Page 15 of Wicked Vengeance

Her surprised, shrill scream rips through the room, followed by a struggle. I can hear her stupid heels as they scrape along the floor.

“Lock her up.” King finally speaks, sending another jolt of fear down my spine like lightning, but I don’t let it show.

Tipping my chin up, I scoot my ass until I’m sitting in the most confident position I can muster while I’m strung up like a marionette doll. The slamming door closes off Ava’s annoying protests. A smile tries to creep over my lips at the thought of her in the same position she put me in. She sacrificed me– and my daughter– to save her own ass.

I hope her experience is as pleasant as mine was.

I feel the moment his eyes are back on me, smothering my almost smile. It feels like I’ve been plunged head-first into an ice bath. As he nears me, his shoes tap against the hard floor in slow, methodical steps. Then he’s circling me like a predator when they’ve finally got their prey trapped right where they want them.

You’re right where I want you, too, motherfucker.

I don’t move a muscle when his finger trails over my cheek, laced with deceptive affection. Unfortunately, his brand of affection is burned into my deeply buried memories. And when his hands move to my hair, I remember just what follows his gentle touches. My head snaps back, tipping my chin to the ceiling as his hot breath skims my cheek. His tongue slides up my face, leaving a wet trail of his saliva in its path.

“Your fear tastes like desperation on my tongue. Are you scared?”

How will your blood taste when it coats my tongue?

His grip loosens when I don’t respond. He starts undoing the blindfold, letting my head relax back into a normal position. I’d rather be robbed of my sight than to see his face again.

I’m not Raena in this room.

“Did you think you were safe, Little Wolf?” He taunts me as the blindfold falls from my face.

Letting the deranged, emotionless feeling wash over me, I prepare to look the Monster in the eye.

And when he grabs my chin to meet his obsidian eyes… The Hunter stares back at him.

“Do you think you're safe now, King?”

Chapter 11

King

Ihave to hand it to Ava. I didn’t think she would be able to pull it off. When I sent her in, I thought for sure she’d end up running off like last time…or dead. I mean, the bitch is going to die either way, but I can give credit where it’s due. She delivered my Little Wolf back to me, wrapped up nicely in a neat little bow. Maybe I’ll give her a good death and let her die on the end of a cock.

Not mine, though. My men can show her a good time– before her time runs out. The traitorous bitch knows she loves cock almost as much as she loves her drugs.

No. My cock seems to only respond to a certain little redhead that’s sitting pretty for me, tied to this chair. Gone are the long blonde locks that adorned her the last time she was with me– the red suits her better now. Her tears have always been my own type of drug. Coating my tongue and slipping into my veins like heroin would for an addict.

When I let the blindfold drop from her face, I expect to see those tears I’ve been longing for, but much to my disappointment, that’s not what greets me. The cold, calculating gaze my Little Wolf shoots at me goes straight to my dick. The smart remark and smirk she wields like a dagger has me adjusting myself in my pants.

“Oh, Little Wolf. I’m going to enjoy every second of fucking this attitude right out of you. Watching you shatter like glass on my cock– just like old times.”

Her smirk deepens, and I know she’s about to spew something I’m not going to like. So when her mouth opens to do just that, I shove my fingers to the back of her throat, expecting her to gag and struggle against me like she used to. But she’s just full of fucking surprises. Her throat relaxes around my fingers, and her tongue slides out as she widens her mouth at the intrusion.

This won’t do.

The need to break her spirit– to mold her back into my compliant little pet consumes me. Hooking my fingers on each side of her teeth, I jerk her jaw down and spit on her waiting tongue.

No reaction.

Fury blankets my vision as she doesn’t even attempt to close her mouth or show her disgust. Ripping my fingers from her hot mouth, I grip her throat with one hand while the other goes to the nape of her neck, jerking her head back by her hair.

Her green eyes hold no emotion, staring back at me with her mouth still wide open and my spit sitting on her tongue.

“Looks like you’ve forgotten who your master is. And you’ve been a puppet without a master for far too long. Let’s see if your memory improves when I let my men take turns stuffing your tight little holes.”

Her gaze hardens for a second before she closes her mouth. I think she’s finally remembering who the fuck I am. My spit and hers hit me in the face before I can even anticipate the little bitch’s move. I don’t even bother wiping it off as my fingers tighten around her throat.

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