Page 36 of Save Me

“Oh, don’t worry, sunshine,” Argent interrupts, his laughter echoing through the room. “We’ll deal withhim too.” Argent then shifts his gaze to me. “Go on, little star. Make him pay.”

Inhaling a deep breath, I lower myself behind Zavier, feeling the cold, damp floor beneath me. With shaky hands, I grasp one of his, the rough texture of his skin sending shivers down my spine.

He tries pulling away, but the tight restraint around his wrists barely lets him move, the sound of strained leather creaking in protest.

I briefly shut my eyes, the darkness of the basement enveloping me, as painful memories come flooding back. Without hesitating, I slice through his index finger, the sound of flesh being torn filling the air. It falls to the ground between my knees, a sickening thud echoing in the room.

A blood-curdling scream erupts from his chest, piercing the silence, as blood starts gushing out of his severed finger, splattering on the floor. The metallic smell of his blood fills my nostrils, triggering more rage to engulf me, my heart pounding in my chest.

Before I can think, I start mercilessly slicing at each of his fingers, the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone.

With each sickening thud, his fingers fall to the ground, leaving a trail of crimson stains. All I can think of is all the vile and heartless things these hands have caused.

Rising to my feet, I lock eyes with Argent, sensing the struggle he’s barely containing. His gaze holds a mix of fascination and desire.

Standing up from his chair, he takes quick breaths, his arousal visibly evident by the hard bulge constricting his pants.

“Then...” he starts, slowly advancing towards me until he stops behind me, his hand wrapping around mine, gripping the knife.

“I impaled him right here,” he whispers in my ear, guiding my hand to press the blade against Zavier’s throat while yanking his head back by his hair.

“P-please—” Zavier tries to plead, but I silence him. “Go to hell.” With Argent’s guidance, I thrust the blade into his throat, the sickening gurgling of blood filling the room. Blood splatters on my face as we drag the blade downward, but I pause, overwhelmed by the gruesome sight before me.

“Keep going, little star. You’re doing so good,” Argent murmurs, his lips grazing my ear. Closing my eyes tightly, I continue dragging the blade down Zavier’s chest, feeling shivers course through my body as the blade scrapes against bone.

Opening my eyes, I witness the blade embedded in his stomach, blood pooling around us. I quickly release the handle, stepping back, only to collide with Argent’s chest. He releases Zavier’s hair, and his head slumps forward.

He’s dead. I killed him.

I fucking killed him.

After everything this piece of shit has put me through, he finally got what he deserved.

I knew that what I had done was wrong, that it went against everything that I believed in. But I couldn't help it. I had to make Zavier pay. I had to take my revenge.

“How do you feel?” Argent suddenly asks, snapping me out of my daze. Slowly turning to face him, I gaze up at him, both of us drenched in Zavier’s blood. “Good,” I mutter, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

The heat in his eyes intensifies, causing a surge of sensation within me. It’s the look of a predator fixated on its prey.

Without warning, he crashes his lips onto mine, his tongue immediately invading my mouth, eliciting a strained moan as he devours me.

He breaks the kiss and spins me around. My fingers instinctively grip the worn chair, its wood cool against my palms, where Zavier’s corpse still sits as Argent’s hands roam eagerly over my trembling body.

With a firm grasp on the waistband of my jeans, he forcefully tugs them down my quivering legs. “From now on, this place will forever remind you of me. Not Zavier, not the heartache, not the pain…me,” he whispers breathlessly, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

Before I can fully process his words, he pulls my underwear to the side and thrusts into me with a relentless urgency. The chair becomes my anchor as I tightly hold on, unable to contain a loud moan that escapes my lips.

There is no time to adjust as he relentlessly slams into me, leaving me gasping for air. Gripping the nape ofmy neck with a bruising intensity, he drives deeper, the pain mingling with pleasure.

The room reverberates with the aggressive slapping of our skin and the symphony of our moans echoing off the walls as he claims me over the lifeless body of the man who caused us so much anguish.

My legs begin to tremble, weakened by the overwhelming warmth coursing through my body. With a few final forceful thrusts, we both tip over the edge. An orgasm crashes over me, shattering my senses, and I am momentarily blinded by a shower of stars.

As we both come down from our highs, he pulls out of me making me wince at the sudden loss of contact. He swiftly spins me back around, his sweat-drenched skin glistening in the dim light, along with trails of dried-up blood.

His chest heaves as he breathlessly gazes into my eyes, his hand tenderly caressing my cheek. In a gentle motion, he leans down, capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. “I love you, my little star,” he murmurs against my lips.

Those words.

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