Page 45 of Wicked Vengeance

“He really fucking does.” My breathy voice sets fire back in Maddox’s eyes, bringing my attention back to the six-foot-something tattooed man in front of me– and his own ‘big pierced dick energy’ he’s swinging around.

I reach for the hem of my tank top instantly, but he puts his hand on my arm to stop me. “No. He doesn’t get to see you like that– ever again. And I’m not ready to pluck his eyeballs out just yet, so do me a favor and keep that body for my eyes only just a little longer,” he says as he swipes the blood down my arms and over my neck and chest that’s visible.

I can’t argue with his logic. As much as I want to roll around naked with this stunningly psychotic man, I’d prefer not to give this piece of shit a free show.

“You’re right,” I whisper, capturing his blazing gaze and returning it tenfold, letting him see the fire as it consumes me from the inside out. It burns hotter and brighter between us with every swipe of his bloody hand on my exposed skin.

Jackson’s cries are barely audible to me as I focus all of my energy on the beautiful man in front of me– Maddox– my feral little psycho. His depravity meets my darkness, swirling around us, igniting the embers of the fire burning deep within us. He doesn’t shy away from the darkest parts of my soul, etched by the monsters who tried to destroy me.

The monster they created demands blood.

Revenge.

Vengeance.

Maddox continues to coat my skin in the warm blood from Jackson’s back. Every touch zings through me like lightning in a summer storm, electrifying my body and shooting straight to my core. My eyes roam his body, chiseled to perfection and covered in ink. It’s hard to make out the designs with the blood coating just about every inch, but he looks like the stuff nightmares are made of. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.

In my nightmares, he’s the psycho that stalks in and helps me slay the real monsters, bathing me in their blood and fucking me in it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize how fucked up that is, but I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. I want this man to do his worst to me and make me beg for it. Even more, I want to unleash all of my own depraved cravings and make him beg for more.

“You look stunning, my Bloody Queen,” Maddox whispers, tilting my chin up and staring down at me when he finishes. He makes me want to end Jackson now so that I can climb him like a goddamn tree in this run-down shed, but I’ve waited too long to kill this motherfucker to waste the gift he’s given me. “What now?”

“Now,” I say, clearing the overwhelming lust and desire from my throat. “Now, we get answers.”

“Your wish is my command.” Maddox takes my hand, pulling me to the wooden shelves I picked up the dagger from. Tossing the bloody blade back on the shelf, he runs his hand over all of his playthings. “Pick your poison, Pretty Girl.”

Excitement courses through my veins, mixing with the adrenaline and arousal. A smile graces my lips as I look through the various tools and blades available. “I’ve only ever used my dagger,” I confess. I haven’t needed to use extended torture in my line of work, but I’m excited to learn from the master. “I don’t know what all of this stuff is used for. Want to teach me?”

“It would be my pleasure.” The devilish grin he gives me makes my knees weak, but I shove down the impending desire for now. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.

Maddox picks up a black handled rod, a little over a foot long. The tip tappers down slightly from the handle with two little metal prongs on the end. I have no idea what it does, but my curiosity is piqued. He grabs my hand, pulling me back to Jackson. Grabbing a chair on the way, Maddox places it in the middle of the small room, then guides me to sit before he turns to the asshole of the hour. The pathetic whimpering has stopped as he hangs limply from the beams– he must have passed out again.

Maddox places the pronged end of the rod on Jackson’s side, getting an immediate visceral reaction. Electricity shoots through the bastard, making him jolt away, his body involuntarily jerking in his restraints. Maddox rips out the gag in his mouth, filling the room with the beautiful screams of pain and despair.

“Welcome back, Jackie boy. Did you miss me?”

Chapter 32

Maddox

Jackson jerks from his hanging position, pulling the chains taut against the beams. Blood streams down his wrist, the metal biting into his skin– though I’m sure he lost feeling in his upper extremities a long time ago. Raena and I have been at this for about an hour already– shocking his mutilated body, cutting him like he cut her– over and over, to no avail.

He hasn’t said a fucking word.

I could use the threat of hurting his mother again, but I hate using the same method twice. I can break him. I know I can. I have to. For my queen. She sits right behind me, watching with bated breath, waiting for the asshole of her nightmares to give us something useful. I can see the patience wearing thin on her face. If I don’t get some results soon, she’s going to lose it and kill him. Then we’ll be back to square one, and I can’t let that happen.

“I’m trying to help you out, Jackie. All of this stops when you tell us what we want to know. If you don’t, I’m going to have to let my girl loose on you, and trust me, she makes me look like a walk in the park.”

“Let the whore have her turn. I have nothing to say to you.” Spittle flies from his mouth as he spews his venom at my queen, all but signing his death warrant. Blackness blurs my vision as I press the cattle prod to his skinned ball sack. His high-pitch shrill fills the space as I apply more pressure than necessary, grinding the prongs into his mangled flesh in anger. He’ll probably pass out again, but that’s okay. It’s probably for the best anyway.

If I don’t get myself under control, I’ll kill him myself before we get the information we need. There’s a deadly calmness that washes over me when I lose control. On the outside, I might look feral or unhinged, but on the inside, there’s this sort of peace that fills me when I give in to the darkness– nothing and no one can touch me there.

Except her.

My queen.

Her hand on my shoulder grounds me, and like waves crashing against a shore, the swell of the chaos pulls back, bringing me back to reality. “Maddie,” Raena’s soft voice breaks like distorted sound waves for a moment before they restore to normal as well. “Come back, Maddie.”

Blinking rapidly, Raena’s face comes into view as she wraps her delicate fingers around the handle of the prod around mine, pulling us both away from Jackson. Looking around in a daze, the first thing I notice is he’s passed out like I predicted– the second thing… is why.

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