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“Ah, that was fun.” He claps like the sadistic fuck he is. “You can go now, Delilah,” he instructs. “We are on a tight schedule Delilah, you did a great job in helping me edge our friend, but we’re done here,” he sneers.

She rises, huffing in anger. “Fuck you, you sick fuck. Blair, are you okay?” she asks, rubbing her hand at my back.

I dart my angry eyes at him as I answer her. “I’m fine. Just make sure you leave my knife by the bar.”

Her gaze meets where mine is seething in his direction. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

She moves toward the door, the hinges squeal as she opens it, though she remains in the threshold of the doorway.

“Yeah, got it. Just remember the club closes early tonight, if you don’t bring her back by midnight, there will be hell to pay. Oh and Blair, don’t hold back on this asshole. Stab him where it really hurts.” Not waiting for a response, she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

CHAPTER 16

Witnessing pain and pleasure mesh into one is truly an underrated aphrodisiac. Even though I wish it was my split tongue that her body thrashed against instead of her friend’s, the look of her face when I slipped her another harsh dose of reality was well worth the restraint I had to display.

I look to where my little hellcat remains seated and surprisingly not charging for the door I just locked. Now that we are finally alone, the real fun can begin.

“Look at me,” I command, back propped against the wooden door. But of course, my little brat is being extra defiant, turning her head the other way, causing her black as night hair to cover her face.

“No,” she says, in an adorably firm tone. As if her refusal means anything to me.

“You know,” I begin, walking to where she sits with her thighs clenched. “It’s rude of you to be so hostile after I had you come like that.”

She scoffs, causing her darkened locks to shift, wafting her scent to where I’m kneeling before her. I inhale deeply. Even beneath my mask, she smells divine. Like cinnamon and flowers and a needy,lyingslut in heat.

My favorite combination.

Her raven gaze burning through the small eye holes of my mask, she inches her head closer to mine. “You did nothing to make me come. In fact, you ruined my fucking orgasm with your sloppy whiskey pour,” she huffs, sticking out her tongue and crossing her arms.

I reach for her and, though I can see the way her inked skin prickles beneath my hand, I take comfort, delusional as it may be, that she doesn’t fight off my touch. Grazing my fingers onto her skin, I feel the blood begin to pulse at my dick, nudging it awake. I increase my hold, this time twisting her skin in my grasp and still, she doesn’t move.

Years of tension causes the silence between us to thicken, though it’s the hatred between us that adds a certain layer of undeniable chemistry.

“Be that as it may, little hellcat, you swallowed every drop, as well as your pride, and you accepted your fate,” I groan.

“My fate?”

“Yes. Your life, just like your pleasure or pain, depending on your behavior, is in my hands.”

Her eyes reduce to angry slits as her chest rises, looking like she is about to give me a mouthful.

I press my ringed finger over top of her lips. “Ssh.” I pause, dragging the tip of my finger down to her chin, nestling her delicate jaw in my palm. “Now tell me. Were you planning on framing me, again, for your most recent kill, or did you suddenly grow a pair and decide to own the blood on your hands?”

“Fuck you,” she spits.

“Maybe later. For now, answer my question.”

“I wasn’t!” she shouts.

Becoming frustrated with her continued defiance, I increase the pressure I have on her chin and move toward her cheeks, hollowing and forcing them to pinch together. “Little liar, I know you like to yell, but if you are too loud, someone is going to think I am hurting you,” I seethe, before letting her go.

“Aren’t you though?” Her hand grazes where I just had her jaw trapped.

I remain silent. My chest feels like it is going to burst reminiscing on her past and present betrayals. Already preparing for her to deny the undeniable, I reach in my pocket to grab my latest evidence of her endless deceit.

“Face it, Maddox. You have no fucking proof…yet again.” Her words are harsh and feel like a dagger to my gut, just as I predicted they would.

I click my tongue, excitement burrowing itself within my veins, to prove to her just how wrong she is. “If I have no proof of your crime or that you were intending to set me up, then why did you leave this in the cup?” I extend my palm, revealing a rounded piece of titanium ring with the engraving that reads Property of M.Crane. “Explain this,” I add, feeling my heart thrashing at my chest, the anger boiling within my system when she begins to laugh, like an evil fucking witch.

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