Page 124 of Deadly Obsession
Did he learn nothing? I guess the lack of air made him dumber.
I cock my hand back to punch him, but Sage beats me to it. His head wrenches to the side, and blood spurts out of his mouth and nose. A huge gash is left behind from the engagement ring. Pride swells within me for her using the diamond like a weapon... but I also worry she’ll damage it.
She doesn’t look concerned—not that it matters. I could always buy her another one.
“That’s for hitting me,” Sage says, pivoting on her heel and walking over to my torture table. Her eyes travel overthe knives, and I expect her to grab one, but instead she picks up the thin bladed scalpel.
My cock jerks at the sight of her holding the tool.
She whips back around, smiling like a deviant queen ready to let her true nature come out to play.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
When she’s back standing in front of Chase, she puts the tip of the surgical knife to the corner of his mouth.
She secures her hand on his shoulder, in the dislocated spot, and Chase lets out a wail.
Fuck she’s amazing.
A natural. No instructions. No hesitations.
She’s a woman who knows what she wants.
“This is for controlling me.”
She slices and the skin peels apart.
“This is for threatening me.”
She moves the knife to the other side and slices again.
“This is for threatening my parents.”
She slowly, expertly, sinks the thin blade into his eye.
Goddamn I want to put a baby inside her so fucking bad.
She leaves the scalpel embedded in his eye and turns to face me.
Shit, she’s crying.
“Oh, babe.” I open my arms.
She wipes her cheeks and falls into my embrace.
“I’m fine.” She laughs through her tears. “That was really fucking cathartic is all.”
“I know. I know,” I say, petting her silky hair. “It’s like a rage room... and I know you have so much more rage to show him.”
I release her and clutch her chin, claiming her lips with a gentle kiss that leaves me wanting more.
But we’ve got work to do.
“Please,” Chase mumbles when Sage rips the surgical knife from his eye.
Thick blood seeps out, mixing with the streaks from the cuts in the corners of his mouth.
“Now that we have names of the low-level idiots working with you, I need names of clients. Anyone who bought human beings from you, you piece of shit,” I say as my beautiful, vindictivewifestarts slicing little cuts all over Chase’s chest. Not too deep, but enough for the wound to sting with pain and slowly leak blood.
