25. Hayden
25
HAYDEN
I thought I was going to have a coronary when Emelia bent over and revealed she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. Then I thought I was truly having a stroke when she pulled the other girl into her routine on that stage. I have never been so hard in my entire life as when I watched her tongue lap across her skin.
“Pull yourself together,” Declan snaps, and shoves my shoulder with his fist. “They’re bringing her up now.”
“You got this,” I mutter, and stalk through the crowd, leaving him to watch Emelia as I seek some relief somewhere. I locate Silas in the crowd of masks almost immediately. “I need you,” I lean in to whisper in his ear.
He cocks his head to the side and I can only imagine the curious glint in his eyes as I drag him into a hallway and shove him against the wall. “What are you doing?” he hisses and tries to shove me away.
“I need to take the edge off, or I won’t be able to focus,” I whisper and look around, desperate for a door that locks. My eyes focus on the bathroom a few feet away.
Perfect.
I drag him into the room and lock the door. Before he can protest further, I shove him to his knees and rip off his mask. “This won’t be kind and it won’t be gentle. This is a need. Not a want. You don’t get off this time.” My voice is hard, but I can tell by the blush creeping up his cheeks that he’s into it. With trembling fingers, I pull out my cock and trace the wet tip across his lips. It’s achingly hard and leaking. “Suck,” I command and shove into his mouth until I hit the back of his throat.
He gags and grips my thighs, digging his fingers into my skin as I thrust my hips in a brutal rhythm. Silas gags and slurps as drool slides down his chin, and I have to admit, he looks fucking divine on his knees with my cock in his mouth.
I drop my head back on my shoulders and moan out his name as he flicks his tongue against my piercing. My dick throbs against his tongue as his throat muscles work me into a frenzy. “You take… Fuck… You take me so well.” I groan low in my throat. “You look so… so good with my dick down your throat. Harder, Si,” I whisper and my voice sounds like gravel.
He swallows around me again, the warmth of his tongue and the suction make me see stars. “That’s it. Just like that.” He relaxes his throat so that I slide all the way in, and that’s my undoing. My muscles clench up and my stomach quivers as my orgasm rips through me and I explode on the back of his tongue. Silas swallows what I give him and then lets go, a thin string of milky fluid connecting his lips to my cock.
Fucking fuck, this night.
I’m never going to get my dick to go down at this rate.
I tuck my semi hard cock back into my waistband and help Silas fix his mask before turning to head back to my post. “I’ll make this up to you.”
“Don’t bother. That was fucking hot,” he responds with a chuckle and heads in the opposite direction towards the bar.
I meet back up with Declan at the VIP booth, but it’s empty now. “What’d I miss?”
Declan folds his arms across his chest and I can only imagine the look he’s giving me right now. “They already took her back to his hotel. She went freely. Silas has a tracking chip on her.” He hands me a little screen with a blinking light. “Follow that. Get it done. Bring her home.”
“Aye Aye, Captain.” I salute and weave through the throngs of people. I look down at the screen and watch the blinking dot as it moves down the map. “It’s showtime now, Baby.” I climb on my bike, kick it into gear, and take off in the direction of my blinking dot.
I hear her laugh echoing down the hall as I stalk forward. I tracked them back to the Palace Royal, Cabrera’s main hotel unit. There were five security guards at the entrance on the first floor when I pulled up. I took care of them with five bullets and a silencer. My body stiffens when I hear Emelia’s high pitched moan followed by two sets of feminine giggles.
The fuck is she doing? Commiting murder or having an orgy?
“That’s it. Now, kiss her neck. Just like that.” Cabrera’s voice is husky and deep as he orders the girls around. My stomach twists and I’m two seconds from marching in and shooting him right between his fucking eyes.
“Your turn, Sir,” Emelia says and I know that tone. I can see her in my mind, eyes hooded and lips turned up into a sultry smile. “Do you like it here?” She pauses. “Or here?” My skin feels hot and tight as I stand to the side of the open door, just out of sight.
Forget a bullet between the eyes, I’m going to gut him like a fucking animal.
“How about… Here!” Her voice gets louder, followed by a groan of pain. Two screaming women trip over themselves as they flee the room in nothing but their panties, their clothes gripped tightly to their chests.
“You fucking bitch! Guards!” He shouts and inhales sharply.
I step into the light and take in the scene. Emelia is straddling him on the bed with a small blade sticking out of his neck. Her fingers are covered in blood as she holds it in place. The perfect place, actually. She missed all the major vessels. “Don’t move or she’ll slice through your carotid artery,” I instruct and drop into a chair directly behind her. “They’re dead, by the way. Your guards,” I add, just to make sure he understands that he too, will soon be joining them.
“Did you bring it?” She asks without looking at me.
“Mhmm,” I confirm and drop a syringe into her waiting hand. She uncaps the needle and stabs him in the thigh. He grunts in pain, but doesn’t move a muscle. I watch as the drugs take effect and his body goes limp. Emelia looks back at me with a small smile. “This is all you, Angel, I’m just here for the muscle.”
Several hours later, we’ve got him tied to a chair in the walk-in freezer in the hotel basement. He lets out a pitiful groan and rolls his head to the side. “Come now,” Emelia says and slaps him lightly across the cheek. “As much as I would love to draw this out, I have more important plans tonight.”
I meet her eyes as I let her words really sink in. Seeking revenge for her family has always been her number one priority, but now that it’s here and she’s on the cusp of completing it, she makes us her priority instead. My chest tightens as my heart swells with love for this completely psychotic woman.
“Who the fuck are you?” he coughs and thrashes against his bindings.
“Don’t bother. She knows how to tie a knot,” I say and lean against the wall, watching her circle her prey like a lioness.
“Do you know,” Emelia says in a haughty tone, “What it smells like when someone is burned alive?” She picks up a blow torch and cuts it on, the flame hissing to life. “No? Well I do. It smells like the most sick, twisted barbecue you’ve ever been to. Did you know that roast human smells a lot like roast pig?” She brings the flame down onto his exposed forearms, one at a time.
He screams and writhes as the flesh bubbles and melts under the heat. “See?” She says with a sadistic smile that has me hard and aching in my pants already. “Barbecue. Do you know who I am, Cabrera?” She asks and circles him again. He shakes his head but doesn’t speak. “Does the name Pendleton ring any bells?”
I watch as all the color drains from his face and his eyes search desperately for an escape route.
Poor guy.
He’s absolutely fucked, and I’m wholeheartedly enjoying every single second of it.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She moves to the table and grabs another device before bending down and cutting his pant legs open. My eyes leave her face to figure out what she’s got, and my stomach quivers.
This woman… I want to marry her. Today. Right now. In a pool of crimson blood with the screams of our enemies still echoing off the walls.
She takes the skin grafter and cuts sliver after sliver off his thighs and calves. He screams and thrashes, trying to kick her away, but his ankles are bound to the chair legs. When she stands up, her arms are covered in blood, and she’s got a crimson smear across her left cheek. Her green eyes sparkle brightly as she takes in her work so far.
I lean back against the wall, admiring her passion. Her ingenuity at torturing. Watching her work makes me want to drop down on my knees and worship her.
“Did you know that there were people living in that hotel that you blew up?” She asks as she drops the grafter with a loud thunk and picks up a nail gun. “Did you?” Her voice rises to a shout as she circles him again.
I can see her face clearly now. Her eyes are wild and fierce, her lips upturned into a devious smirk that has me throbbing against the seam of my pants.
She’s feral.
She’s unhinged.
She’s perfect.
She’s mine.
I watch in awe as she shoots a single nail into his joints. First the ankles, then the knees, then the wrists, and finally the elbows. A shiver snakes down my spine as I imagine the sharp nails penetrating those areas, and it almost makes me nauseous.
Cabrera groans in pain and shakes his head weakly. “I don’t believe you!” She shouts and shoots a nail into the top of each foot.
“Por favor, por favor, por favor,” he whispers over and over with tears streaking down his face. Then he starts muttering something in Spanish, and I think it’s a prayer.
I watch Emelia’s face closely, and I can see the moment her restraint dissolves and her control crumbles. She drops the nail gun on the table, picks up a wickedly curved blade, and lashes out. It slices through the muscle in his mouth with ease. She stands in front of him, chest heaving, holding a bloody blade in one hand and a dripping tongue in the other.
My legs just about give out when she turns to look at me. She’s covered in blood splatter, her eyes have a feral glint, and she’s panting heavily. She looks every bit the Angel of Death that I know her to be, and I want nothing more than to take her home and make love to her all night long.
She’s fucking beautiful.
Fucking transcendent.
The leader of the cartel gurgles and coughs behind her, choking on his own blood. “His voice was annoying,” she says simply and drops the tongue at his feet. “So I made it stop.”
“You did so well, Angel, but let’s wrap this up. He’s going to pass out from pain or blood loss soon, and then it won’t be fun anymore.” I’m also going to pass out if I keep panting after her under this mask. Fucking thing needs bigger air holes.
“You’re right,” she agrees and skips out of the freezer. I hear clicking in the kitchen and realize that she’s turning on all the appliances. “Time to go home.” She comes back into the room and drops her torture devices back into her bag. “It was a pleasure, Mr. Cabrera.” She dips into a low curtsy. “See you in Hell.”
He coughs and chokes on his own blood as we exit the freezer and head up the stairs before the place catches fire. I drape my arm across her shoulders, pulling her close and wiping her blood soaked hair from her face. “God you are perfect,” I whisper against the back of her head, kissing her hair. “I love you, my feral Angel.” I push open the door and usher her out into the night. The chilly autumn air is a balm to my heated skin.
She hugs me around my waist, squeezing me tightly as the entire hotel erupts into a flaming fireball. Glass shatters as the flames destroy everything in their path, and the foundation cracks and gives under the heat and pressure.
“It’s over,” she whispers, her voice hollow and distant. “I really did it.”
“How did it feel?” I ask as we climb onto my bike.
“Fucking fantastic,” she says and squeezes my midsection as we leave the destruction behind us. “But I’m feeling a little empty now.” Her voice takes on a playful tone as her fingers dip down to stroke my achingly stiff cock through my pants.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” I chuckle as I throb under her touch. “We’re going to stuff you so full that you’ll never feel empty again.”