Page 41 of Lethal

As if to confirm my thoughts, Cole turns his attention to us. “Hey! Stop doing our thing with the others. It’s not cool.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath, having to keep myself from wanting to kill them. Sometimes love doesn’t conquer all.

“Fine. You can have five minutes,” he shouts, knowing he’s pushed my buttons too many times recently.

“Oh, so generous,” I snap, shoving the rod into the armpit of the man tied to the chair. His body jumps with the unexpected zap, and I tune out his screams. I do it again to his neck, another to his inner thigh, and then his cheek. All in quick succession. Each one has him jolting in the seat, and it seems the intensity of each increases as well. A glance at Jasper confirms he has the control in his hand.

For some reason, it makes me more irritated, and I shove the prod into the man’s dick over and over. His mouth drops open, releasing keening screams that fill the warehouse. The electrical shocks lock his muscles in place, his hands fisted against the arms of the chair and his toes curled.

Jasper grabs a second bucket of water, getting him wet again, then he moves to stand behind me. His heated hands landing on my hips. As much as I enjoy his touch, I equally want to shake it off. God forsaken weather. This place fucking sucks. My clothes stick to me, and I’m constantly sweating. All the more reason for me to shove the device against my victim’s skin, shocking him relentlessly.

Vander joins us, taking the position at the box while Jasper lifts my hair off my back. He blows on my neck, the movement of air helping to relieve some of the incessant, suffocating heat. After a moment, he gives me open mouthed kisses along the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. My sensitive skin prickles with goosebumps. It’s either from his attention or the way the screams have turned to a high-pitched, ear-splitting ring.

I didn’t know a human could make such a symphony with his expression of agonizing pain. Perhaps someday I should record all the sounds I get from my victims, then remix them into a soundtrack. I could play it when I get mad and can’t kill anyone. Maybe it can act as my calming playlist.

To accompany Jasper’s movements, I use the device on the man in the same place he focuses on me. On the neck where he’s kissing. On my breast where he cups me. The nipple when he pinches and plucks the pebbled tip. Trailing the current along his stomach.

It becomes harder to concentrate on what I’m doing when Jasper’s hand dips into my pants. His fingers swipe along my slit, gathering the cum dripping out of me before returning to my clit. He draws circles around the bundle of nerves and pleasure shoots throughout my body, much like the electrical volts traveling through our captive.

“You better not come on my fingers until the same moment he dies,” Jasper warns me, his tone a husky vibrato.

The hidden threat of what will come if I don’t follow his instructions has my cunt clenching on nothing. Such a drastic difference from not long ago when I had both his and Cole’s cock stuffing me beyond measure.

Vander lets out a muffled chuckle, overhearing him, and the asshole can’t help but join in my silent torture. He turns the dial down, making my shocks less effective, then he stands to my side, lifts my shirt, and exposes my nipple from my bra, sucking on it. The softness of his tongue drawing circles around it has me sucking in a sharp breath. It goes unheard as I pin the prod against the man’s shriveled dick and he screams bloody murder. Which won’t be quite inaccurate when things are all said and done.

I move the prod to his sack. Electrifying first one nut and then the other, alternating back and forth between them.

My legs shake, the building orgasm from their efforts threatening to demand its grand entrance. Suddenly, I regret not having asked where the most effective place to zap him is when I want to deal the killing blow, so to speak.

It’s almost game over when Vander pinches my other nipple. The effort of trying to hold back my orgasm has my entire body shaking, including the arm holding out the rod. My aim has become shit, the tip landing on areas that aren’t considered as sensitive.

“Please, Vander. Turn up the voltage.” I can hate myself for resorting to begging later. After I enjoy the fruits of my labor.

The pounding of my heartbeat rushing through my veins drowns out the screams of a dying man. I’m only able to concentrate on one thing, and one thing only. Do. Not. Come.

Not until the man in front of me dies. And with the way things are going, it’ll take a lifetime. Maybe two.

Vander’s sadistic side rears its head. He chuckles. The vibrations it causes add a whole other layer of sensations tantalizing my nipple.

My head tilts back as the pleasure becomes more than I can suppress, but I quickly snap it forward when my view of the soon-to-be-dead-man cuts off. I can’t miss watching his death for the sake of holding off an orgasm. It would be a tragic waste.

With no other options left, I bite into my cheek, using it as a distraction to hold myself from crossing the edge. Blood fills my mouth, and I risk missing his death to glance down at Vander. Lining my mouth up, I spit the blood out, making sure it lands on my tit right above the area where he’s latched on.

The mixture of blood and spit lands almost dead on, quickly dripping to where I wanted it to hit. It touches his top lip, drawing his attention. And the moment he realizes what it is, he stares into my eyes. Warmth radiates from his gaze and it feels like I’ve given him a gift he’s been craving. He growls his pleasure, releasing my nipple with a pop and sticking out his tongue to swipe the liquid into his mouth.

“Get ready to come, Reginetta,“ he says, turning the dial on the control all the way to max.

Seeing what he did, Jasper doubles down on his efforts to make me come before my victim dies. His fingers slick over my clit at a hurried pace. But it’s too late. Vander gave me enough of a distraction to hold off from coming long enough to finish my mission.

Using my free hand, I cup his cheek, expressing my gratitude before redirecting my attention to the man in front of us. Lining up the prod with his taint, I press it into his skin while focusing on his eyes—the window to the soul. “Nevermore,” I gasp out.

It’s almost instantaneous from the moment it touches him. The electricity powers through his form, and his eyes become vacant. The high I experience when watching a soul depart from earth fills my veins as if I injected myself with the most potent of drugs. My body sags, knowing I’ve held off long enough, allowing my euphoria to find grander heights. The orgasm crashes into me head on.

It’s a rush, powering through me, my muscles convulsing almost as much as the man getting electrocuted, and once it passes, my limbs are left with the prickly sensation of numbness.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, Little Bird. I could watch you all day long. Such a good girl for holding off for me,” Jasper whispers in my ear.

Vander grunts his agreement, still lapping at the blood on my breast. Somehow, it ended up smeared in a larger area than when I spit it out. I have a sneaking suspicion he was spreading it around instead of licking it before. The joy sparkling in his eyes makes my heart clench.

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