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Ronan is snickering as Aiden turns back to me with a frown. “Fuck, marry me, binneas.”

Aiden flicks a look at Ronan before focusing on me again. “Ya know, I think he was gonna go gentle on ya, rós beag. But ya cut that tether and ya only have yaself to blame for what he does to ya.”

I roll my eyes at him, silly men. “A little knife play won’t break me. I’m pretty sure there is nothing you can do to me that I won’t like. You think I steal from people for the money? I have a very successful company and more money than I know what to do with. I do it for the thrill, the adrenaline. You might have better luck fucking it out of me.”

Aiden chuckles, a dark undercurrent in his amusement. "Thrill-seeker, are we? Well, my dear, we might just have the perfect thrill for you tonight."

Ronan, still grinning, holsters the gun, and Declan saunters closer again, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and something darker. He tilts my chin up with his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Ya got our attention, Scarlette. Now, let's make dis interesting for everyone involved."

I scoff, maintaining a defiant front despite the unsettling tension in the room. "Interesting? You're the ones holding me captive, and you think this is some twisted game."

Declan smirks, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Ya quick, I'll give ya that. But ya not in control here. And, as much as ya might enjoy it, not everything is bout pleasure, a stór."

I watch him warily, not entirely sure what game they're playing. The air is charged, and it's now becoming clear that these men seem to revel in a darkness I was familiar with.

Aiden turns his attention to Declan. "Find another way to get da information we need, Declan. We wouldn'a want to damage our prize too quickly."

Ronan laughs, his eyes still locked on me. "Besides, we've barely begun to unwrap our gift."

As the three men exchange glances, I can't shake the feeling that I'm a pawn in a dangerous game, and the rules are anything but clear.

Declan moves with a controlled intensity, grabbing my arm and pulling me up from the chair. His grip tightens, fingers pressing into my skin, and he wraps his hand around my throat again, asserting dominance. I meet his gaze defiantly, refusing to let fear show.

"Ya want a thrill, a stór? Ya about to get one." he growls, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "I'll get the name from ya, one way or another. Are ya ready for what be about to happen?"

I lock eyes with him, a challenging smirk playing on my lips. "Give me your worst."

Without a word, Declan rips my dress apart using the strategically placed gaps, exposing the bare curves of my body. The fabric tears with a sound that echoes through the room, leaving me in tatters.

He forces me down to my knees, a hand gripping the strands of my hair in a fist tight enough to make my eyes water. I keep my gaze steady, determined not to show any vulnerability.

Aiden and Ronan watch with predatory interest, the air thick with anticipation. I can sense their arousal, the thrill of control over me heightening the tension in the room.

Declan digs the fingers of his other hand into the skin of my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. "Ya migh' not enjoy this as much as ya think." Then he spits into my mouth.

Chapter 13

Scarlette

The taste of him hits my senses and drags me back to the heated kiss we shared in the elevator. I slowly curl my tongue around the spit in my mouth and swallow, showing him after that it’s gone.

He groans but in the time he stepped away, he regained some of his control. Letting me go, his hands go to the belt in his pants and for a moment, I think I’m finally going to get a taste of his cock, but instead he pulls the belt off completely. Then he wraps it around my throat and does it up.

The leather belt tightens around my throat, and I find myself gasping for breath. My hands instinctively reach up to grasp at the belt, feeling the pressure intensify with each passing second. Declan watches with a predatory gleam in his eyes, a twisted satisfaction evident in the way he exerts control over me.

Aiden and Ronan move to lounge in the seats but remain silent spectators, their eyes fixated on the unfolding scene. The room is suffused with a charged energy, a blend of arousal and menace.

“I’m going to take ya advice, gadaí beag. We will fuck that information out of ya. But first, how bout a game of Russian roulette?” He shoves me backwards and sends me sprawling onto the tiled floor. I try to arch my back away from the coldness of the tiles, but then Declan is there pressing a hand down on my chest as he pulls the belt to the side and holds it tight.

Ronan appears between my sprawled legs, pushing them further apart and leaning over my body. “I did warn ya, binneas.” Then he’s pressing the cold metal of the gun barrel into my open, gasping mouth. I whimper slightly as he pushes it in far enough that it hits my throat. “Lick and suck like it’s one of our cocks. And trust me, binneas, ya wanna do a good job of getting it all wet.”

The taste of metal fills my mouth as Ronan pushes the gun barrel deeper. I can feel the cold steel against my tongue, and the weight of the weapon triggers a slight surge of fear. My breath catches in my throat, not only from the pressure of the gun but also from the constriction of the belt around my neck.

I resist the urge to gag as I hesitantly comply, my tongue swirling around the cold metal. As my tongue traces the contours of the gun, I can't shake the unsettling feeling that I'm descending into a darkness from which there may be no escape.

After only a few seconds, Ronan is pulling the gun back out of my mouth, holding it to the side but still in my eyeline. Declan loosens the belt just enough that I’m not struggling to breathe.

“Who is the buyer, Scarlette?” Declan growls once more.

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