Chapter 6 #2
"You're welcome to try." I lock the shackle around her wrist before reaching for the other.
The second I step back, her leg comes up, foot aimed right for my face.
I smack it out of the way before grabbing it and locking her ankles in the shackles on the ground.
Emilio tries to turn around in his chair to see what's going on, but he can't. "Stop. You don't have to hurt her."
I stand up, inches away from Summer. "Want to tell me why you and the spy sitting right there seem to care so much about each other?"
"He was my first boyfriend," she says, as if she thinks telling me the truth is going to help anything.
It only makes me more annoyed. And I hate the fact that knowing they have this connection annoys me.
But I can use this. I can make her pliable, show her that I'm not a man to be fucked with. Nothing I've done yet has seemed to scare her enough, but this might work. This might be all I need to get through until the auction.
After that, she's going to be someone else's problem.
I go to the weapons lining the table, picking up a hammer. "I've heard that breaking your knee hurts like hell."
Emilio pales as I slam the hammer into the side of his knee.
There's a sickening crunch that fills the room.
Summer's screams echo off the walls, drowning out the sounds of his groans.
Humming, I move to the other side of his body, lining up the shot and taking it.
Emilio wails this time, tears gathering in his eyes.
I look over at Summer. "Huh, you'd think that would've hurt more."
There are tear tracks running down her cheeks and hate shining in her eyes. She's beautiful when she's like this—chained up and pissed off.
I go back to grab a knife. "What's that? You want to see me peel his face off and send it to his wife? Well, if that's what you want."
"Let him go!" Summer thrashes against the chains.
That's going to cause some huge bruises.
She stops thrashing, looking at me like her heart is being ripped out of her chest. "Just let him go!"
"What are you going to give me if I do?" I hold his head in place, facing her while drawing the tip of the blade around the edges of Emilio's face.
"Anything!"
I smirk and lean back, cutting Emilio's throat. "You're going to regret that."
She pales as if realizing what she just said.
I don't care, though.
She told me I can have anything I want, and right now, I want to know just what she thought of the little show I put on. I can see the hunger shining in her eyes.
She might pretend she's better than the rest of us, that she doesn't get off on the violence, but I can see that she does.
I drop the knife, wiping my bloody hands off on her dress, skimming her curves, taking note of the way her nipples pebble against the thin material. "You liked watching me kill him."
"No." Her voice wavers a little as she sucks in a sharp breath.
I slip my hand up the inside of her thigh, the last of her ex-lover's blood staining her skin. When I find her pussy, she's dripping. I slide my fingers along the slick folds. "I think you're a liar."
"You're horrible."
Despite her words, her hips tip into my touch.
I push one finger into her, and she gasps, her head tipping back a little. I tease the rough spot, crooking my finger against it until she's panting. I keep pressing, pulsing against it.
Summer comes to her senses, trying to move away from me. Little good it does.
I keep touching her, my thumb circling her clit as I pull out and thrust two fingers into her.
"You're soaking. You want to come for me, don't you? You liked what you saw, you little slut. Just look at the way you're dripping."
Her eyes find mine, a slight shake of her head betraying the look she gives me. It's filled with lust.
I push my fingers harder and deeper, my cock hardening as her whimpers get louder. As I slam into her over and over again, she finally comes, her body tensing before relaxing into my touch.
And then, when my hand is soaked, I pull out of her and grab her jaw, the cum clinging to her skin. "You think I'm a monster, don't you?"
She nods, trying to pull her head away.
"Well, you just came for a monster." I let go of her face, reaching up and letting her hands down.
Without a moment of hesitation, she slaps me hard.
Laughing, I shake my head and pull the key for her ankle shackles from my pocket.
Men flood the room and take the weapons out the second I give the signal.
Once the weapons are gone from the room, I toss the key at her feet.
She can unlock herself and have fun with the dead body.
I pause in the doorway, turning to look at her one last time. "I think you're going to spend some time in here. Think about what you want your life to look like if I ever decide to let you out."
Though I have bigger plans for her, she doesn't know that.
She screams on the other side of the door, cursing me for all I'm worth.
The scent of her arousal and the memory of her little noises stick with me, but I am stronger than my urges. I have to be.
She is one of them. She can rot in there until I'm ready to deal with her. It's only going to make things worse with the Lynde family, but I don't give a shit.
This bullshit with them has been going on for far too long, and if driving their family into the ground one by one is finally going to get me the revenge that's owed to me, then that's what I'm going to do.
No matter how long it takes.
Even if I can't trust those around me anymore.