Page 26 of Dance with the Devil

I don’t know who that is. No way he’s going to tell me, and I guess I should be grateful enough that Mickey’s boss seems to have some hard lines he won’t cross. The hired goon can fuck Genevieve’s mouth, but not her pussy, and even after I mutilated him with my teeth, he’s not allowed to kill me. Kick me, slap me with the gun, sure, but shoot me? Not yet, at least.

I have no illusions that that means he’s a good guy. A decent man. He’scagedus, and allowed his hired help to SA a girl enough that she wentmute. That’s what Mickey said. She stopped talking, and now she’s gone, and all that’s left right now are my butterfly and me.

He won’t let his men rape hernow. I’m not deadyet.

That could very easily change.

I won’t forget that, just like I won’t forget that my initial suspicions have been proven correct. Those cameras work, and that means there’s no way of knowing when the faceless boss is watching us—or what he’s learned so far.

“Besides, now you’ll know better. There’s a reason why you’re the one to interact without our guests, Kelly. Back an animal against the wall. Lock him in a cage. Give him a bitch to protect… you’re bound to see him go feral and use his teeth.”

“But mycock?—”

Through the loudspeaker, you can hear the impatience in the man’s sigh. “Do shut up about it. I’ve already sent Baker down with a cup of ice. Grab whatever piece of it’s missing off the floor, and stick it in the ice. There’s a car idling out back. My personal surgeon will fix you up.” He pauses a moment. “Can’t guarantee that you’ll get all the feeling in the tip back, but at least it’s something. Now put that stump away. You don’t want it flapping about when you move through the facility, do you?”

He shakes his head, cheeks hollowing as he clenches his teeth, biting back his pain.

My face is on fire, but I’m just as stubborn. I won’t let him see that I’m hurt, either. I’ll survive it. I’d kill for some of that ice the other man mentioned, but I can make do without it.

Mickey? Good luck with that reattachment surgery, motherfucker.

He’s obviously thinking along the same lines as me. Still holding his bloody cock, trying to tuck it beneath his ruined boxers, Mickey starts searching the floor for the piece of dick I spat out.

I see it. It looks as much as a piece of hot dog as I thought it felt like in my mouth, and I have half a mind to fling it beneath our cot to make it even more trouble to find. Too bad that he scoops it up, giving me one last murderous look as theten minutes finally go off, the door sliding open behind him right as Noah comes clomping down the stairs, wearing a befuddled expression and holding a red Solo cup full of ice.

“Mick?”

“No one word, Noah,” he grits out, limping out of the cage before dropping the trip of his cock into the cup. “Not one fucking word.”

Noah clamps his mouth shut. And once the two men are gone, disappearing down the hall, I realize he’s not the only who’s gone quiet.

The man in charge of our imprisonment is silent—and so is Genevieve.

TEN

SNOWFLAKE

GENEVIEVE

I… I didn’t know that was possible.

I think about sticking a finger between my teeth and biting down. It’ll hurt, and I’ll probably leave teeth marks in the skin and white marks on my nail, but I don’t think I’m strong enough to, like, bite off the tip.

Is it because that creep was already hard when he came down here, expecting me to suck his cock? It all happened so fast. The fear that he might actually do it, the terror that Cross might have to watch me do it, and just how quickly Cross offered to take my place.

I tried to tell him that he didn’t have to. To be honest, I didn’t think Mickey would actuallywantCross to do it instead of me, but both men surprised me as Cross dropped to his knees and that prick of guard held his erection out to Cross.

For a split second, all I could think was how fucking stupid I am. I’ve been best friends with Christopher since we wereeight. I was there when he liked girls, I was there when he liked boys, and I was there when he decided he liked both. When Cross told me that he didn’t do relationships, that we could be justfriends, it never even dawned on me that he was probably so uncomfortable by my obvious attraction to him, he came up with an excuse so I’d stop coming onto him.

I don’t know why he just didn’t tell me he was gay!

I mean, I would’ve been disappointed, sure, but only because I never had a chance with him if he batted for the other team. I still liked him. I’m still in awe of his talent. I already decided that, if friends were all we could be, I could use another one. It brings my grand total to, like,threeif I count my sister-in-law, but that works, right?

And then, just as Cross took Mickey’s cock into his mouth, his jaw moved and, holy shit, I had no idea you could bite off the tip of someone’s dick like that.

Mickey almost killed him. If it wasn’t for that booming voice making him stop, he would have. I have no doubt in my mind that he would’ve, or that Cross was expecting that.

Only he didn’t, and now it’s just the two of us again, and by the time I break out of my admittedly stunned stupor, he’s rubbing his battered cheek with one hand, using the other to cup water from the faucet and sip it.

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