Page 25 of Sin Bin Bully

Anger flashes in her eyes. “Of your whores.”

I snort, laughing harder than I have in a while. “Why? Are you jealous?”

She scrunches up her nose in disgust. “Absolutely not.”

“You seem pretty jealous to me.”

I can see her clench her jaw. “Why would I be jealous?”

I shrug. “You tell me.”

“I’m not.”

We stare at each other for a minute. She’s obviously waiting for me to say something, but I don’t.

“So why can’t I leave if I’m done eating?”

I gesture to the boxes on the table. “Because you have yet to open your gifts.”

She doesn’t even look at the boxes, just shakes her head. “I’m not opening anything.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You know, I’ll only put up with this for so much longer.”

“Ooo, I’m scared,” she mocks.

Keeping my eyes on her, I slowly rise from my seat. I’m at the head of the table, and she’s just around the corner from me at the first spot. I walk two steps, closing the distance between us.

“Say it again.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, but no words come out of her mouth. I stare at her pretty little throat, my hand inching its way towards it.

Her dark, smooth skin is warm under my hand as I close it around her neck. Her eyes widen slightly, and she holds her breath.

My hand tightens, making Kim gasp. She lifts a hand, but I grab it with my free one.

“Don’t.”

When I let go, she puts it back in her lap. I tighten my hand as much as I can, choking the remaining air out of her. She attempts to gasp again, but it comes out as more of a rasp.

She is mine. Mine to break. Mine to mold. And she will fucking learn that.

“Stand up,” I instruct her.

She obeys almost immediately, but I keep my hand around her neck. As soon as she’s on her feet, I grab her arm and slam her into the wall next to the table.

I say nothing, only focused on the look in her eyes. It’s exactly what I want- fear, with a mix of something else. Something that mirrors the same need I feel.

“Please,” she manages to choke out. It comes out as barely a whisper, but it tells me that she’s getting desperate.

Her shoulders shake, and her feet shuffle underneath her. Those pretty brown eyes are practically bulging out of her head now.

She tries to speak again but I shove her head back into the wall, not too hard but enough to let her know that I don’t threaten lightly. She needs to learn. I would never let anyone hurt her, but me…Well, I can do whatever I want.

Leaning in, I bring my mouth to her ear. “In the end, this is exactly what you want. My hand around your throat, my life in your hands. You know it, and I know it.”

When I pull away, the look in her eyes has changed. There’s more desperation there, more frustration.

Finally, I let go of her throat. Her hands fly to her neck as she gasps and coughs. I wait for her to calm down before gesturing to the table again.

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