Page 102 of Love Without Control

My hand trembled with the need to gut him from stem to sternum. “She. Said. No.” Each word snapped like the deadly strike of a cobra. “No is a complete sentence.”

In a weak attempt, Jeb shoved both hands against my chest, but I didn’t budge an inch, my anger rooting my feet to the sticky concrete.

“Look, man. It was a… misunderstanding. I’ll just let you go on your way,” he cajoled.

I lifted one eyebrow. He’lllet me?

“How about this instead?” I mused, finding my control because that was scarier to a pussy like this than if I’d gone off in a frenzy. The anticipation heightened the sense of fear exponentially, so I kept my tone conversational as I trailed my knife down his dirty tank top. “How about I cut your measly little dick off, use it to clean out your ears, and then stuff it down your throat until you choke to death on it?”

The smell of urine stung my nose, and I knew he’d pissed himself. I watched as a tiny trickle of blood inched down his throat from my earlier prick beneath his chin. That only fueled my bloodlust. Until…

“Don’t.” But it wasn’t the asshole’s voice. No, this one came from behind me, soft and sweet, accompanied by a gentle hand on my back.My Eden.“Please don’t.”

My skin rippled at her touch, and her plea hit me directly in the chest. Eden was the angel to my devil, and I gave a curt nod but kept my eyes on her attacker. I’d honor her request and wouldn’t kill him, but there was no way I was letting the asshole get off scot-free.

“Baby,” I said quietly, tilting my head but still staring down at the piece of shit in front of me. “Take off your panties.”

I could hear the shock in her high voice. “What?”

“Take them off and give them to me. Now.” I didn’t yell, but my voice was no less commanding, and after a moment’s pause, I heard the rustling of clothing behind me.

With a few precise slashes of my knife, I had Jeb’s clothes in shreds, and I yanked at his tank top and shorts until the pieces fell to the filthy ground, leaving him naked except for his briefs. He began sobbing but I ignored his tears as I stuck one hand behind me. I felt the soft lace of Eden’s panties in my palm a moment later.Good girl.

“Now you take off your underwear,” I directed the man, and his face crumpled like a baby’s.

“Please, mister. No,” he squeaked, sounding like a pathetic little mouse as he raised two hands in surrender.

“I’m not touching your piss stain with my hands, so either you take them off, or I will cut them from your body. And to be honest with you, Jeb, my hand is not feeling too steady right now. I might accidentally cut something vital.” I held the knife up and faked a hand tremor.

His eyes were as wide as saucers, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t blinked a single time since I’d dragged him into this alley. Keeping his gaze on me, he bent and pulled his yellow-stained white briefs down, letting them pool at his feet before standing again. The smell of fear rolling off him was overpowering now, and his face was streaked with tears.

I glanced down and noticed his dick was shriveled up to the approximate size of a peanut. Or maybe that’s how it always looked.

“Put them on,” I ordered him, shoving Eden’s little lace thong into his chest.

I thought it was impossible for his eyes to get any bigger, but they did. “Y-you mean…”

“You said you wanted to get into my wife’s panties, so here’s your chance.”

He clutched the scrap of lace to his chest and shook his head. “I said I was sorry. Please don’t make me—”

In an instant, my knife was back at his throat. “Do it. Now.”

He swallowed hard and then flinched when the sharp edge of the knife scraped against his Adam’s apple. “Okay,” he relented, and I backed off enough to allow him to bend and step into the panties.

“Pull them up,” I ordered, and he did, his chest heaving with terror and humiliation. He had to work to get the panties over his flabby thighs, the material stretching grotesquely as he finally hitched them up.

The garment was lace on the front, a soft pink color with tiny white bows at the hips. Jeb looked utterly ridiculous.

I tilted my head to the side and regarded him. “What do you think, Jeb? Is it all you hoped it would be?”

His lips pinched together, and I could tell he wanted to yell and curse at me, but he held his tongue, so I prodded. “Do you have something to say to my wife?”

His watery blue eyes darted from me to Eden. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

I gave him a slow nod. “Such good manners, Jeb. I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson here tonight. From now on, if a woman tells you no, you back the fuck off. Because next time, you might run into someone who’s not as sweet as me.”

With that, I bent to pick up the remnants of his shirt and pants, leaving the soiled underwear where they sat becausefuck no.After tossing the shredded clothing into the dumpster against the wall, I fixed my glare on him and said, “You’re going to count to one hundred. You will not move until you’re done. Understood?”

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