Page 49 of Vicious Little Princess

There was a keypad door lock and I took in the code as he typed it in all too slowly.

The door chirped open, a hefty steel thing, before the guy threw me inside, and I landed on my knees, before he then shoved the gun to my temple again.

I rapidly took in the room, the same space I’d seen on the monitor.

“What the fuck is this?” Angelo yelled, pushing off the bed and storming toward me, glaring at his guy. “Why—what—how is she here?”

“I told you I got word that she escaped the others and now I just caught her trying to sneak in. No idea how she knew to come here, but I figured you’d want to deal with her.”

I saw Julian register me. Although, only just. His eyes were glazed, and he seemed barely lucid as he frowned out at me, like he wasn’t sure I was actually real.Shit.

Angelo came to me and yanked on my hair, forcing my gaze to his.

“Came to play too, did you, Caterina?”

When I didn’t answer, he slapped me across the face—one of his signature moves. I grunted as my head snapped to the side and I tasted blood on my lips.

“No!” Julian cried weakly. “Leave… leave her.”

“She just broke into my place!” Angelo called over his shoulder. He yanked on my hair harder, ripping out strands in the process. “And how did you? How did you know I was here?Tell me,whore!”

“I know a lot more than you think.”

Worry flitted across his features, and he looked wonderfully creeped out by my eerie response.Good. Fucking good.

He stared at me in black tactical gear, the empty holster at my right hip. “Is that hers?” he asked his guy regarding the gun he had trained on me.

“Yeah. Bitch couldn’t keep hold of it for long, though.”

Angelo frowned.

“Hmm. Are you bait, Caterina? Did your husband send you in here as a sacrificial lamb to get his longtime best buddy out of here?” He laughed. “Wow, I guess he is doing his job of punishing you, then, after all. Let’s take that up a notch, shall we?”

In the next second, he used his hold in my hair to yank me to my feet.

He gestured around the room. “What would you like to start with? I’m partial to watching that fucking machine tear your cunt apart. Or maybe I’ll tie you to that spanking bench and beat your little ass until it’s bloody as you cry and beg for the punishment to end? Hmm, so many amazing choices.” He grabbed himself through his jeans obscenely. “Just the thought of it is getting me hard, and that’s really saying something, seeing as though I only just finished up fucking my little bitch over there not ten minutes ago.” He gestured at Julian. “You see him wearing my cum so nicely? All over his pretty cock? Dripping from his well-used ass?”

I shuddered and had to look away so I didn’t lose focus.

So emotion didn’t get the best of me.

“You’re a monster,” I hissed.

“Don’t worry, he enjoyed it.” He lifted his shirt and gestured at the cum stains all over his abs. “See? He was pleasured a hell of a lot during his time here.” He eyed Julian over his shoulder. “And that’s what you’ll remember, isn’t it, my pretty cock slut? Just how much everything I did to you got you off. How much you really relished it while merely playing the unwilling one. You fucking wanted it, wantedme.”

Rage burned through me at his poisonous words, his clear attempt to recondition Julian into actually buying that disturbing bullshit.

A growl reverberated low in my throat, building and building as my fists clenched white-hot.

Angelo’s eyes widened.

The guy with the gun trained on me shifted his weight, unsure.

And that was all I needed.

I spun to the side, snagged his wrist, and dislodged the weapon with two rapid-fire moves. As he fell back, I pistol-whipped him across the side of the head, then fired off a shot right through his throat.

“Fuck!” Angelo yelled in a mixture of shock and indignation.

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