Page 53 of They Will Burn

A smirk pulls at my lips. I hope she is, because I’m never hornier than I am after a fresh kill.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

KAOS

We’ve been at this for hours, and he’s no closer to spilling what he knows. If anything, the blood loss is getting us further away from where we need to be.

Normally I’m happy to sit in this room for days trying to break someone with all kinds of fucked-up torture tactics, but with Camilla standing across the room looking like the bloodthirsty goddess she is, I’m struggling to keep my focus on the task at hand.

Crew left not long ago, his mood soured by his inability to break him.

The fact we haven’t been able to get any information from Eric just further proves he’s guilty. An innocent person will tell you anything they can. They’ll admit to the time they stole ten bucks from their best friend’s wallet because they were broke that week twenty years ago. But a guilty person? They’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox.

It’s getting to the point where he’s going to die if we don’t patch him up, but I don’t think it’s worth it. He’s not going to give us anything. If he were going to break, it would have been while Kovu shattered his toes one by one so he was forced to hold himself up on them.

I’ve been keeping an eye on the princess’s reactions to every tactic we’ve tried, and she hasn’t flinched once. Impressive, I have to admit, seeing as even Bishop’s stomach can’t handle some of the shit we do down here.

“Little Lamb, you wanna have some fun?” Kovu asks from the table of tools, and she doesn’t hesitate to move toward him with steady steps.

She’s a fucking enigma, I’ll tell you that much.

She’s perfection. Long brown hair, huge gray eyes, and a body that would have a priest breaking his oath to God. And yet she has this dark streak that comes out to play and that I’m desperate to see more of.

Her small hand hovers over the table as she selects her weapon, and when she picks up a cattle prod, my brows lift at the same time Kovu looks over his shoulder at me, but neither of us speak as she moves in front of Eric.

Without hesitation, she tucks the handle of the prod under her arm and proceeds to undo his pants and shove them down to his ankles, never dropping her eyes to his shriveling dick.

Honestly, I didn’t have seeing a man I used to call my uncle naked on my bingo card for today, but watching whatever Camilla is about to do to him will be worth it.

“Please help me,” Eric murmurs to Camilla, and the smile that graces her beautiful face makes my cock jump with need. Jesus, will this woman ever do what I expect?

“I should probably introduce myself before I get intimately familiar with you. I’m Camilla De Marco, and something that men tend to forget about their own kind is that there’s always one sure way to get them to talk.” She leans forward and murmurs something in his ear that makes his eyes go comically wide before he starts shaking his head.

“No, please no,” he cries and she steps back, her gaze looking over his bloody form with nothing but contempt dancing in the gray.

“I mean, you have an option here.” Camilla shrugs. “Tell us what we want to know, and I won’t be forced to go through with this.” She swings the cattle prod around her fingers, and I hate to admit how fucking turned on I am by every move she makes.

Kovu is staring at her like he’s seeing her for the first time, and the look of feral lust he’s sending her way tells me once this is over, his little lamb will see exactly how wild he can get.

“I can’t,” he chokes out when she brings the end of the prod closer to him. “If I do, they’ll kill me.”

She laughs, the sound sweet despite the setting she finds herself in. “I hate to break this to you, but we’re going to kill you long before they can. Anything you say to us goes with you to the grave. Just saves you some pain to tell us what you know.” She shrugs.

“They’ll kill her! My daughter! They’ll kill her if I say anything.”

I hold my breath because this is the moment we find out just how ruthless she can be. If there’s one way to appeal to a woman, it’s through children. I’ve never heard of Eric having a kid, but we also stopped seeing him as much when we started climbing the ladder.

But Camilla shrugs and shoves the prod into his balls, causing an agonized scream to escape his throat, and out of instinct, I grasp my own junk in solidarity.

The real question is, why is watching her so fucking hot?

I don’t know if I should be concerned or turned on as hell by how well Camilla seems to be able to torture a man, and from the way Kovu keeps looking at her like she hung the fucking moon, I don’t think he’s having the same dilemma.

Wyatt wasn’t able to find anything about a daughter, but after Camilla threatened his dick and he still didn’t spill the beans, we figured we weren’t going to get anything out of him, and Kovu slit his throat.

As soon as he stopped breathing, Kovu had Camilla thrown over his shoulder and was making his way out of the torture chamber.

He turns back to me with a questioning cock of the brow. “You coming? I don’t know about you, but that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever watched, and I need to be balls deep in our girl immediately, if not sooner.”

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