11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
King
I have to hand it to Ava. I didn’t think she would be able to pull it off. When I sent her in, I thought for sure she’d end up running off like last time…or dead. I mean, the bitch is going to die either way, but I can give credit where it’s due. She delivered my Little Wolf back to me, wrapped up nicely in a neat little bow. Maybe I’ll give her a good death and let her die on the end of a cock.
Not mine, though. My men can show her a good time– before her time runs out. The traitorous bitch knows she loves cock almost as much as she loves her drugs.
No. My cock seems to only respond to a certain little redhead that’s sitting pretty for me, tied to this chair. Gone are the long blonde locks that adorned her the last time she was with me– the red suits her better now. Her tears have always been my own type of drug. Coating my tongue and slipping into my veins like heroin would for an addict.
When I let the blindfold drop from her face, I expect to see those tears I’ve been longing for, but much to my disappointment, that’s not what greets me. The cold, calculating gaze my Little Wolf shoots at me goes straight to my dick. The smart remark and smirk she wields like a dagger has me adjusting myself in my pants.
“Oh, Little Wolf. I’m going to enjoy every second of fucking this attitude right out of you. Watching you shatter like glass on my cock– just like old times.”
Her smirk deepens, and I know she’s about to spew something I’m not going to like. So when her mouth opens to do just that, I shove my fingers to the back of her throat, expecting her to gag and struggle against me like she used to. But she’s just full of fucking surprises. Her throat relaxes around my fingers, and her tongue slides out as she widens her mouth at the intrusion.
This won’t do.
The need to break her spirit– to mold her back into my compliant little pet consumes me. Hooking my fingers on each side of her teeth, I jerk her jaw down and spit on her waiting tongue.
No reaction.
Fury blankets my vision as she doesn’t even attempt to close her mouth or show her disgust. Ripping my fingers from her hot mouth, I grip her throat with one hand while the other goes to the nape of her neck, jerking her head back by her hair.
Her green eyes hold no emotion, staring back at me with her mouth still wide open and my spit sitting on her tongue.
“Looks like you’ve forgotten who your master is. And you’ve been a puppet without a master for far too long. Let’s see if your memory improves when I let my men take turns stuffing your tight little holes.”
Her gaze hardens for a second before she closes her mouth. I think she’s finally remembering who the fuck I am. My spit and hers hit me in the face before I can even anticipate the little bitch’s move. I don’t even bother wiping it off as my fingers tighten around her throat.
The lack of oxygen still doesn’t keep her from opening her pretty little mouth.
“You can stuff me with a thousand Kingsmen cocks, and I still won’t be your fucking puppet .”
She doesn’t struggle against my grip, and that pisses me off more. Even when her eyes start to roll into the back of her head as she loses consciousness, she doesn’t so much as flinch against me. When her body relaxes against her restraints, I still don’t let up. Not until the door to this room slams open do I release her.
Jackson steps inside, the fear in his eyes letting me know I’m not going to like whatever news he feels is worth interrupting me with right now.
“Boss, we’ve got a problem.”