Page 40 of The Trick

“Something you find amusing?” I ask, breaking the seal of my tense jaw.

“Um yeah, it’s amusing—actually no, hysterical—that you think I’m your property.” She rolls her eyes. This woman, although undeniably sexy both in appearance and her taste in all things deadly, continues to infuriate me. “You don’t own me and no piece of jewelry that you try to force down my throat will change that.”

“See, that’s where you are both wrong and right,” I say and now I’m the one laughing, though it's more out of sheer anger.

“Wow. Good one, contradicting yourself all in the same breath.” She claps.

“You’re right that a piece of jewelry doesn’t lay claim to you, but you are wrong because I do own you. I owned you from the moment you tried to betray me. I own your secrets. I own the fear that I dangle in front of that perfect body of yours, scars and all. You wouldn’t be where you are today, if it weren’t for me”

“What are you going to do? Punish me? As you pointed out, we don’t have a lot of time left tonight and here you are, wasting it.” She says, waiting for my next move.

“I will give you one more, before I let you fight for your life,” I grin.

“One more what?” she jerks her head forward, emphasizing her confusion at my statement.

“Orgasm,” I deadpan.

“You’re crazy.”

“Well, unlike you, I think that if you’re going to fuck someone over, you at least owe them the courtesy of actually getting fucked.”

“I don’t want you touching me,” she lies.

“There you go again, little liar. Denying that you aren’t craving my tongue, licking up your friends’ sloppy seconds. Or that you don’t want my pierced cock that you keep grabbing above my pants every chance you get fucking you senseless.”

“You’re sick,” she spits, but her saliva doesn’t make it far. In fact, the way that her spit lingers on her neck matched with her attitude makes me want to lick it off her skin.

“For you, I’m deranged,” I murmur.

Centering myself in front of her now clenched thighs, I bring my palms to her knees. As I begin to pry them apart and although she’s stubborn, it’s undeniable the way her body submits to my touch. I can smell her increased arousal and it makes me feel like I’m about to drool. Fuck, I’m starving for a taste of her lying little cunt on my tongue.

“That’s a good little hellcat, spread those legs for daddy.”

A loud, ego bursting yawn sounds from her and it sends a ping of rage to my core.

“You’re so predictable,” she chides. “Look at you, the big, bad, scary, killer,” she insults with a juvenile air quote. “So mad at me, that you’re going to lick me clean. Ha, you’re really showing me.” She pauses looking down at where, I am kneeling, half masked and full of fucking rage from her fresh fucking mouth. “Go ahead, I’m bored.” She yawns again, this time it’s dramatized by her hand tapping at her lips.

Bored? Oh, the fucking nerve of her.

My hands dig into her legs, causing her to wince.

“Ouch,” she chuckles.

“You are a fucking brat, you know that?”

Her tongue swipes at her lips as a devious look washes over her raven eyes. “Punish me or kill me. I win either way, daddy. So, you better make it hurt.”

“You want pain, princess?” I snap, rising from where I was just kneeling before her.

She remains silent, nodding her head.

Ha, she thinks she wants pain, as if she could possibly handle the true pain that I’m capable of making her feel. But if that’s what she wants, then game on.

With an array of flickering candles around me, I take a freshly lit one nestled in an antique holder as I walk back to my arrogant little hellcat.

“You know, Blair. I knew from the moment I first witnessed you come to life by draining the life out of someone that we were meant to cross paths,” I lament, walking the contained flame back to where she sits, foolishly thinking she has an upper hand on me.

“Aww, how precious. It was love at first sight for you, wasn’t it?” she says sarcastic as ever with a pouted lip that I want nothing more than to rip off her face.

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