Page 69 of Savage Justice

“That’s a private school, isn’t it?”

“Does that matter? The fees won’t be a problem.” More to the point, it’s secure. And I can afford it, even if Molly can’t. I realise her work schedule has been shot to pieces lately and she may be short of cash.

“No, it’s not that. I could have sent her to a private school before, but I always preferred not to. I believe in state education.”

“Not much of that to be had round here,” I observe.

“Anyway,” she goes on, “aren’t those places in high demand? There’d be a waiting list…”

Not if you have the money to make it disappear, there isn’t. “Get Cristina to have a word with the headteacher. I daresay something could be arranged, and Lucy would love going to school with her heroes.”

Molly grins. “She’s got it bad for those two, hasn’t she?” She turns to wrap her arms around my neck. “I know the feeling.”

I slant my mouth across hers and walk her backwards down the hallway towards our bedroom door. I pin her against it with my body, never relinquishing the kiss, while I fumble for the handle and manoeuvre her inside. I back-heel the door shut and sweep her into my arms. In three strides we’re at the bed.

I drop her onto the mattress then follow her down.

“I was going to—”

“It can wait,” I growl. “Get naked.”

“Make me,” is her playful reply.

Challenge accepted. I pin her down with one arm across her chest and stretch over her to root about in the drawer beside the bed. I know there are some… Ah!

My fingers close around a handful of my ties. Life here on the island is fairly informal, so there’s not much call for getting suited and booted, but there could be a need to fly across to the mainland at any time. It pays to be prepared. I draw three of them out and drop them on the duvet.

Molly squints at them in confusion. “What are those for?”

“This is me, making you, baby.” I wrap one of the ties around her wrists before she can utter a word of protest and draw her hands over her head. I secure them to the headboard, then stand back to admire my handiwork so far.

She tugs at her bonds. “Nico, this is weird.”

“Do you want me to untie you?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, “What are you going to do?”

“Get you naked.”

“That’ll be tricky, don’t you think?” She pulls at her wrists by way of a demonstration.

“Depends how fond you are of those clothes,” I reply. I produce the knife I always keep tucked in my belt. You never know when something like that will come in handy.

“You can’t!” She gapes at me, wide-eyed.

“No?” I slice off the bottom button on her oversized shirt. “Shall I go on?”

She tenses. Her gaze meets mine, never wavers. Eventually, “I suppose I can always buy another…”

I allow myself a silent cheer and settle down next to her on the bed. Slowly, carefully, I remove each button with the point of my knife until the shirt hangs open. Her bra is visible, a pretty affair made of pink and black satin-type fabric. I sigh. It does seem a pity, but needs must.

I lift the central link and slide the point of my knife under it. It splits and parts. Her gorgeous breasts tumble free.

“That’s better,” I murmur. I set the knife aside and bend in to take one taut nipple between my lips.

Molly writhes and squirms when I suckle her. The plump bud hardens and grows. I press it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and enjoy the keening hum dragged from somewhere in her throat. I move to the other nipple and apply the same treatment.

“Nico,” she wails. “That’s too… Too…”

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