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“No, please, please,” He begs, crying. Mammoth holds his mouth open while I take hold of his tongue and cut it out. He gargles as his mouth fills with blood.

“Is this going to take much longer because I would rather be sinking balls deep into my wife about now.” Rip sighs.

“Pres, seriously, that is my sister, we’ve talked about this,” Hit complains.

I turn to look at Rip. “You can’t rush art,” I huff. Rip holds his hands up in apology.

I take the bolt cutters and make my way back to him. I cut off each of his fingers, one by one, and he cries out. The pain becomes too much for him and his head rolls as he slips in and out of consciousness, although he can’t close his eyes. When he's left with no fingers, I stand back, tapping my finger on my chin, trying to decide what will be the final bit of torture. He won’t take much more and I want it to be memorable.

Got it. “Bring down the engine hoist,” I say excitedly.

“Christ, you're enjoying this far too much.” Rubble shakes his head.

“You have no idea how much I am enjoying it.” I smile.

We tie his wrists and feet behind his back then hook him up to the hoist. “Raise him up,” I order.

They crank him up, so he is just above me. I throw some ice-cold water over him to wake him up. He gasps and looks around. “Hi, yeah, so I thought you should go out with a bit of a bang and thought, you know, in many cults or tribes and even in some religions, they sacrifice animals or they have to be blessed as they do it. So, I figured this is something you would definitely want, right? So here goes.

“I don’t bless you. I don’t forgive any of your fucking sins because you're not religious. I hope your body decays, and may the maggots feast on the flesh of your rotting corpse,” I spit, then slice my blade right through him from his chest through to his gut. Blood pours, his guts falling freely to the ground.

“Well, that’s going to be a bitch to clean up,” Rubble says, standing beside me.

“Yeah, but what a way to go.” I sigh. “Come on, let’s head back to the club. I need a drink and my woman.”

“You go, I will stay and clear up,” Rubble states.

“Get a prospect to do it,” I suggest.

He shakes his head. “I’m good, I will catch up with you later. Go be with your woman,” he orders.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Talitha

I feel my hair being swept to the side and soft kisses trail down my neck and back. “Bambi, baby, wake up,” is whispered. I moan and roll over, rubbing my eyes. I open them and see Khan smiling, looking down on me.

I shoot up. “Khan!” I screech, wrapping my arms around him. He laughs.

“What happened? Why were you gone so long?” I notice he winces a little and I lift up his T-shirt and see welts. “Khan.”

He cups my face. “It’s okay, baby, we are all okay,” he reassures.

I cup his face and kiss him. “I didn’t think you were coming back, I thought I had lost you. It’s been nearly three days and no one had heard a word from you.” A sob escapes me as I kiss him. He kisses me softly, caressing my lips as he moves, laying me down on the bed.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to remove his clothes before returning and kissing his way up my body. Leaning on his elbows, he cocoons my head, stroking my face, his eyes fixed on mine, and no words are said. The way he is looking at me right now says it all.

He slowly moves, filling me, and I gasp, letting out a moan. Khan leans down, taking my mouth, nipping my lip between his teeth. He starts moving, rocking his hips slowly and sensually, it’s almost teasing. I lift my hips to meet his, needing that bit more, trying to encourage him to move that little bit faster.

“No, baby. I want you to feel everything I give you, every stroke, every kiss, but most of all, I want you to feel all of my love for you,” he pants. A single tear falls down my cheek and Khan strokes it away, still continuing to make love to me slowly. He trails kisses along my neck and collar bone, lightly biting and licking. I moan, stroking my nails down his back.

“Fuck, I love you. I love how you feel taking my cock, I love the way you look every time I glide in and out of you, but fuck, I love the way you look when you come.” He groans, thrusting his hips forward with a little more force. I moan, arching my back. He circles his hips and thrusts forward again, and I feel my orgasm begin to build. My nails dig into his back and he groans, moving faster.

“Can’t hold back, baby, I need you to come, let me feel you squeeze my cock,” he grits, moving faster, and I feel myself start to tighten.

“Khan, oh God,” I cry out as my orgasm hits, my legs tense as the pleasure ides out through my entire body.

“Fuck, baby,” Khan moans, burying his face in my neck as he fills me.

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