Page 53 of High Stakes

He swallows around me again, the warmth of his tongue and the suction make me see stars. “That’s it. Just like that.” He relaxes his throat so that I slide all the way in, and that’s my undoing. My muscles clench up and my stomach quivers as my orgasm rips through me and I explode on the back of his tongue. Silas swallows what I give him and then lets go, a thin string of milky fluid connecting his lips to my cock.

Fucking fuck, this night.

I’m never going to get my dick to go down at this rate.

I tuck my semi hard cock back into my waistband and help Silas fix his mask before turning to head back to my post. “I’ll make this up to you.”

“Don’t bother. That was fucking hot,” he responds with a chuckle and heads in the opposite direction towards the bar.

I meet back up with Declan at the VIP booth, but it’s empty now. “What’d I miss?”

Declan folds his arms across his chest and I can only imagine the look he’s giving me right now. “They already took her back to his hotel. She went freely. Silas has a tracking chip on her.” He hands me a little screen with a blinking light. “Follow that. Get it done. Bring her home.”

“Aye Aye, Captain.” I salute and weave through the throngs of people. I look down at the screen and watch the blinking dot as it moves down the map. “It’s showtime now, Baby.” I climb on my bike, kick it into gear, and take off in the direction of my blinking dot.

I hearher laugh echoing down the hall as I stalk forward. I tracked them back to the Palace Royal, Cabrera’s main hotel unit. There were five security guards at the entrance on the first floor when I pulled up. I took care of them with five bullets and a silencer. My body stiffens when I hear Emelia’s high pitched moan followed by two sets of feminine giggles.

The fuck is she doing? Commiting murder or having an orgy?

“That’s it. Now, kiss her neck. Just like that.” Cabrera’s voice is husky and deep as he orders the girls around. My stomach twists and I’m two seconds from marching in and shooting him right between his fucking eyes.

“Your turn, Sir,” Emelia says and I know that tone. I can see her in my mind, eyes hooded and lips turned up into a sultry smile. “Do you like it here?” She pauses. “Or here?” My skin feels hot and tight as I stand to the side of the open door, just out of sight.

Forget a bullet between the eyes, I’m going to gut him like a fucking animal.

“How about… Here!” Her voice gets louder, followed by a groan of pain. Two screaming women trip over themselves as they flee the room in nothing but their panties, their clothes gripped tightly to their chests.

“You fucking bitch! Guards!” He shouts and inhales sharply.

I step into the light and take in the scene. Emelia is straddling him on the bed with a small blade sticking out of his neck. Her fingers are covered in blood as she holds it in place. The perfect place, actually. She missed all the major vessels. “Don’t move or she’ll slice through your carotid artery,” I instruct and drop into a chair directly behind her. “They’re dead, by the way. Your guards,” I add, just to make sure he understands that he too, will soon be joining them.

“Did you bring it?” She asks without looking at me.

“Mhmm,” I confirm and drop a syringe into her waiting hand. She uncaps the needle and stabs him in the thigh. He grunts in pain, but doesn’t move a muscle. I watch as the drugs take effect and his body goes limp. Emelia looks back at me with a small smile. “This is all you, Angel, I’m just here for the muscle.”

Several hours later, we’ve got him tied to a chair in the walk-in freezer in the hotel basement. He lets out a pitiful groan and rolls his head to the side. “Come now,” Emelia says and slaps him lightly across the cheek. “As much as I would love to draw this out, I have more important plans tonight.”

I meet her eyes as I let her words really sink in. Seeking revenge for her family has always been her number one priority, but now that it’s here and she’s on the cusp of completing it, she makes us her priority instead. My chest tightens as my heart swells with love for this completely psychotic woman.

“Who the fuck are you?” he coughs and thrashes against his bindings.

“Don’t bother. She knows how to tie a knot,” I say and lean against the wall, watching her circle her prey like a lioness.

“Do you know,” Emelia says in a haughty tone, “What it smells like when someone is burned alive?” She picks up a blow torch and cuts it on, the flame hissing to life. “No? Well I do. It smells like the most sick, twisted barbecue you’ve ever been to. Did you know that roast human smells a lot like roast pig?” She brings the flame down onto his exposed forearms, one at a time.

He screams and writhes as the flesh bubbles and melts under the heat. “See?” She says with a sadistic smile that has me hard and aching in my pants already. “Barbecue. Do you know who I am, Cabrera?” She asks and circles him again. He shakes his head but doesn’t speak. “Does the name Pendleton ring any bells?”

I watch as all the color drains from his face and his eyes search desperately for an escape route.

Poor guy.

He’s absolutely fucked, and I’m wholeheartedly enjoying every single second of it.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She moves to the table and grabs another device before bending down and cutting his pant legs open. My eyes leave her face to figure out what she’s got, and my stomach quivers.

This woman… I want to marry her. Today. Right now. In a pool of crimson blood with the screams of our enemies still echoing off the walls.

She takes the skin grafter and cuts sliver after sliver off his thighs and calves. He screams and thrashes, trying to kick her away, but his ankles are bound to the chair legs. When she stands up, her arms are covered in blood, and she’s gota crimson smear across her left cheek. Her green eyes sparkle brightly as she takes in her work so far.

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