Page 90 of Meet Me In The Dark

With that, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth, wrapped it around his disgusting penis.

“Oh, you bitch, your mouth still feels so?—”

And then he screamed as she bit down, and down, and down. Not releasing him as he screamed and tried to hit her, accidentally releasing the handle of his cane and the sheathed knife as he collapsed on the floor. Down, down, down, in slow motion, and still she didn’t release him, even as blood spilled out of his penis and into her mouth. She held on, teeth clenched around him, and shook her head back and forth like a rabid dog, until with an unholy tearing sound, his penis detached from the rest of his body and he collapsed to the ground with an even unholier scream.

The room exploded into chaos, the two guards in the room seemingly unsure if they should help their boss somehow or start shooting. And Kara stirred the chaos more, rising to her feet and spitting Chris’s detached, bleeding, lifeless dick right into the closest guard’s face.

The guard yelled in surprise, dropping his gun to the floor as he batted the appendage away. The gun hit the ground and went off.

“Kara!” Her men yelled, almost in synchrony.

“Duck!” she yelled back, spitting more blood out of her mouth.

Fuck, that was disgusting. Satisfying, but disgusting.

The guard recovered and reached for the gun. She reached faster. Grabbing it, she shot him in the chest. With a scream, he dropped to the ground, directly on top of the still alive and shrieking professor.

Before the other guard—the one who had taunted her with “tick tock”—could raise his rifle against her, Kara trained her gun on him.

“You have two choices,” she told him. “Drop your rifle, put up your hands, and I’ll let you go, or try to shoot me and die. In case you can’t tell, I’m a good shot.” She tilted her head toward Luke. “He taught me.”

“Okay, okay,” the single standing guard said. He dropped the rifle and kicked it across the floor toward her, raising his hands. “I?—”

He never got a chance to finish his sentence before she pulled the trigger and shot him right in the forehead.

He fell backwards, dead.

“Tick tock, asshole,” she muttered.

“Kara? Sweetheart?” Luke asked from her right side, pulling her out of her bloody satisfaction.

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

Ignoring the now whimpering Chris, she located the knife by his side. Removing it from its sheath, she ran behind Luke and quickly put the gun and rifle on the floor where Chris couldn’t reach them, before sawing at the zip tie around Luke’s wrists, avoiding his skin.

“Sweetheart,” he said again.

“Got it.” With one final cut, the zip tie split and his arms were free. His left one, broken, hung limply at his side. The other was cut up around the wrist from the multiple timeshe’d tried to break them, but otherwise, miraculously, he looked no worse for wear.

Bending down, he grabbed the handgun with his good hand.

Kara ran over to Micah, making quicker work of his zip tie.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he told her.

His approval filled her with pride, but it had nothing on the satisfaction she felt when she glanced out of the corner of her eye and spotted Chris’s dick on the floor.

“Thank you for trusting me,” she told him as she cut her lover free.

There was a gun shot. Kara jumped, only to see Luke clicking the safety back on the gun and Conor lifting his arm away from the wall. The reinforced steel shackle was still around his wrist, but the chains were no longer attached to the wall. He stood, stretching his back, before grabbing up the rifle.

“Am I your bad girl, or your good girl right now?” Kara asked him, so relieved to see them all free, she almost felt giddy.

“Both,” he said easily.

“And do you want to punish me or kiss me?” she asked Luke.

“Both,” he repeated.

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