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“And I am absolutely not sweet,” I reply, in a playful tone to the little nickname, with a chuckle and a quirk to my brow. He leans down, nuzzling into my neck. He runs his nose along my jaw slowly making a shiver run down my spine. He gives a little nip to the spot at the base of my ear. When he swipes his tongue along the area he just bit, my entire body heats up and my pussy begins to throb at that one small action. My entire body is on fire.
Growling in my ear, he bites down on the lobe, making goose flesh run all over my body, and my knees feel weak. “I beg to differ. You are the sweetest thing I’ve tasted in a very long time. And I’m betting you’re even sweeter in other places.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath.
Jackson clears his throat, reminding us we aren’t alone. Reluctantly, I pull my eyes from the tall stranger to see Jackson’s sparkling ones and he has the cheesiest smile on his face as he looks between Van and me. “Let’s finish this. Then you two cantasteeach other all you want.”
Sullivan gives a little chuckle at Jackson’s words, but doesn’t break our eye contact, nor does he let me go right away. “I plan on tasting her from head to toe as soon as I get the opportunity, and then claiming every inch of her as mine,” he says, making my head quickly move back to him with wide eyes.
What the fuck is going on? I don’t even know this guy, and he’s wanting to claim me as his? I mean…he’s fucking gorgeous and from what I can tell, has the body of a Greek God. I would be stupid not to explore this connection.
Jackson holds his hands up in surrender. “As long as Kata doesn’t kill you first, and she allows it…I’m not going to stop you,” he says, shaking his head with a chuckle as he moves to the wooden basement steps. Sitting on the second step from the bottom, he stretches his long legs out in front of him as he leans his elbows back on the stairs to finish watching the show.
Looking back up at Sullivan, I give his forearm a squeeze. “We can talk about that after I’m done here.” He nods, but still doesn’t release me right away. After a few long seconds, he slowly drags his hand over my stomach as if letting me step away from him even for a second bothers him.
Hesitantly, I pull my eyes away from him to look down at Ethan. He’s mumbling under the tape now, probably trying tobeg me not to do this. I can only get that idea from the way he’s shaking his head frantically.
Pointing my curved black blade at my ex, I give him a stern, disgusted look, lifting my top lip in a snarl while I speak to him. “You will watch every second of this, and I want you to know that it is allyourfault. Everything that I do here tonight…is because ofyou!”
Ethan’s head is shaking along with his entire body now, and tears are flowing from his eyes like a waterfall down his face and onto the dirty white shirt he’s wearing. Seeing him like this…So pitiful…I don't know what I ever saw in him.
He tries to shift closer to Vicky, who is still lying on the floor bleeding from the open gash on the back of her head from my assault. Her body twitches every now and then, but her eyes are now closed. She either passed the fuck out or is just unable to keep her eyes open.
She's not dead, though.
Not yet, at least.
As he moves to shift closer to her once again, I kick him with the sole of my shoe. This time, it’s a hard kick to the chest, knocking him back onto his secured arms and hitting his head. The way he falls, his arms are beneath him.
And the way he lands makes it harder for him to get back up. He only rolls over onto his side to relieve the pressure on his wrists, and the way he looks over at his girlfriend, he's trying to keep his eyes on her as well.
Walking over, I crouch down in front of the bloody woman. I feel Van shift with me to stand closer as well. Grabbing her chin roughly, I give it a little shake, making her moan. But she still doesn’t open her eyes.
“Hey," I say loudly, shaking her face again. Her eyes begin to flutter, but they still don't open all the way. Slapping her cheekwith three quick, successive hits, she squeezes her eyes tight before finally opening them.
When her eyes begin to focus on me, I give her a bright smile, making her eyes widen rather comically. “There she is. Welcome back."
Ethan starts to yell from behind his tape, trying to scramble over to us, making me scowl at him. Before I can say or do anything, Van bends over, grabbing him by the front of his shirt with both fists pulling him up onto his knees, getting in his face.
“You are going to shut your fucking mouth," Van growls in Ethan’s face, making Jackson laugh from the stairs. “Sit there and let my girl dole out your fucking punishment. Or I will string you up by your balls after cutting out your vocal cords. Then you will watch everything while you slowly bleed out.“
Damn! He might be just as fucked up as me.
I like it!
“Thank you, Van, “ I say, giving him a wide smile.
He tosses Ethan back on the floor, and when he stands up, nods at me. “Anything for you, Sweetness," he says, as he moves and stands behind Ethan to make sure he stays quiet.
Ethan keeps glancing over his shoulder at him, then back at me and Vicky. I can tell by the look on his face and the way he doesn't know who to focus on, he's scared.
And he should be scared.
He should be terrified.
“Now, where were we? Oh yeah," I say, turning to look back at the bitch who basically caused all of this. "So I hear congratulations are in order,” I say, tilting my head in a romantic fashion.
Vicky’s head turns quickly to look at Ethan. When I turn my attention back to him, the apology in his eyes is recognizable. Vicky’s eyes close slowly as more tears begin to stream down her face, as her head slowly drops between her shoulders.
