Page 66 of Vicious Little Games

“I think Dante would care that you asked his daughter a question about her tits.”

“My dress was a little snug, that's all,” Cass huffs. “It's not a big deal. I gained weight before the wedding.”

“Why? Depressed that Lochlan didn't want you?” Eli asks her.

“I could've had him if I wanted,” she replies.

“Oh, yeah? Cocky. I like it,” the man says with a smirk.

“Could we please get back to the torture and murder?” I grumble at the two of them before Eli whips his dick out and Cass gets on her knees.

21

Cass

To kill a man, or not to kill him, that is the question.

And I have to come up with the answer.

Of course, I know Gavin needs to die. That’s what my father expects, and what he would do himself. But knowing you need to do something and actually doing it are two very different things.

Over the past few weeks, ever since Cole arrived, I’ve changed. The old Cass would’ve already jumped on Gavin’s back and choked the life out of him.

The cocky blond asshole has made me go soft.

Tomorrow. I’ll kill Gavin tomorrow.

I just need to give myself a day to convince myself to go through with it. After all, Daddy said we had twenty-four hours to decide.

“I want to sleep on it,” I announce to Cole and Eli. “Unless you’re ready to make a decision now?” I ask my stepbrother.

“Nah. I can sleep on it too,” he agrees. “So, we’ll just leave him hanging here?”

He’s right. We’re supposed to torture him, punish him before making the final decision.

Walking over to the beautiful, naked man, I look up at him since he’s hanging high enough that his feet won’t ever touch the floor, putting his cock nearly at mouth level. After what Eli said about edging him, I figure that’s the reason behind this particular position.

I run my fingernails over his defined six-pack abs, lower to his thighs, leaving red lines behind before following the same path all over again. Gavin remains still the entire time, watching me, waiting. I’m not even sure if he’s breathing.

I have to admit that I do like having a man at my complete mercy. It doesn’t take long to see that Gavin, despite his terror for his possible looming death, likes what I’m doing too.

“Nice dick,” I tell him honestly as his long shaft swells. He’s not as big and thick as Cole, but it’s still pretty perfect, just like the rest of him.

“Y-you can do anything you want with it,” he replies. “I’ll fuck you so good. And my tongue. I have an amazing tongue. Make me your sex slave and I’ll eat your pussy all day, every day, Cassie.”

“It’s just Cass,” I inform him as I run my index finger along the underside of his hardening shaft, hating how he picked up Cole’s stupid nickname so fast. “What about your balls, Gavin? Can I do anything I want to them too?”

Before he can answer, I grab them and twist, making him shriek and flail in his restraints.

“Just because I’m a woman, doesn’t mean I’m soft,” I tell him over his screeching. “My father wants you dead, so there’s nothing that will save you now. Especially not your dick or tongue, you pretty fucking manwhore.”

I dig my fingernails in his sac to add a little more pain before finally letting him go.

When I walk back over to Cole he straightens his spine, and Eli jumps down from his seat on the work bench. Cole says, “That was terrifying,” at the same time Eli mutters, “That was so damn hot.”

“I want to sleep on it,” I announce. “What about you?”

“I, yeah, I’ll sleep on it too,” Cole agrees.

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