CHAPTER 35 THE VELVET CAGE POV SYBIL #2
The silence on the line is heavy, filled with the profound, terrifying realization of the absolute, flawless precision of the strike. It leaves no blood. It leaves no bodies. It completely annihilates the enemy from the inside out.
"It is a completely flawless strategy, Donna," Dante murmurs, the dark awe entirely evident. "I will execute the protocol immediately."
"And Dante," I add, my voice sharpening into a lethal blade. "Tell the Capos in Chicago that if they ever suggest a public car bomb again without my explicit authorization, I will completely bankrupt their bloodlines and leave them to the Commission wolves."
"Understood, Queen Sybil."
I sever the connection, the green light entirely fading to black.
I lean back in the heavy leather chair, completely entirely alone in the dark study.
My chest rises and falls in a slow, rhythmic breath.
The immense, heavy power radiating from the desk is absolute.
I am a twenty-four-year-old woman, entirely isolated on an unmapped rock in the ocean, and I hold the absolute fate of the federal government and the criminal underworld in the palm of my hand.
The door to the study slowly opens.
A shaft of blinding, tropical sunlight entirely pierces the darkness, illuminating the heavy, broad-shouldered silhouette standing in the threshold.
Thayer steps into the room. He completely ignores the heavy titanium shutters and the encrypted tech. His pale gray eyes are entirely locked onto me, burning with a dark, psychotic, utterly devouring obsession that has only grown infinitely more catastrophic over the last four years.
He crosses the room in slow, predatory strides.
"I listened to the feed," he murmurs, his voice a dark, vibrating hum that entirely completely wraps around my soul. He stops at the edge of the desk. "You are utterly ruthless."
"I am protecting our cage," I reply, looking up at him, entirely unbothered by the darkness of my own actions. "No one touches what is ours."
Thayer’s breath completely catches. The absolute, unadulterated devotion in my words entirely shatters his restraint.
He doesn't walk around the desk. He places his large, calloused hands on the polished teakwood and completely vaults over it, entirely clearing the terminal and the Black Book with terrifying, lethal grace.
He lands directly in front of me, completely trapping my chair against the wall.
"Thayer," I gasp, my hands instantly flying up to grip his waist as he drops to his knees directly between my parted legs.
He doesn't speak. His right hand violently grips the hem of my white silk slip dress, pulling it completely up to my waist, entirely exposing the bare, pale skin of my thighs and the sheer white lace of my underwear to the dim light of the study.
"You completely destroy me," he growls, his face hovering mere inches from my stomach, his hot, heavy breath entirely washing over my skin. "Every single time you open your mouth and issue a death sentence to protect our family, I entirely lose my fucking mind."
"Then lose it," I command, my hands sliding up to entirely completely tangle in the dark, heavy waves of his hair, entirely anchoring him to my core.
He rips the delicate white lace of my underwear aside with a single, brutal, frantic movement.
He leans forward and buries his face entirely between my thighs.
A loud, piercing scream completely tears from my throat, bouncing wildly off the titanium shutters. My spine arches violently against the back of the leather chair, my internal muscles instantly clenching in a heavy, scalding spasm of pure, unadulterated anticipation.
He does not offer the slow, worshipful teasing of the bedroom. This is a violent, aggressive, completely feral claiming.
His tongue sweeps entirely over my slick, swollen center, a broad, ruthless stroke that completely devours my taste. I am entirely soaked for him, my body weeping a heavy, transparent nectar that betrays the dark, violent arousal his absolute power triggers within me.
"Thayer," I sob, my fingers digging brutally into his scalp, entirely trying to pull him closer even though he is already completely consuming me.
He finds the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath my hood.
He draws it entirely into his mouth, applying a heavy, agonizing, punishing suction that completely completely scrambles my neural pathways.
He uses his tongue to flick relentlessly against the swollen peak, entirely establishing a fast, driving, devastating rhythm.
I cannot breathe. My chest heaves with violent, jagged gasps, my vision completely entirely whiting out in the dark room. He is a demon, entirely dragging me down into the beautiful, suffocating depths of hell, and I am entirely begging him not to let me go.
"Shatter for me," he demands against my wet skin, his voice a dark, muffled vibration that sends catastrophic shockwaves entirely through my core.
He slides two thick fingers entirely inside my tight, scalding velvet. He curls them upward, repeatedly striking the heavy, sensitive ridge along my anterior wall, perfectly matching the brutal, relentless assault of his mouth.
The sensory overload completely breaks my mind.
"Please!" I scream, my legs wrapping entirely around his neck, completely trapping his face against me, offering myself entirely to the monster who built my world.
The climax hits me with the force of a nuclear detonation.
My entire body locks into a state of rigid, trembling paralysis. My internal muscles spasm violently, repeatedly milking his fingers in tight, scalding waves. A long, fractured, devastating wail entirely escapes my lips, completely swallowed by the heavy silence of the study.
I sob uncontrollably, entirely broken by the sheer, agonizing intensity of the pleasure. He does not stop until my body goes completely limp, my legs falling weakly against his shoulders, entirely entirely drained of every single ounce of energy.
Thayer slowly withdraws his fingers. He drags his mouth up my stomach, pressing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses against my trembling skin until he is entirely kneeling in front of my face.
He is a terrifying, beautiful mess. His pale eyes are entirely black, completely blown with an obsessive, psychotic lust. His lips are slick with my release.
"You are mine," he whispers, entirely crashing his mouth down onto mine.
I taste my own climax, mixed with the dark, heavy possessiveness of his tongue. I completely surrender, entirely kissing him back with a desperate, unyielding devotion that entirely seals the blood pact between us.
He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving violently against mine, entirely entirely resting his forehead against my own.
"Are you ever going to let me leave this room?" I breathe, my voice completely shattered, my hands entirely resting against his scarred, heavy chest.
"Never," Thayer vows, his hands gripping my hips, entirely entirely pulling me flush against his rigid, aching length. "I am going to keep you locked in the dark with me until the end of time."
I smile, a dark, completely corrupted, entirely genuine expression of absolute joy.
I look past his heavy shoulder, staring at the dark, leather-bound Black Book resting on the edge of the desk. I think of the billions of dollars, the federal agents, the mafia Capos, and the entire terrified world entirely existing outside the borders of our island.
My father sold me to a monster to pay a debt. He thought he was entirely handing me a death sentence. He thought he was locking a fragile bird in a cage she could never survive.
But Arthur Vance didn't understand the fundamental truth of the dark.
The cage only works if you want to escape.
When you fall in love with the bars, when you completely surrender to the monster holding the key, the cage entirely disappears. It becomes a kingdom.
"Then lock the door, Thayer," I whisper, my hands entirely tracing the heavy, thick ink of the Syndicate tattoos wrapping around his neck, my midnight-blue eyes entirely locked onto his. "Lock the door, and throw away the key."
Thayer’s eyes entirely flare with a dark, triumphant, unquenchable fire.
He surges upward, completely entirely lifting me off the chair, entirely pushing me back onto the heavy teakwood desk, completely entirely ready to completely ruin me all over again.
I am Sybil Thorne.
I am the Queen of the ashes.
And the devil is entirely, completely, forever my pet.