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I do just that. Quivering, shaking and pulsing, I squeeze his cock inside me.

“Taking notes down there, dickhead?” he asksstink breathwho is clearly not enjoying this.

Turning around, I kneel before Elias and take him into my mouth, pushing myself deep until I can’t anymore. I make a point to exaggerate my choking because I never did that withstink breathwhen he would force himself on me.

“Fuck.” Elias hisses as he thrusts deeper, holding my head in place. “Your throat is my second favourite hole.”

He doesn't let me breathe as he continues to stick himself further until I gag, and he yanks himself out. My ragged breaths make him smirk as I blink, the water build up in my eyes nowsliding down my cheeks, no doubt leaving a mess of mascara behind.

“So fucking pretty.” He slaps my face lightly, jerking himself off with his other hand.

“On my face. I want it on my mouth.”

I watch him rub the tip of his cock, his eyes never leaving mine as he reaches his climax, the hot spurts of his come now all over my face and lips.

I could have gone about this a different way. I could have shot everyone in this disgusting place without leaving a trace of evidence but where is the fun in that? Why should I end it so quickly for them when they had no mercy for me?

No. Even in a body bag, I want to make him suffer and rethink everything he’s ever done; to make him realise he deserves all of this.

Turning, I smile atstink breathand lean over to place my lips on his.

Elias cackles manically asstink breathtries his best to wipe away the come from his lips.

“A goodbye gift,” I say, gathering the come on my face with one hand and forcing his mouth open with the other, but he fights me, his jaw snapping as he tries to bite me.

Elias laughs at his pathetic attempt and holds his jaw open so I can slide my fingers into his mouth. “Delicious.” I pat his cheek when I’m done.

“Now...” Standing, I put my clothes back on.

When I look back, Elias already has pliers in his hand. “I’ve never crafted jewellery before...” Placing the pliers on one ofstink breath’smolars, he pulls and gurgled screams echo through the near empty warehouse.

Chapter Eleven

Elias Cross

Apinch of salt. That’s what I forgot. It’s fine though because the broth tastes great. I cannot wait for her to taste it; I just know she’s going to have seconds. Stirring the broth, I take in the delicious scent and almost hit my head on the rangehood when she enters the room.

“I think I’m going to die,” she whines, my hoodie sitting just above her knees as she wipes her nose.

“Soup is almost ready. I promise it’ll make you feel much better.”

Giving it another stir, I scoop some into a bowl with a ladle and add the precooked noodles too. She takes a seat on the stool beside the breakfast bar as she tries to take a whiff of the broth but remains frustrated because she's congested.

“What flavour is it?”

I smile. “Is vengeance a flavour?”

She laughs and tastes it with the first spoon.

“Wow.” She looks down at the bowl. “This is actually really good.”

I place my hand on my chest in mock hurt. “Ouch.”

“I know you’re great at fucking, so I figured you might not be great at cooking.” She giggles, sniffling as she wipes her nose.

“I’m a man of many talents,Slasher.”

Propping my elbows onto the counter, I lean into her and place my lips on hers. “Mm, the sweet taste of vengeance is the only thing that comes close to the taste of you.”

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