Page 12 of Beautiful Revenge

“And I’m not going to fuck you. You’re not the type of woman I’d pick up at a bar.”

I stand up taller. “What does that mean? Look at me. I’m everyone’s type.”

He eyes me over in a way that makes me want to hide under the cheap covers on the old bed. No one has ever made me feel this way before. Fuck him for that. “I like a woman who doesn’t have a stick up her ass. Make sticking my cock up her ass way easier.”

All the air leaves my body. “You are disgusting.”

“And I’m your kidnapper. I never claimed to be a good model citizen. I kill people for a living, princess.”

“And yet you don’t rape women.”

“I don’t get paid to rape women. I get paid to kill people so that’s what I do.”

“But if someone paid you to rape me… would you?”

He tilts his head and gazes down at me. It’s so unnerving. “You’re trying to deflect. Get on the bed.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“No. I wouldn’t take money from someone who wanted me to rape a woman.”

“Why? You can’t actually have a good moral code.”

“I don’t. Raping someone leaves too much evidence behind. If she sees my face, then I’m fucked. But if I kill someone, then they can’t report me to the police and I’m great at cleaning up a crime scene.”

“No you’re not! You just killed those men back at the boxing ring and left them there.”

He shrugs. “I’ll go clean them up. I have contacts who can help. Death is final. It can’t be linked back to me. But if I were to rape a woman and let her live, who knows what she could do? Some people may think I’m stupid for the crazy things I do but I know how to stay alive and out of prison. Raping women isn’t going to keep me from prison. It’s going to land me right there.”

“But rape cases are hard to find evidence for unlike murder.”

He stands before me, towering over me. “It almost seems like you want me to rape you.”

I scoff. “How could I want someone to rape me? Rape is the literal definition of not giving consent.”

“You’re all about consent then? You’ve been with any man before?”

I flip my hair over my shoulder. “I’m a good Mafia girl. How dare you ask me that.”

“And you didn’t answer my question.”

“No. I haven’t been with any man before. And I’m not giving you my body so I’m not getting on that bed.”

“I just told you I won’t rape you.”

“And you expect me to believe you?”

With a sigh, he grabs my arms and pushes me onto the bed.

“Hey!” I scramble upright but Finn gets on top of me. “Stop this!”

“Just hold still.” He pulls out rope from his jacket pocket and manages to tie my hands to the bedpost within seconds. I keep kicking at him until he ties my ankles up next.

“There.” He stands up and dusts his hands like he’s just done a day of hard work. In a weird way, I guess he has.

“Let me go,” I seethe.

“You look good tied up. Good enough to eat. Now, be a good girl and wait there while I attend to some business.”

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