Page 18 of Unholy Night

I backed up toward the stairs slowly. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Vance snickered and stepped away from the bloodied man he had tied to a chair. “Relax, darlin’. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just stay calm. This isn’t what it looks like.”

What the actual fuck? My adrenaline spiked in my veins as nausea crept up my throat. “Well it very much looks like you’ve been torturing this man to death. Am I next?”

He inched forward, wiping the sweat off his brow with his beautiful forearm. His thick, muscled, tattooed forearm. “He’s a very bad man, Easton. I have my reasons. Reasons you could never even imagine.”

Something about the way he looked at me was turning me on. No, Easton. Bad girl. “Are you gonna kill him? And then kill me next? I know I haven’t been very nice to you, but I don’t deserve to die.”

He smirked and his eyes lit up. “Oh, no? What else did you have in mind?”

Fuck. My hands trembled as I reached back for the railing. Maybe I could make it up there in time. Maybe I could get away…

“He’s a maniac,” the bound man screamed. “Help me, please.”

Vance slapped the man across the face. “You shut the fuck up. Ain’t no one helping you.”

I whimpered and leaped back. “What is wrong with you? You’re all a bunch of monsters.”

Vance sighed. “No we’re on a job. And this piece of shit doesn’t deserve your sympathy.” I tugged on his ear. “Isn’t that right, sicko? I bet you’re thinking of all the disgusting things you’d do to my friend here if you weren’t tied up.”

The man sneered back at him. “She’d look so pretty in a cage.”

My stomach knotted and I almost gagged on my own bile. I swallowed hard, forcing it back down. Chills swept across my skin. “Vance? What’s going on?”

Vance walked over to me and caressed my cheek. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Now go back upstairs and wait for me, beautiful.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I stared deep into his light green eyes. He was so fucking handsome it hurt to look at him. “Are you going to be okay?”

He arched an eyebrow. “You concerned about someone other than yourself? I’m impressed. The boys really did a number on you.”

I felt my cheeks flush. Fuck. “You four don’t keep any secrets from each other, do you?”

A devious glint sparked in his eye. “We don’t keep anything from each other.”

I backed up against the wall with a sudden need for this man to touch me. The ache stirred in my pussy like a drug. Why am I like this? There’s a man beaten and bleeding just a few feet away from me and all I could think about was Vance’s hands on me.

“Oh, you are into some freaky shit, aren’t you,” Vance drawled. He pressed up against me and nipped at my neck. “You want me to make you cum right here?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, afraid to use my words.

He chuckled and slipped his hand down my pants. “Mmm, you’re so fucking wet. Your pussy likes danger. That makes me so hard.”

I let out a moan as he wedged a finger deep inside my cunt. He slid it in and out slowly as he kissed my neck. “Vance… fuck. That feels so good.”

He growled and added a second finger while he wrapped his other hand around my throat. “You want me to fuck you against this wall, beautiful?”

I moaned again. “Yes, please… I need you inside me.” I glanced over his shoulder to see their deranged hostage watching us, aroused. And it made me wetter. A devious idea formed in my head.

Vance unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum you won’t be able to walk for a week without dripping it everywhere you go.”

I kissed him hard on the lips, gasping as our tongues met and twirled around each other in a desperate frenzy. “Vance… I want you to fuck me where he can see.”

He stilled and looked down at me, a fresh smirk playing across his lips. “Dirty girl. I had you figured all wrong. I like this side of you, darlin’.”

In one quick move, Vance swooped me up and set me on the workshop table, directly across from his hostage. He yanked off my pants and tossed them to the floor. “Open your legs so I can see how your pussy glistens for me.”

I arched my back and spread my legs open. “I lied earlier,” I breathed.

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