Page 25 of Love Me in the Dark
“Yes,” I frown.
“Nyx, Macey was murdered three weeks after we got married,” he says. “I loved her. I don’t know where you got that information, but she was raped, murdered, and cut up before being left on my front porch. I have spent ten years trying to find her killer.”
“But… you’re the mafia…”
“That doesn’t automatically make me guilty of murdering my wife, Nyx. Who gave you that information? I know that’s how you get targets,” he asks.
“You think I get their IDs? I don’t know,” I say.
“Why don’t you like being called Birdy? It’s what you named yourself,” he asks.
“Fuck you,” I seethe.
He chuckles before leaning down and puts one hand beside my head. Having Knox lean over me like this is admittedly amazing. He gently drags his fingers up my inner thigh, and I realize I haven’t moved my legs. He’s not making me keep my legs open. I am anticipating his touching me more, and it’s like a shock to my pussy. I want this man so badly, and that might be the craziest thing so far.
Knox gently traces my scars, starting with the one on my chest. It sends shivers across my body, and I relax. I don’t know how he’s doing this, but I’m calm. “You have a few options here, Nyx,” he says. “You can tell me everything and you’ll be free to go, or you can be a brat, and I’ll still make you tell me.”
“You’ll have to make me break. I’m not telling you anything,” I say simply. “I’m not giving you more information to hurt me with.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
“My arms,” I say a bit quieter.
Knox sits me up and Tripp unties my wrists, and I am laid back down. “Better?” he asks.
“Uh… yeah,” I say.
“Make no mistake, Phoenyx. If you run, you’ll be punished,” he tells me. “You are our little toy now… our little puppet.”
“I’m not a puppet,” I frown.
“Oh?” he asks. When he nudges my leg, I involuntarily spread my legs, making him chuckle. “I can make you do anything I want as long as I touch you just right, Puppet.”
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling you anything,” I say.
“Is that consent?” he asks. Fuck, that sneaky bastard. He’s having me consent so it’s not rape.
“You’ll do it anyway, so better to pretend I want it,” I frown.
“I won’t,” he says. “If I wanted to rape you, we’d all be inside of you right now. If you don’t consent, we’ll find another way to break you.”
“How is giving a stranger consent to free fuck me a way to break me?” I ask.
“Wanna find out? The alternative will involve electricity and no orgasms,” he says.
“Fine. I consent to whatever it is you think you can do to break me,” I say, and he grins. “If you don’t break me by morning, I get to leave, and you get nothing.”
“Deal,” he says before leaning down to kiss the bite scar on my breast. “Who did this to you, Nyx?”
“If you find out, let me know,” I say seriously.
“What did they do to you?” he asks.
“Fuck you…” I start to say but gasp when he pushes his fingers in my pussy.
“Our pretty little puppet is dripping for us,” Knox sings.
“I bet she tastes amazing,” Rook says as he and Tripp come stand on either side of me. They both palm my breasts and gently squeeze.
