Page 34 of Lethal

“Won’t you tell me how many are inside?” she coos, blinking her eyes like she’s an innocent doe. Her bottom lip pouts as if every second he waits to answer is upsetting her more. Raven’s beauty is something to behold, and I can’t blame the man for falling into the trap of her blue depths. A mere glance from her could bring any man to his knees. A skill I know she possesses, but one she’s never used on us.

With his head turned toward her now, I can’t catch his expression, but I can imagine it well enough with the hesitance in his tone. “It’s, uh,” the sound of him licking his lips breaks up his answer, “just me. I sent the enforcers outside to—“ he cuts off abruptly, realizing he was about to tell her he sent them out to kill her.

Raven tsks. The sound is full of disappointment with his actions and our victim swallows loudly. He’s putty in her hands, a shiver of fear running through him. I’m sure he can see the violence she’s capable of dancing in her eyes.

“Other half is clear,” Vander announces, the sound of his voice barely preceding his appearance in the doorway. The man has a skill for remaining completely silent when he wants. He’s lucky he said something before coming around the corner. He scopes the room, and after noticing we’re busy, he jerks his head to the side and says, “I’ll check the remaining rooms on this side.”

His departure is stalled when Raven calls out his name. “Vander! Look at my new toy. Cole said I could experiment on him. Do anything my little heart can think of.” She singsongs it, and it doesn’t take us long to realize she’s trying to rile the man. “I’ve been wanting to test that new acupuncture kit I got. I need to discover what reactions I can draw out of the body by stabbing hundreds of needles into it at strategic places. Shall I start with your face? Or perhaps the groin area?.”

“I can’t wait to watch, Reginetta. Think you’ll want to collect his blood so we can roll in it as we fuck?” The man in question blanches and Raven cackles, thoroughly enjoying that Vander smoothly joined in on her fun. With one simple exchange, she broke the man’s resolve.

Vander moves on while Raven and I continue to deal with our only captive. If he doesn’t have any information for us, at least we can take some of our frustrations out on him. I crack my knuckles at the thought, quickly aiming my gun at him again. “There’s a set of zip ties in my pocket. Mind doing the honors?” I wink at my woman as her gaze lands on me, anticipation in her blue depths.

I keep a watch on the man for any sign of movement from the corner of my eyes, but my focus is on the beauty in front of me. She takes a step toward me, mischief playing in the quirk of her lips. Instead of asking me which pocket they’re in, she runs her hands on the outside of my thighs, touching the cargo pockets there, one of which holds the cuffs. I know she has to feel them through the fabric, but she doesn’t reach inside for them right away.

She prowls around me, her footsteps slow as she moves to stand behind me, hands trailing over my body as she goes. “Hmm…” she teasingly hums, both hands moving along my sides, reaching for my abs and sliding down until she dips into my front pockets. “I can’t seem to find them.”

Her hands reach deep into my pockets, pushing aside the extra clips I have in them to reach for my cock. One hand plays with my balls, while the other fists my shaft the best she can with the restraints preventing full mobility. She fondles my dick, making it come back to life in mere seconds, it having never gone all the way down after kissing her.

The moment a hiss leaves my lips unbidden, she releases her hold, removing her hands from my pockets with a smug smirk from getting what she wanted. The little vixen is asking to get fucked against the wall right here and now.

With deft fingers, she lifts out one of the plastic cuffs and moves to stand behind the shaking man. Her eyes rove over him like she’s already coming up with ideas of how she wants to play. “Oh, one more thing, Luv.” Her gaze reverts to me, giving me her complete attention. “Try not to touch him directly. It makes my skin crawl knowing you’ve made contact with someone undeserving.”

My words hit their mark, a shiver running through her as she makes the connection to exactly what I mean. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to skin a man who’s felt the joy of meeting her touch.

Chapter 15

Raven

Cole’s words travel through me, finding a home right in my cunt, causing a gush of wetness. I love how obsessed he is with everything that has to do with me. Including a need to control who I touch when it doesn’t involve one of my men. I already know he plans on skinning the side of the man’s face where I touched him.

The more I think about it, the more I get turned on. I can’t wait to kill him to get the orgasm Cole promised. Visions play out in my mind of him bending me over the body, fucking me as I scream out his name. The longer I get lost in the thought, the more my convictions cement. I need to make it a reality.

Shaking my head clear of how good the piercings will feel gliding in and out, I focus on handcuffing the man. “Hands behind your back,” I command him, making sure my voice carries the threat of what his disappointment will earn him. It’s a tool I’ve used on many conquests in the past. One I haven’t even thought about tapping into since Grayson tricked me with his lack of skills.

The man eyes me warily, slowly moving his hands until they meet behind his back, and as Cole requested, I’m careful about not touching him. I slip the loops of the cuffs over his hands and tighten the zips until they hold him firmly in place. The action seems to suddenly catch up to him, snapping him into the realization that we have him in our clutches and the likelihood of him getting out alive is slim to none.

He thrashes, yanking his hands apart with a grunt, trying to get them free. When that doesn’t work, he backs away from us, wanting to put as much space between us as he can. He keeps walking backward until his spine hits the wall with a thud. As if he’d be able to get away. The jolt of his body hitting the paneling has him freezing in place, and a feigned serenity falls over him.

“Why did you come here?” he asks. There’s a thread of panic underlying the calmly spoken words. “How did you find out where the stash was?” His assumptions of why we came couldn’t be farther from the truth. Perhaps Brent wasn’t expecting us as much as we previously assumed.

Cole and I lock gazes and with one look, I know we agree to wait to ask him any of our questions. Our silence for now will act as a catalyst, pushing his mind to spiral into all the possibilities, all the horrible scenarios. And the more he continues to assume the wrong thing, the easier it’ll be to catch him off guard when we try to extract the information we really want.

Vander returns, and this time he’s followed by my other two men. “We already killed everyone else. The building is clear.”

“What’s the plan? We staying here, or taking him somewhere else? How long do you want with him?” Jasper asks next, stepping farther into the room and crossing his arms over his broad chest. His gaze takes in the man, who now has his lips tightly pressed together.

“Give me a moment. I think I know a place close enough we can bring him,” Cole says. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and begins typing on it. “He’s the only man who made it out alive. Who knows how long it will take to get the information out of him.”

Vander moves to the window and uses his gun to move the blinds out of his way. “Reinforcements could come any minute. I’d prefer we get moving sooner rather than later.” Glancing back at Cole, he adds, “Tell us what you want packed. Jasper and I can get working on that while Grayson keeps watch.”

Cole grunts in acknowledgment but finishes what he’s doing on his phone before glancing up to respond. “I’ve secured a location that’s perfect for us. We can take the airboat directly there.” He slides his phone back into his pocket and reaches for a jacket hanging on the back of the desk chair. “I need every computer device you can find packed up. They’re coming with us.”

Vander moves to help Grayson limp from the room, leading him to a safe area to watch for any incoming threats. Jasper grabs a laptop from the desk in the room and follows them out, beginning the search through the rest of the building.

A malicious grin spreads on Cole’s face as he turns toward me, where I stand next to our next victim. I have my gun trained on him in case he gets any ideas, but my focus remains on my nerd turned into an all around badass psycho. He brings a finger to his lip and taps it a few times in a show of thinking something through. After a pause, he holds up the finger as a sign for me to pause where I am, and he moves back to the desk where Jasper found the laptop.

The sound of objects shuffling is my only hint of what Cole is up to, but it’s not a good one. His body blocks my view, and he’s been showing more and more of a different side of himself than I’m used to. After a moment, he turns around, holding up a black permanent marker. “Ah ha!”

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