Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
KAI
I t’s been a week since our night at The Devil’s Den and I’m still flying high. Carter and I have been even more insatiable than normal. If he didn’t leave me so sore I could barely walk after we fucked, I’d have him inside me every day.
It seemed like ages ago that I asked him what he was doing at The Devil’s Den and told him what I was into. He stored that information and gave me something I didn’t think I’d experience again.
I love being married to him. I love having sex with him in private, my body only his for the viewing. But I won’t lie and say that I didn’t get off on Carter watching me fuck Jamie. It was hotter than all the sessions I had before. Times ten. Times fucking infinity. Feeling his gaze locked on me, on the two of us as we writhed around, and I pounded into Jamie’s tight hole was too hot for words. Thinking back to Carter’s face as he watched me got my dick hard as steel and my hole throbbing, begging for him to fill me.
Outside of fucking each other’s brains out, we’ve been working on both our house and the casino. The construction of Indigo Arc has been moving apace, and we’re gearing up to start working on the main floor redesign soon. I’ve had to hire more men to get it done, since I plan to do a major overhaul. The restaurant that was already there will be rebuilt, but I also bought the vacant land behind the casino so I can expand. It’ll be a large undertaking, but I’m confident we can get it done.
We’re hard at work in Dominic’s second office when Gavin steps into the room. He looks at Carter and dips his head, then leaves.
“What was that about?” I ask, watching Gavin’s back.
“I have something for you,” Carter says, taking the pencil out of my hand and setting it on the desk.
Smiling, I stand and press myself against Carter. The last time he had something for me, it was a night out so he could watch me fuck. “You seem to always surprise me with something. What is it this time?”
He chuckles, then plants a quick kiss on my lips. “You’ll see. Come on. I’ve been working on this for months.”
Now I’m really confused. Months ago, we didn’t really like each other. What did he have up his sleeve?
Joking, I ask, “Is this where you kill me?”
Carter throws his head back and laughs. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He kisses my nose and I scowl, though I feel my cheeks heat. “I talked to Manuel.” That gets my attention. Manuel guards the basement of The Fox Club with his life. He and Carter really got on when I had James downstairs for stealing my fucking money. “He’s been guarding my gift for you.”
If Manuel has to guard anything, that means it’s someone that I can slice up. Giddiness flows through me. “Let’s go then.”
The drive to The Fox Club consists of me asking Carter who’s in the basement and him telling me to stop trying to ruin his fucking surprise. As I take the familiar route to the club, I rack my brain to figure out who it could be. All of our enemies are dead, one I even killed myself.
Manuel and Carter clap hands when we get to the entrance of the basement door. Then he turns a grin on me, opening the door. “If I was into dudes,” he says as the three of us trot down the stairs, “I’d want one like Carter.”
The three of us laugh, though I’m not sure why he’s saying it. What could Carter have possibly done to make someone as straight as Manuel think about bending a little?
Seconds later, I have my answer. Tied to chairs with duct tape on their mouths are the three men that robbed me outside of the club in Shell Village.
When their eyes land on me, initially all I see is fear. Following that emotion is surprise and more strongly, regret. That makes me smile.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” I say in an upbeat tone, removing my jacket and handing it to Manuel. “So glad you could join us today.”
The ringleader, the handsome one that now has a long gash on his face, blanches. He says something behind his tape. Deciding to humor him, I walk over and snatch it off. He cries out, his lips trembling. I tilt my head, waiting for him to speak up. “Look man, we just wanted your wallet. We ain’t know who you were.”
I give him a flat look. “I tried to tell you, though. What did you say?” I put my hand on my chin, then snap my fingers as if I’m just remembering. “You said, ‘ Don’t fuckin’ care who you are. ’”
The blood drains from his face and he starts babbling and begging like the other two, though their words are muffled.
I ignore them and turn to Carter. “How did you find them?”
He looks at the one with the shitty tattoo on his neck. “Found him first. Didn’t take much. All Gavin had to do was hang out at the right nightclub. Then he snitched on the other two.”
The other blond man and the man with the black hair glare at their friend. The snitch breaks down, tears streaking down his face. The sight is like the sweetest fucking ambrosia. I love it when they cry and beg. Makes the torture more fun.
I walk around the chairs, trying to decide which one I want to kill first. The one with the pockmarked face. He’s the one that looped his arm through mine first. He led me to the other man that dragged me outside.
With that decided, I walk over to the roll of knives Manuel laid out for me. He leans against the wall, glaring at the men in the chairs.
“You know,” I say to my audience, “I almost forgot about you asshats. I had bigger fish to fry. But my husband didn’t forget.” I select a butcher’s knife, turning it this way and that, watching it glint off the light overhead. “You fucked with what belongs to him.”
I turn around to see all three men exchange terrified glances. Black Hair swallows thickly. “What are you going to do?”
The look on my face must answer his question because the two blond haired men start to cry. But I answer anyway. “I’m not letting you leave here alive. You were on borrowed time when you grabbed me at the club.”
Strangled cries and shouts from the men crop up in the room. I close my eyes, breathing in as their despair burrows deep inside me. Fuck yes. This is exactly what I need.
Before I get started, I flip the knife over and give it to Carter. “Want to take Lover Boy?”
He grins down at me, then kisses me hard. “Don’t mind if I do. I actually have something. I told you torture is more my thing. Manuel, the bottle.”
Manuel hands Carter a bottle with green liquid in it. I want to ask what it is, but I like Carter’s surprises.
Carter steps up to the man with the trash tattoo on his neck. The man tries to lean away, trying to escape the sharp blade that Carter is holding, but it’s no use. They’re tied down tight with no means of escape.
Grabbing his hair, Carter pulls his head back and trails the knife down his throat, then to his chest. As he drags the knife down, he applies more pressure until the skin splits. Lover Boy thrashes, his body quaking as blood pours from his wounds. Then he makes three or four more cuts like this, not deep, but long.
“There,” Carter says, almost soothingly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” The man looks up at Carter as if he’s lost his fucking mind.
Carter hands me the knife, then turns back to the man and sprays him with the liquid from the bottle. The man is silent for a few beats, then he screams behind the tape, his eyes bulging as he tries to wiggle out of the chair. Carter sprays him more, making tears leak from the man’s eyes. The smell of the liquid reaches me, and I laugh hard enough for a few tears to stream down my face.
Rubbing alcohol.
Over and over, Carter makes cut after cut, then douses the man with rubbing alcohol. The man screams so hard and for so long, his eyes look to be protruding permanently. Then he starts coughing hard. Fluid oozes from around his tape and I know he’s vomited.
Carter sighs, kicking the man over in the chair. “Figured he could take more before he threw up.” Then he pulls out his gun and shoots him three times in the chest. After wheezing for a few seconds, the man goes quiet and still.
The two men left alive scream and look sick, though only Black Hair can be heard. “Enough,” Manuel says, walking over to uppercut Black Hair so hard he flies back against the opposite wall, unconscious.
Flicking the knife in my hand, I walk over to the only conscious man. He looks at me fearfully, as if his life is flashing before his eyes. “Tell me,” I taunt, tapping the knife against his forehead, “was it worth it? I had what? Three hundred bucks in my wallet? Was it worth your life?”
He shakes his head, tears leaking down his face. I jab forward and pierce the left side of his chest, then twist. He wheezes behind the tape on his mouth, his gaze flicking up to mine.
I remove the knife, stepping back before blood can splash on me. “The three of you beat my ass for three hundred dollars. Bet you didn’t think your bullshit would come back to bite you in the ass, huh?”
With a quick flick of my wrist, I make a slice across his face so deep that I can see his teeth before blood gushes from the wound. Now that some of the tape is cut through, his screams become audible.
When I get behind him, I grab his forehead to expose his throat, then drag my knife from ear to ear. He quivers, then goes still as he bleeds out.
I look up at Carter and pass him the knife. He grins and takes it, then pulls me into his arms. “Fuck, Kai. Watching you work is such a fucking turn on.” His hard dick presses into my thigh and I shudder. “When I get you home?—”
“Why wait until we get home?”
Manuel makes a noise between a chuckle and a groan in the back of his throat. “I think that’s my cue to leave. You two can handle one man on your own.” He makes his exit as Carter cups my face and kisses me. “Hurry up and take care of him so I can suck you off.”
An involuntary groan leaves my throat.
Turning to Black Hair, I see he’s just started to stir, making pitiful whining noises. “Please,” he whispers. “I’ll leave town. I won’t tell anyone what happened.” His words are garbled, so I’m guessing Manuel broke his jaw. “I’m sorry, man. We just wanted money for coke.”
“Was the coke worth it? Did you get a good high?” Carter asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Black Hair shakes his head miserably. “Didn’t think so. You fucked with one of my possessions. I don’t take kindly to that.”
“Please.” His voice is thick with tears.
Carter scoffs and bumps me with his shoulder. “Slit his throat. I’m tired of seeing his face.”
Smiling slightly, I tip my head to the side. “I don’t know, Carter. He’s good looking. I quite like his face.”
A loud growl fills the room, and I laugh. I knew that would get under his skin. Carter might be okay with watching me fuck a cute guy like Jamie, but looking at another man outside of that? He’s not having it.
“Get me the sharpest knife you have,” he snarls. Another laugh bubbles up my throat as I pull out the boning knife and hand it to Carter.
I watch as he stalks over to the handsome black-haired man and slice all across his face. Flecks of blood flick on him, staining his hands and chest. The man cries out and tries to move away from what Carter is doing to him, but it’s no use.
Carter is like fucking Picasso, painting the walls and himself with the blood of one of the men that would have ended my life if they didn’t get my wallet.
His hand comes down over and over, the slashes deep and jagged. By the time he’s finished, the man’s face is a tattered mess of flesh, barely recognizable from the handsome man I encountered outside the club.
Exhaling roughly, Carter steps back and hands me the knife. “Finish it.”
“Of course, babe,” I say with a grin. I’m not sure where to grab the man’s face to expose his throat, so I ram the blade into his chest, directly into his heart.
Before I can enjoy the kill, Carter grabs me and pushes me against the far wall. I hit it with a hiss, then Carter covers me with his body. His lips are hard and incessant on mine, licking into me roughly.
When I’m a panting mess against him, he pulls away, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “You don’t notice men. No one but me. Understand?” I nod, moaning at his rough treatment and how jealousy deepens his voice.
Letting go of my hair, he makes quick work of undoing my pants and pulling them down my hips. He drops to his knees and sucks my cock into his mouth hands free. They’re covered in blood and I’m sure he doesn’t want to taste someone else on me.
My head flops back, banging into the wall as he sucks me in a fast, frantic pace. “Fuck, Carter. Fuck, I love you,” I tell him, pumping my hips into his mouth.
He flicks his gaze up to me, heat burning in his eyes. I groan as I watch him take me in over and over, his lips stretched around my cock in an obscene way.
“I’m close.” Carter is the only man that can bring me to the brink so quickly.
I bite my lip, watching arousal cloud his eyes. He moans around me, sending the vibration to my balls. “Carter. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Challenge enters his eyes. He doubles his efforts, taking me to the back of his throat and humming. “ Christ ,” I groan and shoot down his throat before I can warn him. My body quakes, my release so powerful that my vision whites.
Getting to his feet after sucking my soul from my dick, Carter slams his mouth on mine again. The kiss tastes sweet and salty, our flavors mingling together beautifully.
When he pulls his mouth away, he rests his forehead against mine. “Shower as soon as we get home. I plan to eat your ass until you don’t know your own name.”
That’s the kind of threat I can get behind. “Okay, babe.”
“You look hot when you’re killing people,” he murmurs, helping me button my pants.
“I could say the same.”
When I’m presentable, I knock on the door and Manuel steps inside, giving us sly smiles. “What’s up, boss?”
“Get some men down here to clean this place up. Burn the bodies.”
“You got it.”
Carter and I clean up as best we can, then head home. I plan to claim my rimming reward as soon as we get out of the shower.