Page 15 of Heirs of Havoc

After another swig of vodka, Feliks tosses his phone on Chaya's bed. He reaches for his baggy of white powder, sticking his key in and snorting some back. Then he crouches in his bag and unzips a compartment, pulling out what looks like a wrapped needle and forceps. Feliks whistles like a janitor cleaning up a big mess and I hope I'm not leaving here in a black bag. He goes to the bathroom, returning with my toothbrush cup before walking over to me. "Open up."

Chapter Six

“No.”

No freaking way.

What the hell is he doing?

“So fucking difficult.” Feliks pushes his knee between my legs, right against my clit. The minute I gasp, blue liquid pours into my mouth. “Swish it around. Spit it out.”

I’m expecting the same concoction Lev and Vlad used, but it’s minty, like mouthwash. And now I have a thousand more questions. He keeps the cup below my mouth, waiting for me to spit. When I do, he reaches over, snapping on two black gloves. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s better for the both of us if you don’t know.” He straddles me again, a twitch in his pants when I lift my hips.

“Being mysterious only goes so far.”

Tilting his head to the side, his eyes narrow. “How far does it go?” He brings his lips closer, his shaft hardening against me. The flutters fire off again. “I know you like being watched, but you’ve been craving some action from me too, eh? Whaddya say, Bunny?” He leans closer, grinding harder against me, and I’m stupid enough to move my hips with him.

Don’t give in. Don’t give in.

My eyes widen when something clamps on my tongue. “There we go.”

“What the hell?” My words come out an indecipherable mess, my tongue no longer under my control. Now, I wouldn’t usually let someone I hardly know handle me this way, but with my hands tied, Feliks has me caught. That doesn’t stop me from squirming when he reaches for a long needle.

“Believe me, Bunny, you’re gonna want to stay still.” He pulls on the forceps, my tongue pulling out of my mouth. The focus on his face gives him this alluring look but it’s far from passion. “Not the first time I’ve seen you like this, is it?” My cheeks heat, and I take a deep breath to combat it. That’s when he sticks the needle through my tongue.

He’s piercing my fucking tongue.

My eyes widen, but he’s ready with the charm. “Good girl, Mia.”

And somehow that helps quell the shock of what he just did to me.

He keeps the forceps on my tongue until he’s picked up a piece of metal jewellery from the bedside table. And okay, I’ve always wondered what having a tongue ring is like. I’ve seen Feliks put holes and tats into the other guys, but no way in hell did I expect this. Not today. “Beautiful.” I don’t know if he’s talking about the piercing or me, but that’s the last thing he says before he gets off, finally releasing my tongue.

It doesn’t hurt. It hardly stings, but ... what the hell?

He throws his gloves and the medical packaging into the trash. "Why did you—?”

Guitar in hand, he strums hard, drowning out my words again.

“Feliks!” There’s a lisp when I talk, the new jewellery in my mouth making this whole experience ten times weirder.

He plays louder, and all I’m left to do is process this. My head hits my pillow as I roll the new jewellery around my mouth. My brows knit, replaying the events of the evening. The one place I wanted to be is another cell.

What are they planning?

It’s hard to make sense of it all or plan my next move when I'm this tired. I'm not sure what this means for me, or my future, because right now, I'm focused on getting through the night.

Listening to Feliks play, my mind drifts back to the church. To the twins.

My life in Clementine is falling apart.

The adrenaline fades as fast as my mind spins, and soon, Feliks' strumming has my eyes drooping closed.

Don't fall asleep.

Who knows what'll happen if I do?

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