Page 100 of Wicked Games

Jax straddles William’s outstretched legs and traces the tip of his knife over the small bulge of William’s dick over his thin pants. “Did you know that the success rate for having your dick reattached after someone amputates it is about seventy percent?”

William lets out a strangled whimper and goes completely still.

“That’s only under ideal circumstances,” Jace tells him, his tone casual and even a little bored. “And onlyifthey can find your dick after it gets cut off.”

William flinches, then whimpers as a trickle of blood slides down his throat from where Jace’s knife nicked his skin.

Jax taps the side of his blade against William’s balls. “There isn’t much data out there about reattaching testicles after amputation, but the consensus is that even if the reattachment is successful, your chances of ever being able to nut again are low.”

William flinches again, and another trickle of blood snakes down his throat.

“You have exactly two chances to tell us the truth.” Jax drags the blade over William’s covered dick the same way food influencers scrape the side of crispy food to create some ASMR for their videos. “And my knife isn’t as sharp as my brother’s, so it’s going to take some work to get the job done.”

“Sextacy!” William shrieks, then lets out a cry of pain as more blood slides down his neck and joins the streaks moving down his chest.

Some of my lingering anger calms at his confession. MDMA and Viagra aren’t a dangerous combo, not even with the purity ofthe stuff here. Felix is going to be fucked up for hours, but he’ll be fine once they wear off.

Felix stops kissing my neck. “Whoa,” he mutters. “Why is that so hot?”

He’s staring at the twins with a bewildered expression on his face. A little ripple of jealousy hits, but I push it aside. He’s fucked up on molly and dick pills, and the twins do look pretty badass. He’s not into my cousins; he’s just horny as fuck and has zero filter right now.

“You know what would be even hotter?” Jace asks Felix, a smirk-smile on his lips.

“What?”

“Watching little Willie here get a nice, close shave.” Jace plants one hand on William’s chest and shoves him flat on his back.

William tries to sit up, but Jace just shoves him down. “Did we say you could do that?” he asks in that eerily calm voice that’s a thousand times more terrifying than if he was yelling.

Felix unlocks his legs from around my waist and slides to the floor. He’s still clinging to me like a baby koala, but his eyes are glued to the scene in front of us.

“What do you think, Felix?” Jace asks, his tone flipping to one full of warmth and affection. “Do you want to see Willie get a nice, close shave from Goldie?”

“Yeah.” Felix grins and rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “But not on his face.”

Jace lets out a delighted laugh as Jax grins at him. Pride tickles my chest, and I spin Felix around and switch places with him so I’m leaning against the wall and he’s in front of me, facing the action.

He grips the backs of my thighs with his hands and leans against my chest with a contented sigh.

William’s screech is silenced when Jax digs the tip of his blade into his dick. It’s not hard enough to cut through his clothes, let alone his skin, but it’s enough to make the blood drain out of William’s face as he goes deathly pale.

“I told you what I did,” he splutters. “You have to let me go. I told you what I did.”

“Did we say anything about letting him go after answering one simple question?” Jax asks his brother.

“I don’t recall either of us saying that.” Jax flicks his gaze to us. “Did you hear us say that?”

“Nope,” Felix answers before I can. “I didn’t hear anything of the sort.”

“Me either.” I slip my hands under Felix’s shirt and skim them over his chest and torso.

Felix moans and bumps his ass back against my cock.

“Now that we’ve got that settled,” Jace says, his focus back on William. “Why?”

“Why?” William squeaks.

“Why did you drug him?” Jax asks, his knife still digging into William’s dick. “And answer carefully, because I’m getting bored.”

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