Page 12 of Brutal Surrender

“None of your damn business.”

I turn off the oscillator.

“Just some boy from school,” she answers.

“He pop your anal cherry too or did daddy do that one for you?”

“No one did, you sick fucking bastard.”

I’m getting under her skin, and it seems to energize her, giving her a second wind. I could slap her back down. Let Cho and Reggie waterboard her ad nauseum, but the scent of her arousal has gotten stronger. I feel unsettled, as if I’m the one being denied the beautiful vibrations of the oscillator.

Deciding I want to see her come, I use the oscillator to draw circles on her clit. “I’ll take that as a compliment, pet. I like how angry you get for me.”

Her frown deepens as she realizes there’s no winning with me. Messing with her is so much fucking fun. I uncover her face to look into her eyes. “Tell me how much you hate me.”

“I hate you like nothing else,” she says with unwavering conviction.

“But you like coming for me anyway.”

With my free hand, I cup a breast. It’s a nice size. Not too small, not too large. Though it doesn’t really matter to me. Irene was petite and had a small chest, but she was perfection.

But with Ramona’s tits, there’s a lot I can do with them.

“So you can’t hate me all that much,” I conclude provokingly.

She calls me out. “And I thought you were smart. If I weren’t an omega, there’s no way in hell I’d ever come for you.”

I let the oscillator drift over the plentiful nerves of her urethral opening. She shivers and whimpers.

“I don’t know about that,” I counter.

“The fact that I tried to kill you doesn’t clue you in on how I really feel about you? ‘Hate’ isn’t a strong enough word.”

“Why is that? What exactly did I do to you? Did you want a date and I turned you down?”

I know it’s nothing like that. She’s too lucid to be so emotional that she’d attempt to assassinate me over something so trivial. I just like to get under her skin.

She gives a sarcastic grunt.

“Is it because I killed your hubby or boyfriend?” I ask.

She doesn’t respond.

“Fiancé? I know. The most special man in your life. Daddy.”

She stiffens. And it’s not the stiffening of her body trying to force back an impending orgasm. I had long suspected that she blames me for the death of at least one loved one. But Esen, my head of security, hasn’t been able to connect her with any of our body counts.

I lean toward her ear and say softly, “I had Daddy killed.”

She stifles a croak. Her chest heaves. Her nose has been running off and on throughout the waterboarding, and her sniffling grows louder.

Suddenly she sounds like a whimpering little girl to me.

Fuck. I’m such an asshole.

First I kill her father. Then I use the memory of her father in the most disgusting way.

I get her hate. I get her desire for revenge. If I were in her shoes, I would’ve done the same.

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