didn’t bother suppressing a moan as I lapped up what had leaked down her inner thigh. Her hands clenched and unclenched where they were tied. I had to restrain myself from cutting them free so they could tug on my hair. Her hips thrust forward, attempting to get my attention where she craved it.

“Kenji, please,” she breathed out, her head dropping back and rolling from side to side.

The desperation in her plea was music to my ear. I wanted to see what other noises I could drag from her pliant body.Two people didn’t have to like each other to fuck each other. And I made a point to enjoy pleasures while I was still breathing. Unfortunately, fucking the beauty wasn’t the most important thing at the moment.

My tongue was teasing the edges of her lace underwear—my nose essentially in her pussy—when Caleb stormed into the room with Niko on his heels. I’d barely scrambled out of the way before he caged her in with his body. His anger was palpable, yet she remained unfazed, those glacial eyes burning with challenge.

“You drugged me and tied me up, Callahan. Bitch move,” she spat, her words laced with poison.

“What was in that fucking file?” he seethed, gripping her chin so tightly her teeth were probably cutting into her gums. His volume ticked up a notch, bordering on yelling when she didn’t answer.

“What did the file say, you Romano bitch?”

Her eyes hardened, and she yanked her face out of his grasp. Baring bloody teeth.

Idiot.

With that one word, he bolstered her defiance. Now she didn’t fucking care what he was talking about. She’d push back solely on the principle of fucking him over. Even at the expense of her life. How did I know this? Because the dumb motherfucker was the exact same.

“Shit,” Niko whispered from beside me.

“Yup.” I let the P pop as I leaned against the dust-covered wall. “We’re going to be here awhile now.”

Her voice shook with fury when she answered. “I thought you had all the answers you needed, Callahan. I already fulfilled our deal.” She leaned as far forward as the zip ties allowed. Their noses practically touched as she spat her response. “You wanted a wife? Here I fucking am. Should’ve thought about what you’d use your one favor on.” She leaned back, putting on a facade of calm and collected, but I saw the ticking of her jaw.