Page 202 of A Love Like Venom

“You don’t have that power over me.”

His fingers become increasingly tighter, pinching my skin. Releasing me his eyes search mine but I give him nothing. All he will ever have is nothing.

He must find something because he looks at me with clarity. And I would be a liar if I said it didn’t unnerve me.

My smirk falters for a split second.

“I know someone who does,” he says knowingly.

There is only one person in the entire world who has that power. One person who can destroy me easily. One who canmake me feel immense pain. Only one who has the power to break me.

Only one.

“She would never harm me,” I tell him confidently. Because she wouldn’t. She holds my entire being in her hands and she would never once crush it.

“But you will break for her.” His eyes darken. I can’t even dispute his claim. What he says is the truth and we both know it.

My face hardens. Every muscle that I have tenses. “You’ll never get your fucking filthy hands on her,” I growl.

His smile widens, showing his white teeth that I want to knock out. “We’ll see about that.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I promise him, my voice dark and eerily calm.

And I’ll make it agonizing. I’ll have him experience every ounce of pain there is imaginable. He will be tortured with a slow death. A slow torturous death that will have him begging until his very last breath.

Snapping his fingers two of his men, including the one who handed him the cattle prod, stand on either side of him. The bigger one has a blade in his hand. He holds it with wicked glee. The other, smaller in size but still muscled, has both hands in gold brass knuckles.

“I have to admit, your spirit is extraordinary. Most men would have broken at this point.”

My mouth twists. “I’m a different breed.”

He nods his head. “Yes, I am starting to see that,” he pauses before continuing, “But like all of the greatest of men before you, warriors, leaders and kings alike all it will take is the power of a woman to bring you to your knees.”

My body bucks forward. The natural instinct of wanting to attack him but the restrains hold me back. They bite deep in my skin. I mentally block out the sting.

“I swear if you touch her-”

“Oh, I’ll do more than that,” he tells me. Glaring at him I go to move again and the barbed wire digs deeper. He comes close to me once again. His face mere inches from mine. “I’ll have her trembling beneath me. I’ll fuck her so hard that she bleeds.” There is no hiding the fury I am feeling. The rage coursing through my veins. I’m seeing nothing but red. “Perhaps I’ll do it right in front of you. Helpless and bound you will be able to do nothing but watch as I fuck her. And then after I’ve used her, after my cum is dripping out of her battered pussy, after I’ve fucked her until her breaking point I will have broken you as well. Then and only then I’ll allow you to die.”

“You motherfucker!” I spit at him. Ignoring my injuries, oblivious to the pain I twist my body back and forth trying to go after him. I try as hard as I can but to no prevail I fail. My lower limbs are numb. My arms are burning. My entire body feels like I was wrecked by a moving train.

Still, I don’t let that deter me.

He will never have her.

He’ll never touch her.

I am not going to let that happen.

Ever.

“I’ll kill all of you.”

“Sure you will.” He patronizes me. “But I do love your spirit.” Finally he pulls away. Before he leaves he turns back and addresses his men. “Keep him alive. I want to see his face when I have in my hands what is most precious to him.”

After he leaves I stare down the two men who are to continue the beatings for him. I quirk a brow at the both of them and ask, “What are you waiting for? Be good little dogs and listen to your fucking owner.” I manage to laugh at them despite the fire burning in my veins.

They need to know that they will not win.

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