Chapter 22 #2
Her hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. “I said now, Ella. Things will end badly for you if I have to ask twice. Also, spread the news, and make sure there’s a marriage certificate on file somewhere. We want Ronan to have hard evidence that I’ve gone back to Lachlan.”
“I—” Ella blinked and seemed to struggle with a reply. “What the fuck, Spider?”
“Did I stutter?” Natasha bent to take off her shoes, then straightened and twirled a double-edged dagger between her fingers. “Move it.”
“Bloody hell.” Daniel grabbed her wrist and twisted, making her drop the knife into his hand. “In your fucking shoe?”
To my surprise, and probably everyone else’s, she smirked and gave up the blade without protest—and most importantly, without killing anyone. “Never, ever believe I’m unarmed or helpless. Might save your life one day.”
As Cristian hustled Ella out of reach, I shook off my stupor and tried to close her blouse, but she knocked my hands away and shrugged it off her shoulders.
After taking several steps away from me, she finished undressing and with precise grace, lowered herself until her knees met sun-warmed concrete.
“I will say this one time, after which I will be silent unless my Master commands me to speak,” she murmured.
“I will execute Ronan Doherty, and ensure his body isn’t found for at least twenty-four hours unless you prefer him to disappear entirely.
Further, I will ensure the safety of everyone he holds against their will.
I will also provide almost two thousand pages of documentation on his known associates. ”
I gaped at her, but didn’t miss the telling gaze Daniel shared with Ella. I also didn’t miss her not specifying a safe exit for herself. Natasha might think herself expendable, but I was more than willing to disabuse her of that notion with my belt on her ass.
“And I will be the perfect slave for my husband and Master, Lachlan O’Donnell without going ‘Vigilante Shit’ on his ass.
” She spread her thighs and rested her upturned hands on her knees, revealing her pussy.
“But first, he needs to close his fucking mouth, wake up, and be a goddamned Master so I can nuke Ronan and his organization from orbit.”
Unable to do anything else, I laughed softly, wishing it could be as easy as Natasha made it sound. “Saoirse told me I needed to cage you and make you like it if I wanted you back.”
“I found something I’m willing to be caged for…” She arched her back and lifted her chin, but kept her eyes lowered. “Master.”
Having Natasha go her knees willingly…
Justice for her mother.
The man who orchestrated my brother’s murder dead at my feet.
I could have everything I ever wanted. Unfortunately, I didn’t know if I was willing to pay the price.
Then again…
There was a reason Natasha was named Spider. She was a killer. It wasn’t something I could stop even if I wanted to. I could embrace that part of her…
Or lose her again. Maybe permanently. And that, I wasn’t willing to do.
Crouching, I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. After covering her with my jacket, I pressed a finger against her chin, making her lift her head to look at me. “Do you really want a Master, little one?”
Moving my hand to her throat, I turned her to face away from me and inhaled the rich floral scent of her shampoo. “Or are you pretending?”
“I—”
“Are you taking the path of least resistance to your goal because Cristian and Ella said it was the only way?” I lowered my head and nipped her ear, ignoring our audience as they went inside on silent footsteps. “Are you a slave to your need to kill?”
“Lachlan…” She swallowed and took a deep breath. “I mean, Master?—”
“You remind me of a bloodstock racehorse.” I stroked her cheek with my free hand.
“Undisciplined but poised at the starting gate with the thrill of competition coursing through your veins. All grace and power in such a diminutive package, but you require a firm hand on the reins to perform to your fullest potential.”
“Christ.” She tried to wriggle free but stilled when I wrapped my arm around her.
“But not the whip.” I petted the curve of her hip, feeling the brand I’d given her under my fingertips. “You give your best when rewarded with pleasure.”
“Stop, please.” She wriggled in my arms, but didn’t move when I relaxed my hold on her waist.
“My pretty slave needs blood on her hands,” I purred, tightening my grip on her throat. “My exquisite Spider needs to watch her victims use their last breaths begging for mercy they don’t deserve.”
“Please…” She relaxed in my arms and ground her ass against my thickening cock. “Yes.”
“Ask me, Spider.” I circled her clit with a gentle fingertip, easing my touch when she bucked her hips against my hand. “Ask me to let you cover your beautiful body with their heart’s blood. Fucking beg me to let you hear their dying pleas.”
She eased herself from my arms and faced me before lowering herself to her knees once more. “I will kill with your permission, Master, but I won’t insult you with begging. I will obey my Master’s wishes.”