Page 32 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I picked up one of the many knives off the tray and stalked toward him.

“No, baby,” Ritchie said, stepping into my path.

“Remember, I’m teaching you the art of torture. There are levels to this.” His big, gloved hand captured my jaw.

“Just a minute,” he urged.

“Ok,” I sighed.

My tongue slicked across my lower lip, and I felt my pussy clench. Fuck, I wanted this man to whisk me off to our room and fuck me long and hard.

Ritchie crushed my lips. “Shit, I need to focus,” he muttered against my mouth.

He inched over to the table. “Let’s get started. First thing you need to know is what each knife is used for. Each will give you a different result.”

“You’re teaching your bitch how to torture,” Rosco laughed.

Ritchie’s nostrils flared as he picked up a knife. He whirled around and sliced Rosco’s arm in a downward motion.

Rosco yelped.

“See, that knife will deliver minimal damage. But he’ll feel that stinging sensation the entire time we torture him.” Ritchie flashed a cocky grin as he walked toward me.

“Your turn. Slash his other arm,” he ordered.

I did as I was told. The second my knife sliced through his skin, I felt like I’d taken back some of my power.

“That was for hitting me in the face,” I growled.

Using my less dominant arm, I sliced the blade through the air with force. “Why would you tell me you wanted me one minute, then beat up my best friend and me? We did nothing to deserve that,” I shouted.

Chest heaving, I looked into my best friend's intense stare.

She stepped closer, picking up a knife from the table. “It's true; you attacked us like cowards.” A smirk formed at the corners of her mouth.

“Now we’re getting our licks back.”

I burst into laughter. “Shall we, Simone?”

“We shall, Tori.”

Simone swung her blade in an X motion until his bloody flesh was exposed.

His cries went unnoticed. All I could think about was the way his heavy fist felt on my face. How Simone and I were tossed on the floor of the truck like trash and had to remain in that position for hours.

Strong hands gripped my wrist. “Baby, are you with me?”

Did I black out? Maybe I did. I guess my mind was filled with rage.

“Yes.” I backed my body into Ritchie’s. My big, strong man. I never felt so protected in all my life.

“Ladies, have a seat,” Ritchie ordered.

Simone and I strolled over to the plastic covered chairs near the door. I smirked at Bianca, Asia, Catch, Rémy, Romeo, and Ezra.

Ezra’s jaw twitched as his eyes remained on Rosco. I knew he was ready for his pound of flesh.

“We brought water,” Bianca said, as she and Asia inched closer.

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